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What the hell happened?

Just...

Second assassination attempt.

I think I got some in my mouth.

God damn it.

This chair's an antique.

What spell did he use?

I don't know.

I think he customized a murder spell and cast it on himself.

Customized?

He changed the magic word.

That's impossible.

It's not impossible, it's just...

It's extremely difficult.

There are several different incantations that could cause this kind of damage.

So much blood.

I hope it's not mine.

Clean yourself up, and send down some disciples.

You need to delay the vote.

You'd love that, wouldn't you?

You're not actually implying what I think you're implying.

A mysterious, secret organization appears out of nowhere,

its leader miraculously captured on the eve of Invocare.

Of all the incompetent things you have ever done, and they are legion,

this is by far the most incompetent.

My incompetence is not in question here.

No, it isn't.

I meant that it will be up to the new Grand Magus to decide your fate.

You can't proceed until you know what you're dealing with!

I couldn't stop Invocare even if I wanted to.

And I don't.

Magus?

Get those three idiots in here now!

You do not have the authority to command disciples anymore.

I am still Temple Magus.

And I am head of the Gnostic Council.

Fine, Bitsy! What do you want to do?

Get those wolves in here now.

But as prisoners.

Gross.

Look, Salvador must have Midnight's hide.

Well, I can't believe Midnight would bond with her.

I don't know if you've noticed, dude, but Midnight is kind of indiscriminate.

We gotta get the hide back.

Get to the temple. Vera wants to see you.

Hey.

Yeah, hi.

We're here to escort you back.

Well, tell her thanks, but we're busy.

You're liars

and werewolves.

And one way or another, you're coming with us.

Do yourselves a favor. Put those away.

Orders are orders.

Would you all just put them back in your pants?

Foley is dead.

Everyone thinks you're responsible.

So Vera's throwing us to the wolves?

The metaphorical ones.

We don't know that.

She doesn't want to.

But her opinion might not matter much longer.

Is Vera okay?

They're going to vote her out,

and once she's gone,

so are you.

The way I see it,

you can wolf your way out of here

and force the Order to send an army after you...

An army of elitist douche nozzles?

Or you could go and face them head on.

And you're going in chained.

Not happening.

He doesn't like you.

I don't like you, either.

So.

Disgusting.

It always gets on the ceiling.

I don't understand why we can't just use magic to clean all of this up.

If we use the wrong cleaning spell and there's a bad reaction,

we might have a bigger mess on our hands.

You're cleaning that up.

From the sounds of things, we won't have to worry about

Vera Stone's opinion for much longer.

Or her pet wolves.

For someone who was all up in her wolf's grill not so long ago,

you've sure seemed to change your tune.

Just 'cause I had feelings for Lilith doesn't mean I like the rest of them.

Hm. For your sake, I hope that's true.

Excuse me?

Well, you sound legit, it's just,

when Vera's gone, you may be called on to prove your loyalty.

After we learned about the attacks on the Order,

which included the capture of one of our disciples...

- That would be him. - Can you be serious for one second?

Not if I can avoid it.

We then tracked down Cameron Foley to a Praxis safe house,

captured him, and brought him here to the temple.

Thank you,

and thank you for your work.

And what special considerations did Vera offer you

in exchange for bringing her a scapegoat?

Foley's not a scapegoat.

Look, you're wasting time.

If you want to know about Foley, find Salvador Grant.

We think she's their true leader.

I thought Cameron Foley was the leader of Praxis.

Yeah, so did we.

But now that he's dead, someone else is the actual leader?

Isn't that a little convenient?

I'd argue that it's actually inconvenient.

And is there anything else we need to know about this new villain?

- I would... - Answer the question.

- I mean... - No.

Uh, she's

also a werewolf?

Oh, man.

This is so sad.

The wolves are just trying to do their jobs,

and we're treating them like they're the bad guys.

Thank you, philosophus.

Please wait until we ask for your testimony.

I mean, come on! What did they do to deserve this kind of treatment?

That will be all, Mr. Brown.

You're wrong to treat them like this.

Get a hold of yourself.

There's so much

anger in the world.

Things would be so much better if we just took a moment to appreciate one another.

