Thirty minutes later, the caravan of fighters soon arrived at a modest-looking  large house located in an isolated area of Covington Springs. "We're here," Chance intoned as he pulled the car up to the home as the other cars parked behind them. "No matter what happens, guys, play along with what Ceceillia's planning."

"Right," the other three lovers replied in unison as they got out of the car.

"Pretty isolated place for Ceceillia to choose," Miguel said as he and the others got out of their cars and joined the four lovers in following up the walkway. "And not another home for at least a mile and a half."

All will be made clear in the time to come," came the voice of Druscilla from out of nowhere. "Amalia and I are disguised as Lyle and Thierry and will act as such. Play along by ear, but know that my sister and I will have the final say. Trust in My plan. Trust yourselves."

"Yes, Druscilla," everyone said, bowing their heads in a show of respect.

"All right, folks," Taranna said as she and Chance led the charge, the duo facing the front door. "No going back. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can all head home."

"This ends today," Chance intoned as he knocked on the front door. "Ceceillia! It's Chance and the others!"

Seconds later, the door swung open to reveal the Alpha female dressed in Daisy-Dukes shorts and a red cropped top with her long hair pulled in a ponytail. She gave Chance a chilling smile. "Hurrah, you came," she said before frowning at the abbreviated crowd. "Though I see that the crowd is much smaller."

"Your mother and brother as well as the other witches have committed suicide once they learned what happened," Miguel said harshly. "You broke your mother's heart, Ceceillia. I hope you're happy."

"Now that you're all here, I am. Anyway, come on in. I'll have Thierry and Lyle brought up from the cellar in a moment."

Everyone quietly followed her inside, not saying anything else. Once they all gathered in the living room, Ceceillia headed downstairs to the room in question before returning upstairs with the couple in question. "Here you go," she crooned, pushing the handcuffed couple into the middle of the living room. "Safe and sound, as you can see."

"Thank Goddess," 'Thierry' breathed, sending Chance a knowing wink.

"I'll say," 'Lyle' replied, eyes glowing dark red to show Lachlan that 'he' was actually Amalia.

"Now that we're here, you can let the couple go," Chace demanded to a nonplussed Ceceillia. "You gave us your word that Lyle and Thierry are safe and sound once we all arrived.

Ceceillia nodded. "I did," she commented. "But...I decided that the time has come for you all to die."

"WHAT?!" everyone yelled.

"Hija de puta!" Miguel bellowed before storming to his daughter and slapping her on the face. "You have crossed every line possible, Ceceillia Mendez! You have dishonored the family name by your actions!"

"Aw, don't be upset, Daddy dearest. This is a lesson to show you that I always get what I want! Once I get rid of all of you, I will make sure that the whole world will know who I am and that I am not going to be denied!"

She walked over to a hallway closet and pulled out a machine handgun. "A few rounds of this, and I'll have you all exterminated," she purred. "After that, I'll bomb the house and then turn my rampage to the whole state of South Carolina. And then, it's the world. Once I'm done slaughtering everyone, I'll rule over the dead and live it up as a queen. Maybe I'll keep a few pups around to have as my slaves and sacrifices. Thank you all for falling into my trap and kickstarting my road to revenge."

Chance and his brother grasped the respective hands of Marithe and Lachlan. "We love you," the Alphas said to their Omegas.

"We love you too," the Omegas mouthed back.

"I think I'll start with the four who put me in this place," Ceceillia mused as she aimed her gun at the mermen. "This is all their fault, to be real. No one makes a monkey out of me. Any last words, anyone?"

And then, a boom of thunder echoed from outside as a torrential rain began to fall while lightning flashed across the skies. Ceceillia yelped, shielding her eyes from the flash before opening them to find...

"Druscilla! Amalia!" she exclaimed as she looked around to see everyone else had vanished. "What the-"

"Foolish girl," the goddess of the underworld tutted, shaking her head as her sister made a lacquered box appear out of nowhere and into her hands. "You've been quite naughty with your games."

"Where are they?" Ceceillia demanded, wildly looking around. "Where are my intended victims?"

Druscilla chuckled lowly. "All safe and sound back in downtown," she replied smoothly. "And it's a good thing because I think it's time for you to finally pay for your sins. Your time has come to an end, foolish girl, and you must answer for your sins. Any last words?"

Ceceillia tossed her gun to the side, which instantly vanished. "Yes, I do! I may be unable to have what's rightfully mine by choice, but I will still find other ways to get what's mine. My name will live on even after I'm long dead."

"Oh? And what makes you think that you're going to die?" Amalia asked. "No, dear girl. We're here to make an example out of you."

Druscilla opened the lacquered box to pull out a full-face mask made of iron. "So that no man, woman, child, or supernatural being will ever look at your treacherous face again, you shall wear this mask for all eternity. You will be unable to kill yourself or others and no one will free you from this mask. This will be your curse for all eternity."

Ceceillia, frozen by the magic, was unable to scream or let out a sound as the iron mask was placed on her face. As soon as metal touched flesh, she was able to let out a blood-curdling scream as she felt her body transform from a female to a male's before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

Druscilla turned to Her sister. "When one treacherous soul's journey ends, the path to a new life begins," She says formally. "Ceceillia Mendez is no more."

"So it is, it is so," Amalia replied. With that, the two of them left the house with no one being the wiser.

Gentle reader, the whereabouts of Ceceillia Mendez will be made clear before the story is over. But this story will be ready for a proper ending for everyone. Let's move on, shall we?

And we're getting closer to the end as my four lovers will finally breathe a sigh of relief and plan out their lives for the future before Thierry makes my Omegas an offer they can't refuse! Stick around, folks, and you'll see what I mean!

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