"TELEKINESIS," Cordelia began, stepping back and allowing the powerful duo to begin the test of the Seven Wonders. "The ability to move objects with one's mind."

On cue, the witches and warlocks turned to a number of items left in the corner, set up for this exact purpose.

"After you," Molly prompted, allowing Michael to go first. She would make it her goal not to only pass the Seven Wonders, but to excel in each and every one of them.

"You're too kind," Michael replied, voice as smooth as silk as he lifted his hand. A broomstick that was leaning against the wall suddenly shook, and then came soaring through the air to meet his waiting hand, narrowly missing Ariel's head.

The warlocks smirked, turning to Molly then with a patient gaze.

"Step aside, Harry Potter," she lightly shoved his arm, more playfully than maliciously, and raised her own hand. She wasn't aiming for the prop items in the corner, and instead looked up directly to the books that could be seen on shelves on the balcony upstairs.

One in particular slipped out from the bookcase, slowly and gently gliding through the air until it landed in her waiting hand. Michael cocked an eyebrow at the book she had chosen to fetch, its title reading 'The Book of Satanism'.

"Funny," he murmured, low enough only for her to hear as they returned the items.

"I do try."

Concilium was next; the ability to control another's actions. To ensure it was fair and neither side was merely pretending to follow along so one would pass the test falsely, Michael was allowed to control the minds of Zoe and Madison, and Molly took over Baldwin and Behold.

It made the act a little easier, she thought, to control the minds of men who absolutely abhorred the witches on the basis of sex.

Michael urged Molly to go first this time, smirking sneakily. He himself knew she would struggle with the power, if she was able to do it at all. Forcing people to do things against their will was more the Devil's playground than God's.

As Madison and Zoe twirled around the room in a dance, he was pleasantly surprised to see that Behold had grabbed onto the broom he had toyed with before, now sweeping the floor with a rather blank expression. Baldwin was soon to follow suit, grabbing a duster that had been left on the table as well and beginning to run it along the furniture.

"Enough," Cordelia called out, having seen enough. Behold immediately dropped the broom and let it fall to the ground with a clatter, reeling around to glare at the perpetrator.

"You ever make me brush these floors again, Miss Thing, we're going to have a problem," he complained, rubbing his hands together.

"Transmutation is next," Cordelia continued. "Be careful when enacting it, make sure to visualise clearly where it is you want to go." She cast Zoe a pointed look, who smiled sheepishly. It was no joke what happened last time, and if Madison had turned out to be the Supreme - Zoe wouldn't be here today.

Molly had this one in the bag, and she expected Michael did as well. Kicking things off, she disappeared into thin air and suddenly reappeared behind him, tapping his shoulder.

"Tag," she shouted, vanishing once again. He grinned cheekily as his eyes trailed the room, searching for the dark haired girl to get her back. He caught a glimpse of her hair in the entrance, and soon transmuted himself to follow.

She gasped in surprise as his hand clasped over her shoulder, whirling around and immediately tapping him back.

"Hey!" He called out in annoyance. "No hit backs!"

"Since when?" She asked, except now her voice carried from the top of the balcony, where her body now stood. Their game continued for a few more minutes, until Michael eventually caught up with her, hands grasping onto her sides and digging his fingers into her ribs. Molly squealed with laughter.

Even Christ was ticklish, it seemed.

Cordelia and Myrtle shared a concerned glance at the two's behaviour. They were acting like lifelong friends, rather than enemies who had only met once before. The entire scene didn't sit quite right with her, so she clapped her hands and demanded they move along to the next power.

Divination had been a breeze for them both, up until now they were fairly equally balanced. Too balanced, Cordelia thought. This warlock was able to keep up with the Second Coming of Christ, something not even she could do.

Molly knew even before Myrtle had tossed the pebbles forward where the broach would be, making a show of placing her hands over the stones, when she truly didn't need them.

When the fifth test was reached, Michael and Molly hadn't even broken a sweat. But pyrokinesis was next, and she was notorious for losing control of any flames she managed to gather. Michael was born amongst fire and brimstone, after all, he would always be more comfortable with it than her.

They approached the side of the central fire pit together; for which Michael was tasked with igniting.

