Millie

We walked our friends to the pit's edge, and I hugged my brother tightly. "Millie, listen, get some real help for your PTSD. Also, try and spend more time and connect with Candice. You never got the chance before to really know her, so now is your chance. Make the most of it!" Jonny said into my ear, and I nodded. 

"I will, I promise." The bridge formed, and Jonny passed into the Sweet Hereafter. I turned to see Candice kiss Taylor which was gross but hot at the same time. Like Taylor was hot, but she was also kissing my sister, so that was gross. 

Chelcie locked arms with Taylor, and they also walked through the door. It was a sweet, simple moment, a bit of happiness in a place full of evil. I went over and put my hand into Candice's, and she smiled at me. Her head rested on my shoulder as we watched the bridge disappear and were left to now figure out how to get rid of Michelle. 

Michelle appeared behind all of us, and I chuckled, "speak of the devil; there she is." I said, and she rolled her eyes.

"That joke is overused and not even funny. I'd tell you to go to hell, but you're already here." She snickered, and we all shared an eye roll. 

"Come on, Michelle, what do you want bad enough that'll make you let us go?" Gerald asked, and Michelle chuckled. 

"I told you, handsome, that I'd let them all go in exchange for your soul." She told him once again, and he shook his head.

"An option that doesn't involve you getting any of our souls?" He asked, and she crossed her arms and huffed.

"There is nothing I want more than to watch you burn Gerald!" She responded, and he sighed. 

"Harsh, but fair, your woman who knows what you want." He stated, and Emberly spoke up. 

"Well, actually, you already got my mother's soul, so why don't you just be happy with that and let him go." She challenged Michelle, who hissed. 

"That is not how it works! But fine, Gerald, since you want to be so complicated, I'll make sure you don't have a choice." She vanished, and we all wondered what she meant.

***

Michelle 

I knew there was only one other person who I could drag down to the underworld to make Gerald pay. It had been a while since I had seen her; she was doing rather well for herself. That, of course, wasn't even considering the fact she was still in an ongoing battle with beautiful Camilla. She was one nasty demon, but she was persistent, and I admired her for that. 

I entered the White Castle in America and found Emlyn trying to position a painting of herself and Stella. I should have despised love, but I didn't; it was sweet. Maybe it's because I craved to have the same thing, but when you brand yourself as the devil finding love is complicated. 

"Hello Emlyn, how are you?" I asked, and she jumped, turning around to face me. 

"What are you doing here?" She answered me with a question which was annoying but, I suppose, fair. 

"There are some friends of yours that need your help, don't worry, I'll take you to see them," I said with an evil grin painted on my face. 

"What are you talking about?" She asked, and I chuckled. 

"You're about to find out."