"YOU'RE NOT ROBBING A BANK, MICHAEL," Molly rolled her eyes in exasperation, flopping frustratedly back onto the bed beneath her.

"Well you're the one that wants to leave so badly, unless your father gave you the ability to grow money what else do you suggest?" He fired back, raising his eyebrows intelligently as he leaned against the door to their bedroom. Michael had heard all about the rivalry between Molly and his foster mother, like a pot that had been steadily boiling until it's contents were about to bubble over the edge.

It wasn't rocket science - Molly was uncomfortable living with the Satanist, despite Michael's promises that she was safe. She didn't underestimate her own abilities if it came to fighting Mead off, but she imagined there were dozens of other things she could do to get back at her for simply existing.

The girl's paranoia was only growing by the day - particularly after watching a TV viewing of Mel Gibson's The Passion of Christ. Michael had found her horror watching it rather amusing, but Molly was far from entertained. If her predecessor was so easily taken down by trusting the wrong person, who's to say she wouldn't be as equally betrayed. She didn't dare to think that there was a possibility her father hadn't completely abandoned her for starting an illicit relationship with the enemy.

"You don't know what it's like living with that woman when she hates you," Molly shook her head, leaning up onto her elbows and narrowing her eyes. "Haven't you noticed a 50% increase in upside down crucifixes around the house? Just the other day she lifted one to me and said, 'it's insane how this was all it took to take down the one before you. I wonder what'll end up stopping you, a wooden spoon maybe?' And then started laughing maniacally."

"She's only messing with you," Michael tried to comfort her, although he was struggling to keep his amusement from showing on his face. "It's not like she'd actually attempt to kill you."

"She took out all the marshmallows from my box of Lucky Charms," Molly deadpanned with a raise of an eyebrow, "the woman's a psychopath."

At this, Michael couldn't withhold his laughter any longer - especially given the serious expression Molly had adopted. He didn't doubt his stand-in mother was spending all her energy harassing and frightening the Second-Coming, but he knew it was perfectly harmless. Mead knew better after the first time than to cross him again.

"What's our plan, anyway?" She prompted suddenly, somewhat hesitant. When his head tilted in confusion, she elaborated. "We've been avoiding the elephant in the room for days now. Don't you think we should talk about... this? Whatever this is? Am I supposed to call you my boyfriend?"

"Don't you think the terms 'boyfriend and girlfriend' are a little trivial for the two most powerful beings in the world?" The corners of his lips rose in a smirk at his own words, crossing the room as she sat up and placing his hands on the bed on either side of her hips, his face inches from her own. Her breath hitched from the intensity he was looking at her with - as if he could see straight through her dark toned skin and into her mind.

It was remarkable how much the two had changed since first meeting. Where initially, they were like children in the bodies of adults, Molly and Michael were now more mature than most people in their twenties. They held a knowledge of the world that extended beyond the norm, having been matured by their experiences even over the short span of eleven months. With that maturity, came an attraction to each other that could only be described as absolutely primal. Weeks and months of hatred and fighting had exploded into a passionate cloud of lust and attachment, that both confused and maddened them.

When they had been 'friends' near the beginning, Molly never saw Michael in a sexual light, having been shrouded with naivety and a childlike innocence. Now, the woman wondered if she'd be able to continue resisting him for much longer. It wasn't that she didn't constantly wonder what it would feel like to commit the most sacred of acts with him, but if the skies had bled the first time they kissed, Molly was sure they'd split open if they consummated their relationship.

"Well, the most powerful being and the little demon spawn who follows after her," she teasingly replied, tilting her head back when his face began to inch closer.

"You're mine," he spoke in a calm yet darker voice, "how's that for a definition?"

"I don't belong to anyone," Molly refuted stubbornly, although she couldn't deny the swirl of lust in her belly at his words as her hands swiftly lifted to twist her fingers through his blonde hair, which had now inched past his ears. With a whisper of a breath, Michael leaned in until his mouth delicately brushed over hers, tickling her plump lips. Teasingly, he refrained from settling his mouth on hers, their breaths intermingling and the tension rapidly beginning to rise between them.

The door suddenly flying open left them both freezing in place, Michael then proceeding to close his eyes in frustration before turning to look at the woman who had interrupted their moment - as if she telepathically knew it was happening.

"Hello dears," Mead greeted cheerily, not at all phased by the position she had found them in. "I'm just heading to the supermarket, is there anything I can get either of you? Perhaps some shaving razors, Molly?"

"No thanks, Miriam," Molly grunted in reply at the snide comment, forcing a smile that was almost as fake as the elder womans. Expectantly, she then looked towards Michael for an answer.

"I'm fine," he shook his head, staring at Mead pointedly until she turned to leave, as slow as she possibly could.

"Maybe some condoms, hm?" She called out before the door finally shut, "I wouldn't want a half-breed baby running around, I might have to make a stew out of it!"

When she had finally disappeared from sight, Molly crossed her arms over her chest and cocked a sarcastic brow at her partner. Michael simply rolled his eyes at her stance, the mood having been completely ruined.

"I told you we're moving out."


