JUNE 2017, PRISON DETENTION CENTER, 5:19PM

Karma is sometimes a beautiful thing.

This thought crossed Dahlia's mind as she was on her way to meet her mother, who just hours before had been arrested on charge of 'accomplice to murder'. Dahlia watched the entire trial with glee, even letting out a whoop when the verdict was reached. Frank looked at her strangely for that, but she couldn't care less. Although it felt wrong to actually support Feenie during a court battle, it was still the best possible outcome. If Maya Fey had been declared guilty, she would've been moved to a juvenile facility, making it even harder for Dahlia to reach her. But an innocent verdict meant that Mimi Miney, and more importantly, Morgan Fey, would be escorted straight to Dahlia's 'palace'.

She resisted the urge to break out into a skip (it would be unbecoming) though the temptation was strong. Not that anyone was around to watch; she had insisted Frank stay behind and let her handle this alone. Finally, after months of being ignored by the rotten hag, Dahlia Hawthorne would meet Morgan Fey face-to-face, and together they could concoct a plan that would allow Dahlia the vengeance she so greatly deserved.

Not long after, she had arrived at the area where newly incarcerated inmates were held. No more guessing as to where her target had wandered off to; this time Dahlia intended to meet her straight away. In front of the door stood guard number 23. Dahlia found it much simpler to assign the guards numbers as opposes to memorising all their names.

'Let me in. I wish to speak with our new guest.' Dahlia asked sweetly.

'Certainly, Ms. Hawthorne.' 23 responded, opening the door for Dahlia to enter. The room inside was coloured grey, nothing but a table and two chairs inside. A common interrogation room. Hell, the rest of the prison was equally dull when Dahlia arrived; her fellow prisoners should really be grateful to her for having so many new areas constructed on the grounds. Someone sat in the chair opposite Dahlia. The person wore bright orange clothing, a long skirt and absurd-looking white hat that looked to Dahlia like a mini beanbag.

Mini Mimey.

Or Ini Miney, whatever her real name was. Dahlia didn't care much for that aspect of the trial, it was all too convoluted for her taste. She just needed Morgan.

'Where's your accomplice?' Dahlia asked.

'Um, like, I don't know what you mean.' Mimi responded casually, bumping her head with her knuckles, 'There's been, like, some kind of mistake. I didn't-'

'You can drop the act. Everyone knows who you are.'

Mimi gave a sad smile, then slid the hat off her head and held it tightly.

'Yeah. It's just easier to act this way, you know. I'm so used to it by now.'

'Don't worry about it. Now where's Morgan?'

'She left a few minutes go. Said she was going to 'seek guidance' whatever that means.'

That could only mean one thing, Dahlia thought.

'Thanks, I'll be going now.'

'I didn't want to kill him, you know.'

Dahlia turned from the exit to face Mimi again. The girl looked close to tears.

'It's a bit late to say that, wouldn't you agree?'

'I-I had finally escaped my mistake. When all those patients died because of me.' Mimi said shakily, wiping the tears with her hat, 'But Dr. Grey insisted on making sure people knew that 'Mimi' was to blame. So I just wanted to go through with the spirit channeling, sign his written confession, and be done with it for good. But that woman... Morgan Fey... insisted that I kill him, for her own selfish reasons. Said she'd reveal my secret if I didn't. I was forced into a corner.'

'That sounds like her. She's an evil woman, Mimi, and I'm sorry you crossed her path.'

'I still think about that moment, when I s-stabbed him. The look of horror on his face. Oh God, what I have done?' Mimi cried out, now sobbing hysterically.

Dahlia looked on, showing no reaction to Mimi's outburst. Normally she didn't care about sob stories, but this was an exception.

'You're a murderer, Mimi Miney, I can't change that. But I do have power here, and I can make your stay as comfortable as possible.'

'T-thanks, but why?' Mimi asked, getting control of herself. 'D-do you know me somehow?'

'I don't. Dahlia responded, leaving the room, 'But I know how hard it can be to look like someone else.'

JUNE 2017, PRISON CHURCH, 5:48PM

'Morgan Fey, in a church? I'm surprised you haven't burst into flames yet.'

