A/N

Hello everyone. First of all, a huge thank you to everyone who stuck around to the very end; it means so much to me. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope I did the Hex Girls justice, as they don't have much content out there. I do plan to write a sequel, as well as some fics that focus on the Scooby gang as well. As always, I appreciate everyone who took the time to write a review or send me feedback; they are quite helpful. Anyways, enjoy the epilogue and feel free to provide your thoughts on the fic. Thanks again.

~The Wandering Piney

Epilogue

The following evening...

Esmeralda and Marcus nervously walked down the hallway. The Hex Girls had thrown a wrench into the Fallen's plan by alerting the second Cosmic to the location of the temple and He had improvise. He had told them His plan to save the Order and prevent the other Cosmic from discovering, and subsequently slaughtering, His followers. In doing so, the crystal and the temple had to be destroyed. So by sacrificing one temple and His ability to communicate with the world with ease, He saved the rest of the Order. The Fallen gave Esmeralda and Marcus a chance to create a portal and escape. They were thankful for their Lord and if it wasn't for His word, they'd be screwed as their failure to avert the disaster at the temple would have resulted in their executions. Despite this, they still had to report the incident to their superior.

They stopped at the ornate door. Esmeralda picked at her collar and straightened her hat while Marcus wiped the sweat from his brow.

"I don't want to do this," the witch anxiously said.

"Neither do I, but we must follow protocols," the warlock responded. "Or else we'll be even more screwed."

The two mages took a deep breath as the door opened on its own and the two begrudgingly entered.

The room was illuminated solely by large monitors replaying footage from the Revelation and when Matella fought the three girls. A large chair (though one could easily mistake it for a throne) was positioned in the center of the room facing the monitors.

"Well," a deep, authoritative yet human voice said from the chair. "What is the status of Temple Thirty-Three?"

The two mages froze.

Esmeralda swallowed. "It's…a loss. Seventy-three casualties."

"But we've performed a Class Three Amnesia spell on the local populace and an emergency response team has cleaned up the area; the temple may have well never existed," Marcus quickly added in an attempt to salvage their situation.

"That's correct," Esmeralda said with a fake smile. "We've also had a phantom recovery team extract valuable items from the wreckage."

"So then you have everything under control?" the voice asked.

"Absolutely," Esmeralda cheered.

"So what of the Hex Girls?" the voice inquired.

The mages looked away from the individual in the chair.

"Well…" Esmeralda began. She looked to her acquaintance for help.

"One of our hunters was killed after engaging a witch in combat on the surface; blood from multiple individuals was discovered by a van. We are currently analyzing the blood samples as well as the residual magic for identification," Marcus explained.

There was a long uncomfortable silence and the two mages were ever-so-slightly shaking.

"You two have no idea what happened to them," the voice stated.

"No…" Esmeralda began but was cut-off as the figure in the chair raised an arm.

Both mages recoiled as they heard the clanking of metal against the floor and several green eye-like lights shone from the shadows. The two considered themselves powerful mages, but they didn't dare face the Automata lurking in the darkness of the room, let alone the individual in the chair.

"Have you recovered their bodies? Have there been any reports from any local hospitals?" the man in the chair asked.

Neither mage answered.

"In all likelihood they survived and escaped," the man said.

"And we will deal with them," Esmeralda quickly rectified.

There was more clatter from the Automata and they moved closer to the mages, yet they remained obscured by the darkness.

"Indeed you will Esmeralda; with Zachariah deceased and your temple gone, I'm putting you in charge of a task force to kill the Hex Girls," the voice commanded. The monitors changed to images of the band with personal information about each musician next to their driver's licenses image: age, home locations, the names of family members and close associates, financial records, tour dates; there were even news clippings showing them with the famous Mystery Incorporated unmasking fake vampires in Australia.

"I want this done quietly and without error; we have their tour schedules and we know where they'll be, so you have ample time to prepare," the man clarified. "Do not fail me Esmeralda."

"I won't," she said bowing her head. "Those girls are as good as dead."

The two mages turned around and left the room as quickly as their feet could carry them.

As the door closed, the individual in the chair placed a small, decorative box on the armrest and gently opened it.

"O Almighty Lord, I swear to you that Sally McKnight, Kimberly Ross and Jane Warren will perish. We shall strike them down in your name and their lives will be the price for the blasphemy committed against you."

With his prayer said, the black crystal shard— recovered earlier in the morning by a ghost he personally sent— emitted a faint glow.

"And once they are dead, we shall set you free."

The glow grew brighter before going dark. He closed the box and placed it on a small altar before him. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the monitors. The three troublesome girls had no way of knowing it, but it was only a matter of time before the Fallen's wrath was brought upon the Hex Girls.