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"How long have I been asleep?" Lillian asked, her eyes taking in the mini bunker that was hidden beneath the ground. Everything was grey, except for the brown bunk bed on her left and an air filtration system next to it. On her right, there was a stove, stainless sink, a shelving for food storage, and the two doors in the corner were the bathroom and toilet. And in the center was a high black expertly crafted glass coffin to which she was found in.

After Cordelia had explained to Lillian about how Micheal was already staging the apocalypse, she had resurrected Mrytle from the dead because she needed her help. Every single day, Micheal was getting stronger and stronger. It was said that his hunger for power and for the world to end was terrifyingly insane that it was becoming even more difficult to stop him.

Lillian could feel her mother's fear and desperation for any sort of help she could get her hands on to take down Micheal.

"One year and a half," Cordelia answered shortly after in a low, raspy voice.

Lillian knitted her brows together as she glanced over her shoulder. "W-what? No, it can't be," she stammered in astonishment. It felt as if she was gone for a decade, or a century, but a year and a half? That seemed too short. She had been stuck, reminiscing memories that felt like a lifetime. Some were good and many bad. The bad ones were only figments, yet, nevertheless they were just as bad as a living nightmare.

But there was only one true unpleasant memory that had broken her in every way that was possible, taking away one important thing she held for Micheal. And that was Trust. Now with that gone, she not only felt hatred towards him but humiliation and betrayal.

Why did he give up? He was doing just fine! Why Micheal, why did you do it!? She thought confused and angry. After having their first child, Gabriel. They were both very happy, or at least she thought so. Micheal had treated her and their son with adoration, but then when they had their second child it all went downhill from there. After two weeks that Serena was born he would leave home late at night when they were all sleeping and would return early in the morning.

But then he started to disappear frequently for days, weeks, and when it became months Lillian began to worry. So when he came back one morning, she decided to follow him the next time he went out, leaving Zoe to take care of her babies while she was gone. She hid in the shadows while she watched him. He was with a short, dark-haired woman she didn't recognize at all. Lillian heard him call her Mead and as she watched them, she saw that they held a very close bond.

The woman was middle-aged and seemed to be a mother figure to Micheal. Lillian also witnessed the woman kill an innocent couple that'd crossed their path. But when she saw the woman intend to kill a mere child, Lillian intervened not bearing the thought of a child being mercilessly murdered. She was also very much afraid of losing Micheal to the darkness that she knew awaited him.

Michael was very furious that Lillian had followed him and was beyond disappointed, more in himself than her, that he hadn't sensed her presence.

Zoe had helped Lillian place an invisible spell that took away her scent and energy so that no witch or warlock would sense her in sight. Without warning, Micheal had used his powers to teleport them both into an empty house to which he had then put her into a deep sleep, separating her from their children. Which was the worst thing that could ever happen to her, and because of this Lillian would never forgive him.

"We need to leave, now. He knows you're awake," Cordelia said. Her lips trembled as her face turned a shade whiter than her usual fair complexion, and without warning, she collapsed to the ground. The only time, Lillian had seen her mother faint was when Michael had brought Queenie and Madison back from the underworld. But at this very moment, something felt really weird about Cordelia that Lillian couldn't put her finger on.

"Mother!" Lillian yelped in panic.

"I hate to admit it, but she's right. We need to get the hell out of here," Madison quickly replied, taking hold of Cordelia's arm. Lillian helped lift her mother up, putting an arm around her shoulder.

"We need to teleport out of here, link hands, now!" Mrytle beckoned. They all held hands as the three of them closed their eyes and chanted words that no mortal should understand.

Misty's swamp! Mrytle and Madison said in unison inside her mind. She grimaced not understanding why they'd go there but she abided them by imagining the swamp. She had been there a couple of times. Misty was a very close friend of hers so when Michael had brought her back, Lillian was over the moon with joy and happiness.

It hadn't taken long for their spell to work. With a fast swoosh, they all opened their eyes and found that they were no longer in the bunker but inside a small cabin. After putting Cordelia down on the bed, Lillian turned to face the two witches.

"Explain to me, why is my mother so weak?"

Madison scrunched her face up in confusion. "What the hell do you mean? You were there when Cordelia told us that her powers were fading and that a new Supreme is rising."

Lillian shook her head. "No, Micheal told me when he was doing the seven wonders, he had manipulated my mother into believing that. So that he could become supreme quickly. He knew my mother's weakness was her coven and so he took advantage of that."

"What!" Madison yelled causing Lillian to flinch. "You didn't bother to mention this to us before? You're such a goddamn idiot!"

Lillian sighed in defeat. "I thought she'd find out on her own. It hasn't been long since she became the supreme, it takes generations to fulfill a supreme leader's purpose until it's passed over."

"Well, if it isn't obvious, she hasn't caught on, Lillie." Madison drawled out with a scowl.

"Okay, dearies, enough with the yackety-yak. We need to move forward and focus on the big problem here. How do we bring down an antichrist?"

"Yeah, how do we kill your husband, Lillie?" Madison said in a bitchy tone, causing Lillian to bat her teeth at the spiteful witch.

"I swear Madison if you keep getting on my nerves, Micheal will not only be the one that is killed by my hands!"

"I dare you to try, bitch," Madison gritted out, as they both glared at each other.

Loud screams echoed off of the walls, causing Lillian to jerk her head towards the sound. It was her mother. She was in some kind of bad dream, Lillian could feel it. Lillian had always been connected to her mother in some way since she was an infant. The closer they were the stronger their bond was. So whatever emotions that Cordelia was feeling, Lillian felt them too. There was pain, anger, fear, and hate.

Lillian took her mother's hand and squeezed it gently. "It's okay, mom I'm here. I won't let anything happen to you," she whispered soothingly, pecking her mother on the forehead.

Lillian glanced towards Mrytle with an uneasy look. "What's wrong with her? And where are the rest of our sisters? Why aren't they here right now?"

Madison balled her hands into a fist. "Your husband killed them all," she hissed. "Remember when we visited Micheal's birth home and we found out how he can do that thing where he erases a soul...well, we forgot to mention that to our precious supreme. And as punishment, I had gotten an ugly slap for putting our coven at risk. Lucky, you were asleep."

For the first time in her life, Lillian was lost for words. Her mind completely shut down as her body froze in place. But she could feel her lips quiver and teeth chattering as she stared at the ground in disbelief.

"It's no one's fault, don't beat yourself up about it. I don't think the girls would want that. They would want you both to kick some serious ass instead of dwelling on them," Mrytle implied with a small smile on her freckled face.

"No, it is our fault. They would still be here if it wasn't for our stupidity," Madison muttered in a low tone.

This was the first time Madison had ever cared about anyone but herself. Lillian could really see the pain on her face but then as soon as it came it was gone. And her bitchy self-was back. "But because of your hubby, we can't bring them fucking back. Can we! All we can do is kill that son of a bastard!" She turned to face Lillian. "You remember Mallory and Coco, right?"

Lillian nodded.

"Your mother placed an identity spell to protect them. Mallory is our plan to destroying your husband, and we need your help." A sly grin formed its way across Madison's lips. "Guess what bitch...you're going to outpost 3."

Thanks for reading and sorry if this chapter sucked. But if you enjoyed it please leave a review. And I know I'm not the only one that thinks it... But that finale fucking sucked balls!