Morgan Fey showed no response to this insult. Her back was to Dahlia, kneeling in front of altar, deep in prayer, or at least pretending to be. When she didn't respond, Dahlia entered the church reluctantly. This was one of the few areas that had been built before her arrival; not that she would have insisted on installing a church into the facility. Religion had never been a subject she was comfortable with. If Heaven and Hell did exist, Dahlia was fairly certain which one she'd be going to. But she'd cross that bridge when she got to it.

'Gotten deaf in your old age, have you?' Dahlia continued with the taunts, 'But your hearing seemed to be just fine in the trial earlier today. I'm sure you heard the verdict 'Not Guilty' as well, correct? Guess that means your plan was a failure.'

'Hardly.' Morgan responded, opening her eyes but still in the prayer position, 'I performed my part flawlessly. It was that brainless woman that made a mistake.'

'Ah, you mean Mimi? She tells me you practically forced her to commit the crime. Is it not your fault that you couldn't find a willing accomplice?'

Morgan sighed and got to her feet, rather easily for a woman of her age. She sat on one of the nearby benches and Dahlia looked her in the eyes for the first time in years. She had to admit, the old hag hadn't aged a day. Her crimes clearly weren't weighing on her conscience. It was funny, Dahlia thought. People had to audacity to call her a demon, but she bet those people had never met Morgan Fey before.

'I'm tired of these word games, daughter. You've interrupted my prayers to Ami Fey, so just tell me what it is you want.'

'If you had read my letters, you would know.'

'In my defense, you are a vile creature and I wanted nothing to do with you.'

Dahlia smiled, 'Careful, mother. One word from me and you'll be thrown in the darkest cell in this facility, never to see the light of day again. Though I suppose sunlight doesn't agree with you anyway.'

Morgan stared.

'I'm implying you're like a vampi-'

'I understood your weak jab, daughter. But it matters not. I have no reason left to live, anyway.'

'Don't be so sure. It just so happens we have the same goal.'

Morgan raised an eyebrow, 'And that is?'

'We both want Maya Fey dead.'

Morgan was legitimately shocked by this, 'And what has Mystic Maya done to you?'

'Nothing. It's her sister Mia I want to hurt, but she's dead, so I have to make do with Maya.'

'And what has Mystic Mia done to you?'

Dahlia couldn't believe this, 'You don't know? I'm your daughter, surely you've been keeping tabs on me. Plus it was all over the news.'

'Like I said, I want nothing to do with you, Dahlia. You are a reminder of your traitorous father.'

'As if you're any better!' Dahlia spat back, 'Admit it, me and Iris had no spiritual power and you couldn't wait to be rid of us!'

Morgan looked down, almost shamefully, 'I admit, I was... disappointed when I learned neither of you could succeed me. But it was your father that abandoned me, not the other way around. You have to understand, Dahlia, our branch must become the main family once again. It is our destiny! What else could matt-'

'ENOUGH!' Dahlia screamed, her cry echoing throughout the church. Even Morgan was stunned into silence. Dahlia had no desire to relive her awful childhood.

'I don't care anymore, it's in the past. We need to discuss the future. A good friend of mine, Manfred von Karma, gave me a brilliant idea on how I can reach Maya. I simply need someone on the outside to spirit channel me.'

'But.. you would have to be dead for that to work.'

'Indeed, which is why I was trying to contact you. Surely you know plenty of channelers out there that are skilled enough to do this? They don't even have to be willing, I'll simply take over their body for a short time and kill Maya. It's as simple as that.'

'You underestimate our community, Dahlia. None of the channelers would bring a spirit back without ensuring they have all the information in advance. Unless...'

'What?'

'There is one exception. Someone strong enough to channel that would never question my request. My daughter.'

Dahlia stare in disbelief for a few moments, 'You can't be serious. You'd put your cherished Pearl in that kind of danger? So much for her succeeding you.'

'There's no danger. She channels you, you kill Maya, you return to the underworld. Like you said, simple.'

Dahlia shrugged. It's not like she cared who did the channeling, so long as she got what she wanted.

'Alright, let's get into specifics. Where's the best place to do this?'

Morgan smiled, and just like that, Dahlia knew the plan would be a success.

'I have a thought? Have you ever heard of a little place called Hazakura Temple?'