What is wrong with you?

Notas argenteas!

I think cleaning up the Ethics professor

earns me the day

off.

They locked us in.

You have no right to put us into quarantine.

Whatever incantation killed Foley

has some kind of chain reaction.

We can't risk it escaping from the temple.

More likely you killed Foley and then Robert yourself.

Robert wasn't killed by an incantation.

We didn't hear any ringing.

What ringing?

Anytime anyone does bad magic,

the Knights hear a ringing.

It's like a magic alarm.

Oh. Yet another convenience.

Your conspiracy theories are starting to bore me.

And your willingness to resort

to fear and lies to achieve your goals is starting to terrify me.

Think this through.

All right? Foley knew exactly what he was doing.

This is how Praxis works. Strategy and deception.

All right? They played us.

I was so desperate to do the right thing, I let it happen.

So you admit it?

This is your fault.

Oh, you want to blame me?

Go ahead,

as long as we can concentrate on trying to stop this.

The temple is cleansed. Again.

Then we can proceed.

She's wrong. This is just the beginning.

Of course she's wrong. She's Kepler.

The problem is proving it

before she strips me of the rest of my authority.

Was there something else?

Alyssa thinks that you kept the Vade Maecum.

She thinks it's the reason her magic is on the fritz.

Miss Drake has made me aware of her theories.

That's not a no.

You know, so far this week, I have sworn an oath I didn't know I swore,

and I've put my thumbprint on a worthless amnesty.

In case you haven't noticed, we have more pressing concerns.

And then I found out that you lied to us again.

You know what I told Alyssa?

That if you did keep it, you didn't do it with malicious intent.

Don't make me regret that.

Noted.

Aperiatur.

Oh, shit.

She deserved that.

Okay then.

The sun rose on the first dawn.

Magic rose with it,

and cleaved itself in four,

creating the elements:

Water, earth, air, and fire.

Fire appeared before the first human.

She said,

"Behold,

I am that which can sustain you.

Worship me, and I will share my magic."

The first human said, "Yes."

His name was Magus.

Vera Stone has been nominated for Grand Magus.

Who here will bestow upon her their light?

Are you fucking kidding me?

She betrayed Edward Coventry.

She inducted the wolves she betrayed him with.

And she destroyed the Vade Maecum.

How can you vote for her?

The way I see it

she saved us from Edward.

She brought the wolves to heel, and now they're our trusted allies.

She also just cut the head off Praxis.

Ian Ziering, put your mask back on

and stop using your celebrity glamour.

Okay, couple things. One, I can't turn this off.

Two, I support Vera Stone for Grand Magus.

She brought power, strength, sophistication to the Order.

She deserves our fealty.

God, how many murder incantations does one secret society need?

Apparently, all of them.

You guys do realize that technically, we're walking murder spells?

Wow, way to take all the fun out of being a werewolf.

Hey, I think I got something.

On the dangers of a ricocheting incantation.

Yeah, but the magic half-life rule still applies,

so whatever killed Foley wouldn't have killed Robert.

It's only going to glow once the vote is unanimous.

I know.

Guys, wait.

I think I found something. Look.

Randall, this is serious. People are dying.

Correction, people who are trying to kill us are dying.

Which is why we have to figure out what's happening before anyone else is affected.

- Yeah. - Or infected.

Wait.

What if we're looking at this wrong?

Maybe it's not a murder incantation.

Maybe it's an enchanted virus.

So what are we talking about here?

Magic Ebola?

Yes! Alexander Hame-ilton for the win!

Please stop.

Okay. Okay.

If I was an uptight,

manipulative liar with impeccable lip liner

where would I hide the most dangerous book in the world?

"Hysterical."

Secreta revelentur.

It's obviously empty.

You.

How was the rest of the party?

- Get laid? - You're with Praxis.

Really? Even with your messy magic?

Nice sleep spell, dum-dum.

You think Foley enchanted a virus?

It explains why it didn't die with Foley or Robert.

The virus is alive, carrying the magic with it.

The sacrifice is the death of the host,

propelling the virus to the next victim.

So how do we stop it?

With this.

An enchanted cure-all.

BT-dubs, you ever think of sharing this?

