Pandora and Michael laid down onto the wooden floor beside each other with the other sorcerers peering over them.

Pandora glanced over to her right to see Michael looking back to her. Michael inched his hand to Pandora's and linked his pinkie finger around hers. 

"Deduce me in tenebris vita ad extremum, ut salutaret inferi.
Deduce me in tenebris vita ad extremum, ut salutaret inferi," Both Michael and Pandora began to chant as they closed their eyes in sync. "Descensum."

Pandora opened her wide eyes to see a long corridor lined with tall black doors. The girl looked down to her hand to see it was now laced with Michael's.

Michael led the way down the corridor. The two stopped outside a specific door that was an exact clone of the others around it.

Pandora reaches her hand out to the brass door handle and twisted it. The two stepped through the doorway to see a gloomy school laboratory filled with young children cutting into the stomachs of the dead frogs that were strapped onto the tin trays.

Pandora's eyes travelled down to the only adult sitting at a desk. Her gaze wandered across Misty's distraught figure, from her unkept blonde curls to her tear stained cheeks. Pandora watched as the teacher watched as the teacher forced Misty to cut a strip down the frog's stomach causing even more screams and tears to fall from the blonde witch.

Michael dropped Pandora's hand and snatched a scalpel from a nearby desk and walked towards the man that was repeatedly taunting Misty.

Michael stepped behind him and stabbed his back with the metal tool. Pandora watched in horror as the teacher screamed in pain and his guts literally spilt from his torso. Pandora gasped as she watched the male hesitantly grabbed his intestines before collapsing to the floor. Misty held the same scared expression as Pandora as they both watched the children's faces turned expressionless and deathly, and they began to murmur chants.

Michael lowered his bloodied hand and smiled towards Misty.

"Are you here to save me?" Misty asked the golden-haired boy.

"Yes, but I'm not alone," Michael turned his head back to Pandora to see still gripping the chest piece of her blouse.

"Dory?" Misty whispered as she stared at her old friend.

"Hi there, Misty," Pandora whispered back with a smile as she heard the nickname that Misty had given to her when they first met. Pandora began to walk forward until she was stood by Michael's side, with tears welling in her eyes as she scanned Misty's face. 

Misty cried with happiness as she leapt from her stool and latched onto her dark-haired friend. "I can't believe you're actually here."

"I know, Mist, you're safe now," Pandora lulled as she stroked Misty's blonde mane. Pandora heard a gentle cough from behind her before she pulled away from the embrace. 

"I'm sorry to rush such a beautiful moment but I do believe we should be getting back soon," Michael urged. 

"Of course, let's go, Misty," Pandora said as she held onto her hand. Pandora turned around to face Michael and held out her other hand for him to hold. Michael smiled down at Pandore outstretched palm as he laced his fingers between her own. 

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Both Michael and Pandora shot up from their positions on the floor with gasps causing all of the witches and warlocks to surround them once again. Pandora's hand was still latched onto Michael's but her other hand stayed vacant. 

"What happened?" Cordelia asked in a cynical tone which was directed to Michael. "Where's Misty?"

Before either of the two sorcerers had a chance to answer, Myrtle beat them to it. "Isn't it obvious, dear? She's been right where's she's been for the last -" But she was cut off when a sudden pile of dust began to form beside Pandora. There, beside her, was Misty lying with her eyes closed and hand laid in Pandora's palm. Cordelia gasps in shock and knelt down to her dear friend. 

The warlock began helping Michael up to walk towards the back of the room but his hand was still latched to Pandora's, and it seemed he didn't want to let go. But Baldwin, unintentionally separated their connection as he assisted Pandora to her feet. Madison quickly came to Pandora's aid after she was done marvelling over the fact that Misty was now alive again. Madison wrapped her slim arm around Pandora's waist while Pandora slung hers around the blonde's shoulders. The dusky haired girl rested her head down on her raised shoulder in exhaustion. "Fucking hell, Pandora, I didn't know you could do that," Madison whispered with admiration and shock. Pandora closed her eyes as she chuckled under her breath.

"Neither did I, but I don't feel too hot. Can I sit down, Madi?" 

"Um.. sure," Madison said as she looked around the room for a spare seat. Madison shuffled Pandora around Cordelia and Misty to settle Pandora onto the plush sofa. "'Just relax, k? You did super fucking good today, you deserve to seat," Madison quietly laughed causing Pandora to let out a quiet snort. Pandora watched as her best friend walked away to stand back between Zoe and Queenie. The swart haired girl smiled as she saw Misty hug Queenie, but frowned as she watched Misty back away from Michael's confident and proud stare, and Cordelia swiping blood from under her nose. Pandora reluctantly stood from her seat and wrapped her arm around Cordelia's frame to support her unstable stance. 

"What's happening?"

"What always happens when a new Supreme rises. The old one fades away," Ariel stated. "We demand what's ours."

"Hang on, Pandora had every right to be the Supreme too, so step the fuck down," Queenie pointed her finger towards the short man.

"But for all we know, Michael could have done everything down in Hell, while she just watched the Alpha rise."

