"What's a Supreme?" one of the girls asked. She was one of the many that were recently admitted into Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptionally Talented Young Ladies. The name of the school was tentative, now that there were three warlocks who had been admitted.

"You're looking at her," Queenie replied. Cordelia Foxx stood on the staircase with a grin.

"In each generation of witches, there is one we call the Supreme. When the time comes, I will determine who I think is the next Supreme, and they will perform the Seven Wonders to confirm my belief." Some of the new students nodded. "Zoe, can you show the new students to their rooms. Queenie and I have something we need to talk about." Zoe nodded and lead the coven up the stairs.

Cordelia and Queenie sat on opposite facing couches surrounded by the paintings of the former Supremes. "I know things seem great in this coven on the surface, but I can tell Misty's death has affected both of you deeply. I know it has for me." Queenie nodded.

"She had the purest heart out of all us," Queenie reflected.

"Then there's Madison. While I don't blame Kyle for choking her to death, if the public finds out she's gone missing, we'll be blamed and labeled like some kind of cult. From what you told me, Papa Legba respects you. Marie Laveau was working on some kind of voodoo transfiguration spell for her minotaur after my mother incinerated its body. I need you to descend into her own Hell to retrieve her, and we may be able to turn Misty's ashes back into human form. Then we can bring Madison back."

"Marie isn't as innocent as you think, Delia. She's given hundreds of souls to Papa Legba. Is it worth the damage?"

"Marie may not be the best way, but she's the only way. So far, looking at everyone's files, no other witch has displayed the power of resurgence other than our fallen sister Misty Day, and we need her. If this coven falls on dark times, and I'm sure it will, we can't afford to die out. So prepare to use descensum and enter the afterlife. You've done it before, but this time you need to find Marie's."

"Yes, ma'am." Queenie got off the couch and went to her room. Zoe and Queenie now shared a room after the flood of new students came in.

"What did she want?" Zoe asked.

"She wants me to go to Hell and find Marie Laveau to bring Misty and Madison back. "

"Madison? That bitch left me for dead. Besides, how are we going to bring them back? One's in a urn and the other's rotting somewhere."

"Cordelia put Madison's body in some kind of storage in the greenhouse so she won't decompose. I'm going to do it now, while I still have time. I don't wanna wait 'til sunrise and die like Misty." Queenie laid on the ground and folded her arms over her chest. She closed her eyes and began to breathe. It felt like she was being compressed when she opened her eyes to see she was in Delphine LaLaurie's attic. Her three daughters were in cages on one side, while she was in one on the other side. Marie Laveau was skinning one of her daughter's arms with a blank facial expression. Laveau and LaLaurie turned to Queenie.

"Queenie! You came back for me! I've changed, I promise! Torture is wrong, no matter the skin color," Delphine pleaded.

"I'm not here for you, bitch. I'm here for Marie," Queenie retored. She felt a cold hand rest on her shoulder.

"You are, are you?" Papa Legba said behind her. She could feel her heart skip a beat but quickly composed herself inside. "You're one nosy little witch. You really should stay out of Hell, girl."

"I'm here to make a deal. You give me Marie and Nan's souls and I'll stay out of your business."

"Your little friend isn't in here, dear. She's in Heaven with her little boyfriend," Papa Legba said with his signature accent. "I tell you what, you can have this one. It ain't even really her fault she down here." Papa Legba looked at Marie, who was wiping the blood off her hands. "Mambo, finish wipin' the blood off yo' hands and you can go."

Marie's face expressed her relief. "Thank you, Papa. I'll bring you more souls if you need me to."

"Don't worry 'bout it anymore. I'm tired of comin' to you every year and takin' them. Just stay out o' my way and don't be givin' yo immortality to anyone else. Listen to what this girl here tells you to do, or I might change my mind."

Marie nodded. She picked up a hot poker and shoved it into Delphine's side. "I ain't finished with you, cracker bitch. I want yo' fat, ugly head on my wall." She dropped the poker and walked toward Queenie, not breaking eye contact with Delphine.

Queenie woke up to find a pile of bloody body parts in a cardboard box beside her. On top was Marie Laveau's head with her braids draped like long snakes over the box's edges. "Put me back together, and don't let that white girl help. I saw what she did to that boy. Lookin' like Raggedy Andy."

"Bitch, I just got you out of Hell, don't give me attitude." Queenie began to set the body parts into place and closed her eyes. "Exsarcio corpus." Marie's body parts slid closer together and began to patch themselves together, leaving no sign of scarring. Queenie threw the bloodstained dress and turban that was in the bottom of the box at Marie.

"Where's Fiona? That bitch didn't even come looking for me," Marie asked.

"Fiona's dead and in Hell. That's what happens when you drown an innocent girl."

"Queenie, that girl was not innocent. She killed the neighbor. Made her drink bleach!" Marie cackled loudly. "Now I'm going back to my shop, see how much blood I can get off the floor." Marie walked toward the doorway and Queenie outstretched an arm, dragging her back.

"No you're not. Legba said you have to listen to me, or you die again. You're teaching me the transfiguration spell to bring back Misty."

Marie shot a poisonous look at Queenie and sighed. "Let me go get my book."