It's literally a cure-all.

Editorials aside,

this is excellent work.

We should have all these ingredients in stock

except for the St. John's wort.

So much for that.

I stock a bitters made of St. John's wort.

Would that work?

It might.

I'll get it.

You'll mess up my bar.

I don't need a babysitter.

Why do you sound like a baby?

- Why do you look like a baby? - Oh, man.

Look, we can brew the potion, but we can't force anyone to drink it.

I mean, we could, but we shouldn't.

Our first priority's the adepti.

And anyone that came in contact with the blood.

Of course. Brew the potion.

I have to find a way to break the conclave.

God damn it, Ziering.

Everything you have is because of us.

Now quit stalling.

This has gone on long enough.

Councilor, are you trying to dictate my vote?

I am imploring you to do what's best for this Order.

That's funny. I thought that's what I was doing.

- Now what? - Oh, nice.

And you're the one who said no cell phones.

Let's get this over with.

Hey, sleepyhead, come have a glass with me.

Your leader was captured.

It's over.

Foley didn't run Praxis,

and if everything's gone according to plan

he's dead,

along with your beloved Grand Magus.

Thanks, but I don't want anything from you.

We can break bread.

Or bones.

Your choice.

Pull up a seat.

Sit.

That's better.

I don't take drinks from strangers who murder my friends.

Plus, I've seen The Princess Bride.

As you wish.

Mm.

Acheron's cauldron.

You summoned Zecchia.

You robbed the Knights.

How did you know when to strike?

There's only one divination that accurate.

Necromancy.

I dabble.

But right now, I am all about this risotto.

Well, in that case,

don't forget the Parmesan.

Parmesan!

You read my mind.

Really?

Not impressed.

How do we know

- you're not trying to poison us? - Oh, for God's sake.

What? Like I haven't seen The Princess Bride.

William Goldman's a genius.

Mr. Morton, if you would be so kind.

- Those bitters are nice. - Thanks.

The little things make the drink.

Still not taking it.

None of us got any blood yakked on us.

You got blood on you?

Better safe than sorry.

Surprisingly,

not disgusting.

What are you doing? You didn't get any blood on you either.

Why take the risk?

It's like what Vera said when she inducted the wolves.

This Order is my family.

Remember when we inducted Jack after he slayed the golem?

Or that crazy elemental transference?

Fighting the wolves in that abandoned house?

Those memories are better than Christmas for me.

Who is she again?

I've literally never seen her before today.

There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you.

Any of you.

Even these stupid wolves,

you mean the world to me.

Uh, I barely know you.

- She's infected. Stand back. - Loneliness is terminal.

We need to reach out.

We need to bond.

Te repello!

Nicole.

The wolves robbed the Order!

Yeah, and then Praxis robbed us, remember?

It's their fault.

Nicole knew about this and I didn't?

I was trying to cheer her up.

Did you know about this?

Concern yourself with cleaning her up.

I don't think so.

The Grand Magus just gave you an order.

She's not my Magus.

I'm gonna go try not to die.

Magus.

Clean her up.

Did we just get stuck cleaning up Terry?

Yep.

- Not it. - Uh...

I said, "Not it."

Uh, guys?

Holy shit.

Is it alive?

So,

it infects the host, consumes the blood,

and then when it reaches critical mass, it alters our behavioral pattern.

Like a toxoplasma gondii.

Oh, yeah, right, that one. How could I forget?

It's a parasite.

It gets into mice and takes away their fear of cats

so it can get into the cat next.

Maybe that's what's happening here.

The parasite makes the host incredibly needy.

Vulnerable.

They seek comfort, which only seems normal

in a situation like this.

But it's just trying to get close enough to puke blood on you.

Exactly.

Even if the blood vomit misses its target,

then the parasite still has a chance of finding a host.

Basically, it could be in all of us,

and we don't even know it.

So how do we kill it?

Dude,

I don't even know how to get it off my shoe.

You knew those bastards were responsible and you didn't tell anyone?

I wish I hadn't said anything.

Kepler's just looking for an excuse to kill them.

I don't want anyone else's blood on my hands.

- She's starting to sound like Terry. - Hang on.