"Why are we here?" Molly called out to her partner, anxiously fidgeting with her hands before eventually shoving them into the pockets of her coat. Her eyes nervously trailed around the familiar alleyway, wondering why Michael had brought her here of all places.

The Second-Coming hadn't told him about her brush with the gunman several days beforehand. Not because she thought he would judge her, but because she knew he would be supportive. Michael would have grinned with glee upon hearing the tale, and the manner in which Molly had so mercilessly murdered someone without hesitation. He would revel in it, use it as proof to show her that she wasn't the angel she was meant to be and that a darkness existed within her as it did him.

Michael had departed from her side and took a couple of steps forward, tilting his head as he regarded upon the blood stain that had dried into the stone beneath. The body had obviously been found and removed days before, with authorities crediting it as a successful suicide attempt - which was the only part of the media frenzy around him Molly had paid any attention to. She didn't want to know any theories the public had, or if the only eyewitness had decided to tell the world the truth.

"I saw on the news about the man who had killed himself in this alley," he mused, crouching down as if the stain would suddenly tell him something more. "Well, they called it a suicide. But they had another woman in custody before that. 'Mad' they called her, said she was rambling on about how another woman had forced him to do it. They let her go eventually when they learned his fingerprints were the only ones on the gun and the coroner agreed that the angle made it a self-inflicted wound."

"So? Are you obsessed with death scenes or what?" Molly prompted, swallowing nervously. The woman had told after all - even if the world didn't believe her. There was one group of people that would though; witches who knew about the power of concilium. More specifically, Cordelia's coven.

"I just have a feeling about this one in particular," he shrugged innocently, casting a knowing glance at her over his shoulder. His eyes suddenly moved to look at something directly behind her, eyebrows furrowing at the sight. Curious, and desperate to escape his gaze, Molly followed his eye-line and gasped when the image of a man swiping an old's woman purse met her. He darted across the street with it, towards the two of them, funnily enough. Her nostrils flared with frustration when she heard the helpless cries of the elderly woman, anger filling her enough to nod her head and send out a gust of energy that knocked the robber flat onto his back.

With her boots clacking against the ground, Molly approached the incapacitated stranger as he tried to catch his breath after the wind was knocked out of him. Lifting the toe of her boot, she dragged the bag away from his hand with the intentions of returning it to the lady.

"I-I-" he stammered, looking around wildly as if in a daze. "I don't know why I did that, I would never have done that to someone, I swear!"

Molly frowned at his words before the cool sensation of realisation fell over her like a blanket. Slowly, she turned to look at the Antichrist who hadn't moved an inch from his original position to assist. Only now, he was smirking wickedly.

"You did that!" she accused furiously after marching back to him, pointing her finger at his chest.

"And you killed that man a few nights ago," he replied coolly, not at all phased by her mood change. "Concilium is a truly special gift."

"If you knew I did it, then why did you just practically possess that man?" She gave him a shove, barely moving him an inch. At this, Michael's expression twisted in confusion, as if the reasoning was completely obvious.

"To prove a point," he argued. "If you were truly as good as you claim, you wouldn't have hurt either of those men. You would have stopped them, handed them into the police with a slap on the wrist. You killed someone when you didn't need to. You're a murderer, just like I am."

"I'm nothing like you," she recoiled and shook her head in horror, eyes widening as she stumbled back a step. The wave of guilt and regret she had anticipated ever since the incident was finally reaching her, only after Michael approved of it.

"Yes, you are," he retorted, reaching forward and gripping her cheeks to stop her from moving back again. "We're the same, you and I. And now that you've finally realised, maybe we can change this world. Together."

"A week ago you wanted to destroy everything," Molly swallowed thickly, keeping her eyes fixated on his as brown met blue in a fiery stand off. "And now you want to help it?"

Michael chose not to answer, knowing if he told the truth it would only dissuade her. The truth was that he could give a damn if the world burned to a crisp or lived, but by encouraging Molly to do what she thought would be the right thing in stopping those committing evil acts, he would be dragging her towards a darker path before she even realised it.

Michael liked to think he had a talent for sensing the morality of others. There was a darkness in Molly that intrigued him to no end - he'd have given up all his powers to tap into that side of her and push her to unleash it upon this cruel and pathetic world.

She was never going to allow him to bring about the apocalypse. But perhaps Michael could push her into being the Harbinger of the end times instead. If he had successfully managed to corrupt Molly, God would lose his last grip on keeping the world sacred and holy. Chaos would win, it would take over. And the only ones left standing would be himself and the beauty before his eyes.

"Say what you want about Hell, but the ones who we drag down to it are evil at the core," he grinned brilliantly, resting his forehead against hers. "You're ridding the world of evil, and giving my father more people to play with. Plus, I think I've come to develop a kink for when you get angry. It happens so little."

"You're not going to get me to do your bidding Michael," she responded knowingly, surprising him. Molly was more switched on than he could have ever guessed. Once again, he chose not to reply. Simply resting his arm around her shoulder and leading her back to Mead's house.

He didn't need to force her to do anything, Molly was already doing exactly what he wanted.