"I brought some aloe Vera," she whispered teasingly, "in case you burn yourself."

"Oh please, fire is a little familiar to me, don't you think?" He smirked with amusement as Ariel fetched the dagger that Michael would use.

"Ah yes, what was it Jesus himself said? That you were destined to set the world alight?" She mused, pouting her lips in thought. "Hasn't the ozone later been through enough?"

"True, but I don't have much need for blocking out the sun rays, do I?" He started to chuckle, trying to keep their voices down to whispers to stop the others from hearing.

"Anyone can get a melanoma, Michael," she rolled her eyes, "stop skimping on the SPF."

Their voices cut off when Ariel handed the rather ancient looking dagger over to Michael. A warlock tradition, she thought. Never has the witches she seen needed to draw blood to ignite fire.

The dagger looked fairly used, perhaps this was how the Antichrist would die - tetanus. Molly stifled a giggle at the thought.

Michael promptly slit open his palm without even flinching, lifting his hand over the empty pit and allowing drops to drip down. As soon as the blood hit the leftover ashes, a flurry of flames arose, causing the others to take a step back in surprise.

Cordelia nodded to Molly then, encouraging her to continue. It was important to recognise that pyrokinesis didn't just involve lighting a flame, but also controlling it.

Raising both of her hands, she poured concentration into the heat rising in her palms. The Supreme's eyes were filled with wonder as the flames began to settle into a curved state, almost as if it were inside of an overturned bowl.

Molly slowly raised her hands, sweat starting to gather on her skin from the sheer heat of the flames. Following her motions, the flames began to lift higher and higher, until they were completely out of the pit and gathered inside a spherical structure.

"Remarkable," Baldwin couldn't help but whisper, trailing along the room to catch a glimpse of the gigantic fire ball from all angles. Even Michael seemed impressed by her display, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly.

"Can you extinguish it?" Cordelia asked, even though Molly had already done enough to pass, she wanted to push her limits. Almost showing off in front of the warlocks, who still believed the girl was a mere witch.

With a stained nod, the muscles and veins in her arms bulging, Molly began to slowly bring her hands closer together, pushing through the force that kept them apart like opposite ends of magnets. Eventually she was able to clap her hands together and the flames disappeared, leaving a cloud of smoke in her wake that left the group coughing.

"Jesus," Madison muttered, arms crossed over her chest. "All you had to do was light a candle."

"Show off," Michael whispered to her, although his amused expression juxtaposed his words.

The sixth test had arrived, and Cordelia was struck with the burden it bore. She would be forced to choose whether or not she wanted Molly to forfeit the final test, but in truth, if Michael passed this one there would be little doubt he'd pass the final test.

Her instincts screamed at her that this was wrong. Not because he was a boy, or because he was a warlock, but because he was almost too powerful. No witch or warlock should have been able to go toe-to-toe with Molly throughout the Seven Wonders, but here he was as if it were as much a breeze for him if it was for her.

Perhaps she was just jealous, she thought. Perhaps Michael didn't have any malicious or malevolent intentions and he was simply here to succeed her.

Sure enough, they both passed Vitalum Vitalis with flying colours, now proud owners of two recently resurrected mice.

"In they go," Behold instructed, holding a carrier box and opening the lid for the teenagers to place them inside. Michael did so carefully, wiping his hands on his jacket after.

"But..." Molly hesitated with a frown, index finger stroking the mouse's head, "but I named him."

Cordelia silently watched the girl as she argued with Behold on whether or not to keep her pet. Molly was so young, she thought. Did she really want to put her through Descensum? Would it even work for a being as divine as her? Molly wasn't going to Hell in the first place, that much was clear.

An idea struck her suddenly, one that would benefit both her if successful and decide finally on whether or not Michael deserved to be Supreme.

The boy in question held his hand out for the girl to grab onto, hauling her to her feet after she placed her new pet inside the carrier with promises of returning for him later.

"And so," Cordelia called out, gathering their attention once again, "we arrive at our final test."

Madison and Zoe shared nervous glances at this, the one that everyone in the room dreaded the most. Each of the Seven Wonders were dangerous, but an individual who died in Descensum wasn't coming back. They couldn't be resurrected.