"You know nothing!" Cordelia shouted to the Ariel. "The only people who know what happened down there are Pandora, Michael, Misty and the Devil himself!" 

"I brought her back with Pandora, we did what you couldn't. We passed the Seven Wonders. Unless you want to add another one," Michael stated as he watched Pandora's actions with her Supreme. Michael statement caused Cordelia to shake her head. 

"Due to these circumstances, I am torn on what to do now, so I ask for your patience as I dwell on my decision. Thank you, you are excused, gentlemen," Cordelia continued as Pandora helped her sit down onto the sofa. 

"This is unfair! Make up your mind -" Ariel began. 

"Are you deaf? Your Supreme gave you orders, so you follow them without hesitation. You must not forget that she is still your fucking Supreme!" Pandora shouted to the man as she turned her head towards him in anger. His body was now pinned to the wall using a simple charm. That was the first time since her father's death that she snapped so viciously, and that scared her. She knew what could happen if her temper was tested. 

Tears stuck Pandora eyes as she immediately let go of Ariel's body. "I'm sorry, I didn't -" Pandora began to apologise to the man but he simply ignored her and stared down at the Supreme. 

"Are you sure you want such a hot-tempered bitch as your heir?" 

Pandora scoffed. "Don't you men ever think about anything important?"

"Look at me. Look at Fiona. Look at the Supreme. We were all 'hot-tempered bitches'. You're just making my selection easier," Cordelia chuckled. "now you heard Pandora, I'm still your Supreme so that means you still follow my orders, and I'm ordering you to leave and let me reflect!"

Ariel scoffed and stormed out of the room followed by all of the other warlocks. Michael followed last, his gaze wandering over Pandora in wonder and amazement before exiting the room. 

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All of the witches were sat around a long, rectangular table in a dimly-lit room. All of the women sat talking and laughing as Misty ate. "I'm starving. They don't serve solid food in Hell."

All the women laughed at Misty's comment, but Pandora's was only weak. Cordelia glanced at Pandora and furrowed her eyebrows at her still tired figure. It had been a few hours since the final test, Cordelia believed that Pandora would be feeling better by now. 

"Darling, are you alright? You still seem a bit off," Cordelia asked Pandora, unintentionally grabbing the other witches attention. 

"Oh. I'm quite alright, still a bit taken back by how I did in the test," Pandora weakly smiled to the blonde woman. 

"You did marvellous, dear. You should be extremely proud of yourself. We all are of you," Myrtle patted Pandora's pale, limp hand softly with a gentle smile. 

"If you don't mind, I think I might lie down of a while. I think going back to Hell put me off my bearings," Pandora excused herself as she began to stand up. Zoe, Queenie, Misty and Madison all stood up too to escort the brunette to her 'room'. The scene caused Pandora to laugh heartedly but not for long as a small cough caught in her throat. "I'm fine, really. I'm sure I can make it by myself."

Pandora steadily stumbled out of the room and up to the room she had been staying in for the last two weeks. As Pandora was twisting the door handle and voice from behind her made her jump. 

"You did excellently today, Dora. Truly impressive," The familiar voice of Michael Langdon spoke causing the young sorceress to spin around on unstable legs. Michael quickly stepped forward and placed his hands on her waist to keep her up-straight. 

"Thank you, dear. You also performed admirably, especially for your first try," Pandora teased as she set her hands upon his biceps for more support. From an outsiders perspective, the scene looked very romantic. And in the deep, dark hidden parts of the brain, they also saw their position that way.

"I hope after all of this that I can see you again?" Michael said in an almost questioning manner as he gently smirked down to the girl, hands still placed on her waist. 

"I hope so too, Michael. If I had it my way, I would have both of us as Supreme," Pandora shrugged with a sigh. 

"Well, why not?" 

"What?"

"Why can't we be Supreme together. I think that's only fair, considering we did both completed the test with flying colours," Michael grew more excited at this possibility. Michael's hands travelled from Pandora's waist to her shoulders. "That way we can still see each other."

"I suppose so, but there have never been two Supremes at one time. I don't know how it would work."

"You never know until you try," Michael whispered as he grew even closer to the girl until her back hit the door leading to the bedroom. Michael's hot breath fanned across Pandora's lips as she closed her eyes. Pandora's breathing became heavier as Michael's warm hands wandered around the features of her face. Michael's lips brushed against Pandora's as he spoke. "Don't you think so, Dora?"

Much to Pandora's dismay, Michael pulled away when he heard chatter and music coming from downstairs. He peered over the bannister and looked back to the girl in front of him. 

"Maybe we should continue this another time, shall we?" 

With a quiet huff, Pandora nodded and walked over to the bannister to see the White Witch, Stevie Nicks, singing and dancing with Misty while Baldwin on the piano. Pandora smiled down to the women with fondness. Michael smiled down at the woman beside him as she laid her heavy head down on his shoulder. Michael looked to his right to see Ariel staring at the two with discontent in his eyes. Ariel raised his glass in Michael's direction with a proud smile, ignoring the enemy leaning against his brother.

Michael nodded with an equally proud smile and continued to watch the two witches downstairs dance together, with the woman he was falling for beside him.