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If he have a mortal body, ain't no telling what he can hear.

If the devil hisself is on the way,

why don't you just speed this up?

Mind yourself.

Never disrespect a spirit in the middle of its work.

Oh, Christ.

He's as crooked as the mean Mississippi.

Who's to say this isn't a scheme of his to keep us all here

till the boss man arrives?

Careful, blaming the river for its bends.

Crooked things got a way of reaching into places straight things can't.

Madame.

Yes, Papa.

Where's my voodoo sister, Queenie?

I need her here even...

Jamais, jam a is! Absolument pas.

Respect the balance.

Queenie stays right down where she be.

I need iron, candles and rum.

Go.

Sorry. Excuse me. Sorry.

So, Captain Morgan's, is that problematic for colonial reasons?

Sorry.

We need protection,

so do exactly as I say or the spell will turn on you.

Break you like you're "youngins."

Drop the iron nails to the floor.

Now, rum to close the circle.

Do not step outside of it, or you'll wind up with your tongues cut out.

You two must light those candles at exactly the same time.

If you don't, the iron won't see you.

You won't like what comes looking.

Shh.

Listen close.

Clear your ears.

Speak your mind. We are here.

It all started back in 1939.

The world had woken up to war.

The new pope, who named himself Pius XII,

knew someday his church would have to stare down Nazis.

So Pius went searching for the wisdom

from all them other popes too dead to talk.

There's this one box that only the Pope can open.

There, Pius found out that God and Satan done made a bet.

If the devil be living 100 years as a human being on Earth,

a man amongst the mortals,

then those thrones of Earth,

heaven and hell would all be his.

Pope Pius saw Hitler stomping on his war path across Europe

and thought he must be the devil himself.

Pius decided he was gonna have to cast the devil out of Hitler.

He staged an exorcism, shooting his prayers across Europe,

hundreds of miles from Rome to Berlin.

But Pius got it all wrong.

That devil was already here, living amongst you all.

In America.

Pour me a stiff one, will you?

Make an even stronger one for yourself.

You're probably going to need it.

Your hair game is strong.

Thank you.

Yes, it was me in that vision.

I can be a tad theatrical.

Frankly, it's kind of my brand,

that and desires of the flesh and abandonment of all hope.

I appreciate the mythological desire to kill me, it's...

what turns a boy into a man. But twice in one night?

I don't know what you want from me, but whatever it is, I refuse.

- I have to agree to sell you my soul. - Sell?

I have to agree.

My boy, this is me welcoming you into the family business.

Don't you get it by now?

Who do you think gave you that pretty birthmark?

I'm your father.

You're the devil.

- You're the devil. - Well, yes, that's my job.

And I'm sorry if my job's kept me from you

when you've needed me the most, but that's all going to change now.

Sit.

Fuck this. Fuck you.

Kids these days. I'm gonna make this really quick.

People your age like sound bites, those TikToks.

This young, beautiful version of me

is just a conjuring, evil made flesh.

I can take many forms, a serpent, a horned demon, anything I want or desire.

Now, that old fossil in the other room is another thing entirely.

It is me in totally human form.

I made a bet with God that I could survive as a man for 100 years.

When that old prune in the bed reaches 100,

I win the bet and gain dominion over everything.

Heaven, Earth, and hell below.

Why would God make this bet?

Well, my son, because he likes nothing more than reminding everyone

that he's the boss.

And he just couldn't resist the temptation of putting me in my place again,

but this time, I'm going to shove it right back in his face.

Satan, the fallevenge.

For sure, he's playing dirty.

Rushing to hit 100 years old

way ahead of time.

The devil had 13 years to go,

but now, all the sudden, he's almost there.

He's fixing to take over any minute now.

And every time

he kills a cluster of 13 humans,

he ages beyond his years.

A Coven of 13.

So, more men are crawling out of their graves to kill us?

Oh, the devil want all of y'all dead.

It's personal.

It's unforgivable.

It's war!

Because one of you under this dome done killed his Antichrist.

What?

Michael Langdon.

I can explain. Michael destroyed the whole world.

A nuclear apocalypse. Billions of lives slaughtered.

So I traveled back in time to stop him.

All this time, you've said nothing.

I wanted to tell you.