Michael smiled smugly at the mention of the test, but Molly was more rigid in form. Flashbacks of the Hotel Cortez filled her mind, the agonising pain that flowed through her limbs and the helplessness when her powers were stripped from her. She didn't want that to ever happen again, but she tried to rely on the hope that she would be able to escape Hell without becoming trapped. She couldn't let Cordelia down.

Michael picked up on her change in demeanour, tilting his head in confusion before turning back to Cordelia as she spoke again.

"Today, I'm not asking you to perform this wonder. Today, I am asking you to conquer it. I'd like you to retrieve my dear friend Misty Day, who lost her own battle with this very task."

"That's impossible!" Behold interrupted angrily. "Those who don't return from Descensum are gone forever, property of the underworld."

"No other Supreme's been made do this, ever," Baldwin added. "This is not only unfair, this is suicide.

"Cordelia!" Ariel called out, "I need a word."

Calmly, the Supreme followed the Chancellor into the next room, preparing herself for an argument. What more could he say? Cordelia would merely point out that she was putting her own girl at risk too. She had no doubt Molly would be able to drag herself out of her personal Hell. She had excelled in every test until now.

With the group scattered around, Michael was able to catch a second alone with Molly to decipher the flicker of fear on her expression.

"We can tell Cordelia no," he suggested, "if you're too frightened."

"I'm not too scared to get Misty," she scoffed, shaking her head.

"Then what are you scared of?" He prompted, eyebrows furrowing.

"Would you be apprehensive if I brought you on a road trip to heaven?" She asked, a bite in her tone.

"No," he answered after a moment, catching her by surprise. "I'd continue on and destroy everything I saw. Like I was born to do."

There was an encouraging look in his eyes, one that told Molly that in some sick way, Michael was actually trying to help her. Trying to encourage her to relax and think of her lineage, even if it was at his detriment. Moments like this, she realised, pushed her further and further away from ever wanting to kill him.

He nodded his head towards the sliding doors that Cordelia and Ariel disappeared behind, urging her to follow alongside him. Together they walked to the entrance, the doors opening with a nod of Michael's blonde head.

Cordelia and Ariel turned in surprise at the sight of Molly and Michael, standing defiantly side by side.

"It's okay," Molly reassured, sharing one last look with Michael before nodding towards Cordelia.

"We're willing to try," Michael added.

It wasn't long before they were laying flat down on the ground in opposite directions, hair fanned out behind them. The top of Molly's head was close to Michael's, and she allowed herself to find comfort in the occasional tickle of hair she got from his head moving.

The group gathered around the duo, standing on either side of them and watching carefully as they began to mutter the Latin chant to themselves over and over. Molly's heart raced in her chest, while Michael was as cool as a cucumber. In a way, he was just returning to a home he never knew.

"Descensum," the two whispered simultaneously, and the ground suddenly seemed to swallow them up.

The next time Molly opened her eyes, she sighed with relief upon first noticing a distinct lack of pain penetrating her skull.

The next thing she noticed was the fact she was in the midst of complete and utter ruins. It was as if a building, no a city - had just collapsed. Dust and rubble were the only thing to be seen for miles. The chill of death in the air was like nothing she had ever felt before, the cloud of despair and pain weighing heavily on her body and mentally crushing her.

Molly looked around in confusion, wondering what sort of personal hell she had found herself in. When she turned back around, a mound of bodies had suddenly appeared mere feet away from her. Molly covered her mouth in horror, a soft cry falling from her lips as she realised she recognised the bodies.

The faces of Cordelia, Zoe, Queenie - even the new witch that had joined the academy, Coco. Their lifeless eyes all seemed to land on her, as if they were blaming her for their impending death while being killed.

"They look rather cold, don't you think," a familiar voice sounded from behind her, but Molly was too absorbed in her own sobs and tears to take notice of it as she dropped to her knees.

"What have you done?" Molly managed to ask between whimpers, tears blurring her vision of the bodies before her.

"What have I done?" Michael's voice repeated, a shocked undertone to it that caused her to look up when he crouched beside her. He was the spitting image of the Antichrist, but Molly knew this wasn't the Michael she had come to know. This was an imposter.