"Mead?" Michael called out in wonder, curious about the woman's whereabouts. He hadn't seen her since she had spontaneously bust in on their room the day before, but he knew better than to worry. Knowing Mead - she was either at some form of a Satanic convention or killing somebody.

"Will you just turn it off already?" Michael sighed as Molly's phone began to buzz once again. The damned witches had been incessant for the past few hours, calling her relentlessly every few minutes. The woman never once replied, but he noticed she didn't exactly turn off her phone or block them either. Perhaps she hadn't severed their connection as much as he had thought.

This time the vibrations were cut after a single second, causing the duo to look at each other with confusion. Molly slid her phone out of her pocket in curiosity, raising her eyebrows at the sight of a text message notification instead of a missed call.

Swiping it open, she glanced toward Michael with suspicious eyes.

"What?" He questioned, walking towards her as if prompted to. Molly angled her phone screen towards him, his eyebrows furrowing as he read the words twice to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

ANSWER THE PHONE, AND GIVE IT TO MICHAEL.

The phone, sure enough, began to ring again. Cordelia's number displayed on the screen as Michael barely wasted a second before ripping it from Molly's fingers, answering it and holding it to his ear expectantly. The woman by his side chewed her fingernails nervously, wondering how Cordelia had known they were together and what she could have possibly wanted with him.

"What?" He greeted rudely, jumping straight to the point. Sensing Molly's burning eyes on the side of his face, he huffed before lifting the phone from his ear and tapping the loudspeaker option.

"You think death is a punishment?" A voice shouted in the distance, only audible because of its volume. Michael's expression morphed into one of shock immediately upon recognition.

"Is that-" Molly cut herself off just as the voice spoke again, furthering her theory that the person speaking was in fact the lady of the house who had been tormenting her for days.

"I do not fear the fire!" she continued to roar. "It cleanses me, as it will cleanse this world! I've seen the end, I bear witness to the darkness! Father, take me in your arms, your kingdom is nigh!"

Her words were followed by a series of cackles from the woman herself, and a distinct crackling reminiscent of a fire. Michael's expression had slipped from one of shock to one of absolute fury - nostrils flared, eyes barely blinking and jawline set.

"That is the fate that lies in store for you and all those that follow you," Cordelia's voice followed coolly. Realisation began to settle in Molly's brain about what they had listened to as the phone clicked to signal the end of the call - Mead had been burned at the stake, obviously amongst others. Swallowing thickly, and somewhat unnerved by the dangerous look in Michael's eyes, Molly began to step backward from the scene and prepare for an outburst.

"Take me to where that is," he finally spoke, voice eerily calm. Molly shook her head in refusal, aware that if the witches were still there by the time she had transmuted him then a bloodbath would follow.

"No," Molly rejected him, her throat tight with the tension.

"Molly," he turned to her, a warning in his face, "take me there. Now." When she shook her head again, he reacted by letting out a roar of frustration before telekinetically flinging the couch next to them across the room. She simply raised an eyebrow, not at all phased by the display of power. If Michael wanted to fight her, she'd give him a fight.

The room was silent for a moment as he took a couple of breaths, calming himself down. The next movement came in him walking out of the room and towards the front door.

"Fine," he grunted in annoyance, swinging open the door with a flick of his fingers. "I'll find them myself."

Running her hands over her face, Molly sighed in contemplation. But eventually, the ideas that ran through her mind of what Michael could end up doing won her over, and she resigned to following after him.

The woman wasn't entirely sure if she had minded that Mead had been burned. Cordelia only did such things in the case of when another witch or warlock had been grievously harmed or murdered. She found herself hoping that Mead hadn't done anything to the witches - despite their betrayal, they had been the only family she knew.

Molly wasn't going to assist him in finding the area the coven used to burn others at the stake, but she wasn't going to wait at home while he went on a rampage either.


Thanks so much for reading!

VampireSiren - Ahhh thank you so much! I think the concept is off putting to some people who don't want to read this book when the see the OC is like basically another Jesus but Molly's such a complex character she's not at all like her predecessor! Well God may be pissed but the Dark Lord might not be too angry when he sees how dark Molly is becoming ; ) thanks for reading!

Sacrecrow - The idea of Molly and Mead together is so bloody funny like even the part i wrote about her taking Molly's marshmallows from her cereal had me dying hahaha, I think Satan himself might not mind the union so much if Michael manages to successfully drag her ass to the dark side! I'm so so happy you like the book thank you so much! I hope you like this chapter too! xx

sheshe073 - I love Molly and Violet too they're so precious! If I had it my way Michael and Molly would get a cabin in the woods and have babies but unfortunately the canon has to get in the way! So so happy you liked the last chapter thanks so much for reviewing! xx

New World Order - Go hard or go home is exactly right ;) ! Steam is definitely coming, but I have the idea in my mind for when I want the two to fully... AHEM, which I can't wait to write! Thanks for commenting!

Grim - I would LOVE to hear any recommendations for Molly's playlist! I added a couple more songs but I'm always searching for more so send them my way!

Guest - people would probably get angry if I did it but if I had it my way Molly would kick Tate's ass all the way to hell tbh!