I wanted to tell you how brave each of you are,

how ferociously good you all are.

I fought alongside you,

watched you lay down your lives for a better world.

I thought that when I killed Michael,

that a great evil had been wiped from this world.

But now I realize I was wrong.

Every time I tried to read you...

nothing.

My second sight was blocked.

She was the one thing you couldn't see coming.

She is the future Supreme.

So, what?

Are we... Are we just watching some slow-motion death sentence for Cordelia?

- No. - Is she serious?

Enough.

Enough!

We made a deal, Legba.

One this Coven has paid for dearly.

And still you have not fulfilled your end of the bargain.

So tell us now how...

how we rid the world of Satan?

There be one thing that might be his undoing.

When the devil wins his bet with God,

he will go back to the depths of hell,

letting his only living son sit the earthly throne.

Find the boy Satan branded as his own

before he make him his.

'Cause once he do, even Papa can't help you no more.

How?

How do we find this boy?

He will have a mark.

And he will be drawn to death.

So, why do you need me?

Because I hate it up here.

Souls of the damned are easy to manage.

It's fun, predictable, stress-free.

Humans? Dude.

They're a real pain in the ass.

I'm gonna stay down in hell doing my thang,

and you're gonna be my man topside.

Of course you'll follow my orders,

but they'll mostly be big picture stuff.

You'll have plenty of room to express yourself.

You can fuck who you want, kill who you want.

And once you truly embrace your demon side,

you can eat whatever you want and not get fat.

So, that's what you're offering me?

Eternal life amongst the living damned?

No. That's not all.

All that hurt you carry, your miserable childhood,

that God-sized hole in your heart, I can take that all away.

No death.

No pain.

Only beauty, pleasure...

absolute power.

Forever.

This is what you were made for, Ben.

You were made to rule.

Claim what is rightfully yours, your birthright.

I can do whatever I want up here?

Sometimes I'll make you start a war

or release a deadly virus, but otherwise, yes.

The earthly realms will be yours.

So, I can...

I can do good things?

Help people if I wanted?

Ben.

You're not that good.

I know it's comforting to think that you are,

but absolute power will absolutely corrupt you.

So...

are we going to do this nicely, or...

is Daddy gonna have to give you a spanking?

There he is.

The prodigal son returns.

No, there. Faster. There.

There. Right there.

One more eye roll, Morwenna,

and I will make that smug, little face of yours look like a plucked turkey.

Teaching is so rewarding, don't you think?

But, I don't know, sometimes I think maybe I don't have the patience for it.

Maybe it's my adult onset ADHD.

Diva has distractions.

They make you wanna boof an Adderall.

Cordelia.

I'm sorry.

Not one more word, Mallory.

You saved the world.

And perhaps you can teach us to save it again.

Look at me.

Don't you dare apologize for doing what you did.

You did as any true Supreme would have done.

Chere Madame Laveau, perhaps you and I go get a Sazerac down on Royal.

Oh, if only to get the smell of that Captain Morgan out of my nostrils.

Thirteen witches, three Supremes, and a voodoo queen.

If I were the devil, I'd start praying.

I'll drink to that.

Sorry.

I mean, I'm not sorry, but the game is called Sorry,

and for the first time in recorded history,

I beat you bitches at something, so sorry.

And I didn't have to cheat or cast a spell to seize victory.

Who wants to go another round?

This is lame.

Lame, I say.

I mean, look at us, at the height of our powers,

young, beautiful, highly snatched witches

sitting home like fucking old maids.

Oh, Old Maids is also a great game, and I would be open to play...

Shut up, Coco!

Look, what I'm trying to say is, shouldn't we be prepping

to save the world, practicing rad spells to take on Satan himself?

We read for hours until our eyes bled.

Madison.

Sometimes before battle, it is important to stop,

be calm, wait and listen.

Sometimes, that space lets the answer you were looking for come to you.

That's exactly right.

This is so sweet.

This sisterhood. Moments like this makes me wanna cry.

And I would just like to say we killed the world's worst serial killer,

so can I get a "hell yeah"?

Hell yeah.

I'm changing my pronouns to "can't take it anymore"!

Witches, align.

Everyone, prepare yourselves.

Now!

I believe that you're looking for me.