Michele Earp was staring up at the celling of her cell, listing to the noises of her fellow inmates. They're starting early tonight. She thought.
Life at a slightly corrupt criminal nuthouse was not fun. The food was bad, the people were worst-both the inmates and the guards—she was separated from her girls, but Michele had learned she could put up with a lot over the years. She had to keep making them think she was crazy. And maybe she was at least a little, so it wasn't that hard.
Not when she had a good reason.
Suddenly she felt a presence in the room. It wouldn't be the first time, but…there was something different about this. Something off. Something powerful. She sat up and saw a beautiful woman who looked to be in late twenties, maybe early mid-thirties, wearing a long flowing sleeveless black dress.
"Who the Hell—" Michelle began, sitting up on her bed, surprised, "Guard!"
"I wouldn't bother." The woman told her, "They won't be able to hear you. As who I am well,—for time's sake, why don't you just call me Amara?"
"Okay, Amara," Michelle began, "What the Hell are you doing here an what the Hell do you want to me?!"
"There's a girl name Kelly, who needs your help." Amara explained, "She's pregnant, and the pregnancy is –like yours. Like your last one. The child will be like your youngest daughter. Only without its powers bound, probably. Nice job finding that spell by the way."
"Oh." Michelle began, "I see. And the Daddy can't heal her or is her—" She mad a throat-slit motion with her hand, "Well, you know."
"The father doesn't care for her the way your lover cared for you." Amara explained, "In fact, I think that he would prefer it if Kelly died. My brother doesn't want to interfere anymore, but—you could help her. You've been through what she's going through or at least something like it." After a beat she elaborated, "The only woman to survive a celestial pregnancy."
Michele made a face. "Really? In a melinia Julian's the only one who remembered he could resurrect people?"
"Well, maybe a few did, but most are—deficient." Amara explained, "Plus, you have to remember, the last time there was a sufficient population of children like your Waverly and Kelly's son, my brother asked someone named Noah to build an ark so he could flood the world, apparently." After a beat she added, "Not that I was there for that, so I can't really be sure."
"Who exactly is this brother you keep talking about?" Michele demanded, the Biblical reference not escaping her, just confusing and frightening her.
"That's a long story." Amara told her, "One we don't have time for." Then she gabbed Michele by the arm and they were off.
Suddenly they were no longer in the institution. They were in a cozily lit cabin, in a room with a wood framed bed in the corner.
"How did you do that?" Michele demanded, alarmed.
"I just can." Amara told her, "That's the simple version, if I get into detail, we could be here a while and time of the essence. Kelly and her friends are on their way to the Arizona right now. They'll be passing through this area and a man, well not a mortal man, but again, time restraints, named Juan Carlo will find them and lead them here. You can probably see them coming from the porch. I really thing you can help her. "After a beat she added, "And don't worry about Waverly, I'm—I'm making arrangements. It will be taken care of. If you help me."
Michele was silent for a moment. "Alright." She finally relented, "Not sure that I have a now, anyway, considering you just made me a fugitive. Anything else I need to know."
"The angel that sired Kelly's child—he's Lucifer." Amara admitted, as she might as well warn her.
"Lucifer?" Michele repeated.
Amara nodded.
"Like the Devil?" Michele asked, " Satan? The deceiver? The enemy? The guy who turned into a snake and got Eve to eat the fruit God specifically told her not to—"
"Yes, he had many names." Amara cut her off, "Again, we're short on time."
"Well, thanks for telling me." Michele snarked.
"Think you can take it from here?" Amara asked.
"You mean can I take being the midwife to Satan's baby mama?" Michelle asked, "That's a thing people say, right? I'm not sure, been locked up for a while, as you might have gathered."
"I'm pretty sure it's a thing people say." Amara responded, "But I was locked up for a while as well."
"I think I got it." Michele assured her, "But you better keep up your end of the bargain, in regards to Waverly."
"Don't worry." Amara told her, "She'll be well protected I promise you."
Michelle Gibson Earp just stood there for a minute, processing what just happened, then walked out of the room. She found her way to the front porch where there was an old, dark brown rocking chair. She sat down in it looking out into the distance, waiting for her new charges to come.