He lifted a hand and curled it delicately around her cheek, his own eyes beginning to water.

"This is something that you've done," he informed her, eyes boring into hers. Molly reeled at his words, slapping his arm to get it away from her. Shakily, she rose to her feet.

"I would never do this to anyone, much less the people people I consider my family," she said assuredly, although there was a niggling feeling of doubt within her that she couldn't quite place.

"Then look at your hands," Michael whispered into her ear, a wry smile forming on his lips as she slowly lifted her blood-soaked hands in front of her face.

Molly screamed in horror at the sight, stumbling back a few steps and starting to cry once more. In a blind moment of panic, she shot her hand out towards Michael's imposter, forcing all of her energy to send him flailing backwards.

She wasn't sure why she thought that wouldn't work, but it did. A howl of pain erupted from across the lot, prompting her to quickly scurry towards where Michael had landed in a heap. Except now, a metal rod was now impaled through his chest.

"No! No, please, no!" Molly screamed out in horror at what she had done, dropping down beside Michael and placing her hands beside the bleeding wound.

"W-why would you do that?" He tried to speak through the blood rising up his throat.

"I- I didn't mean to! I swear!"

"You're the only monster that's here, Molly," he continued, growing weaker by the second. "You've destroyed the world and now you've destroyed us."

Just like that, his head fell limply back against the ground, and her sobs became harder than ever. She closed her eyes as tears overcame them, but opened them again upon feeling a shift in the wind.

She was right back where she started moments ago, next to the bodies.

"They look rather cold, don't you think."

Michael shot up from the ground with a gasp, feeling the life force seep back into his body. His muscles and head ached from how much he exerted himself that day, but it would be worth it for the look he was about to see on Cordelia and Molly's face.

While the warlocks flooded around him, the witches suddenly let out shrieks of joy as the blonde woman he had just rescued suddenly appeared on the ground beside him. They flocked to her, helping her off the ground and hugging her mercilessly. None of them spared Michael a glance yet, as he tiredly tried to stand up, with the help of a proud Ariel.

When he did, the sight of figure caught the corner of his eye, and he dizzily turned to see that Molly still hadn't woken up yet. His triumphant, yet exhausted, expression suddenly became alert, and dare he admit it, concerned.

Cordelia stepped back from doting on Misty when she too began to realise her ward had yet to wake up.

"Did you see her down there?" Cordelia prompted, eyes slowly growing wider.

"No," Michael gritted his teeth, meeting the Supreme's eyes. "How long has it been?"

"Almost an hour," Zoe admitted quietly, stepping closer to Molly and crouching beside her, fearful of her disintegrating into dust at any second.

Call it a hunch, but Michael knew that Molly was in trouble. He knew she was apprehensive about this test in particular for a reason, and if she was taking this long to wake up - perhaps she wasn't going to at all.

With a jolt he dropped back down to the ground, fully prepared to delve back into the underworld. Ariel shot his hand out and gripped the blonde's shoulder.

"Michael, no!" He demanded, full of concern. "You've exhausted yourself today, don't try and kill yourself by bringing yet another person back!"

He dropped his voice to a whisper to stop the current Supreme from hearing, "you've won, she knew the risks when she agreed to take part. You were the strongest one."

Michael's eyes narrowed at the Grand Chancellor, stubbornly staring at him while he lay back down to get into position.

"Don't ever tell me what to do," he told him, as if he were the superior. But given that Michael had just passed the Seven Wonders, perhaps he already did outrank Ariel.

Muttering the phrases in Latin to himself, he allowed the ground to swallow him up and return him to the underworld.

So... Molly lost!

This was kind of preluded to when she tried to save Queenie before. Molly's a powerful ass b****, but it's only right she'd crumble in Hell where her connection to God would be completely severed.

But never fear, Michael's here ; )

Thanks so much for reading!

Guest - I hope you liked it!

Grim - It was soooo close to being a tie! And you were spot on about the Queenie thing. It just wouldn't make sense for Molly to even get access to Misty's personal hell; nevermind try and escape her won. I hope you liked this chapter and thanks for commenting! x