I'm not infected.

- But you did get Terry's blood on you. - You got Foley's on you.

So did you,

- which makes you infected twice. - This is bullshit.

I'm not going to wait around and let those assholes pick us off.

Hmm. But the virus...

There's no virus.

Who's with me?

Tell me you have good news.

Okay, so we think that it might be a magic blood parasite.

It's ambulatory and appears to be highly aggressive.

So there's a good chance that everybody's already infected.

How is any of this good news?

Okay, so it's not technically good news.

Vera Stone!

How dare you?

Councilor.

Praxis wasn't responsible for the temple thefts.

The wolves were.

Well, can't walk that one back.

This is a boilerplate recipe.

But I add a little something extra.

Human blood.

Mmm.

Kidding.

Fresh shaved truffle.

Yeah, I'm not hungry.

Ohhh.

Come on, you're going to like it.

And if I don't, are you gonna kill me?

Inconceivable.

Once we've liberated magic,

the killing ends.

It's the hoarding that makes practitioners so murderous.

The desire to keep magic for themselves

at any cost.

Yeah, that's...

It's an interesting way to justify all the murders you've committed.

Please. The Sons of Prometheus slaughter any intruder on their land.

The Order's legacy is bathed in blood.

And don't get me started on the Knights of Saint Christopher.

I have yet to encounter a magic society

that doesn't endorse violence as a means to an end.

Present company included.

Praxis isn't a secret society.

You know how you can tell?

It's not a secret.

You can dress it up however you want. People are still dying because of you.

It still bothers you.

That I killed Ellie Taylor?

Of course it does.

I think about it every day.

So.

If you had stuck me with that knife

you'd never forget me?

Probably not.

Well, I'd rather you remembered me for this risotto.

Oh, my God.

It's actually really good.

So,

maybe you can learn something from hanging out with me.

All this time

the culprits have been under our nose,

and you've been protecting them.

Well, I wouldn't really call it "protection."

Look, forget about the robbery. We've got a bigger problem on our hands.

Somehow I doubt that.

Then it's your funeral.

We've heard enough from your pets, Vera.

That will be all.

God damn it, that won't be all.

If you don't listen to me, you'll be dead,

all of you.

It's time to end this farce and install an actual.

Grand Magus.

You all saw that.

A Knight of Saint Christopher,

our sworn enemy

in the reliquary.

You cannot elect Vera Stone.

Well, you still haven't offered us an alternative.

We all know there is only one among us

with the magic knowledge

and strength to lead this Order.

My fellow adepti,

so nice to see you again.

What?

I didn't know they made robes in kids' sizes.

Don't expect me to vote for this necromancer.

Who you calling a necromancer?

If you bathe in the blood of virgins to maintain your youthful glow,

you're a necromancer.

Says the one practitioner

who couldn't use magic to salvage his career.

Really? Well, six Sharknados and counting, Mr. "I'm Famous in Canada."

- Oh, my God! - Really small...

Both of you, be quiet.

You expect me to renounce my support for Vera Stone for him?

Not without any special consideration.

I'm sure the next Grand Magus would be eager

to reward a loyal supporter.

I may consider it.

You stay away from the next ten Comic-Cons, how about that?

Two.

- Eight. - Four.

- Six. - Five.

Five.

Deal.

Adeptus Major Jason Priestley has been nominated for Grand Magus.

Who here will bestow upon him their light?

Nine, ten, eleven...

Guys, it has to be unanimous.

Oh.

Sorry.

Idiot.

I'm sorry, Vera.

I saw Angus and I just

reacted.

I almost died yesterday.

Now it seems like I might die anyway.

Part of me wishes we never got our memories back.

I could just go back to being... happy.

The way you're talking, acolyte, you better vomit blood next.

Step back.

Magus.

Happiness is a fallacy.

Pablum

fed to those afraid to be great.

This next part is gonna hurt.

Jason Priestley?

- And Ian Ziering. - Sopite!

She's going to lose, isn't she?

We don't know that.

We never should have signed that amnesty.

What choice did we have?

OPTION C: "None of the above."

We will never rescue Lilith

without the Order's resources or knowledge.

You think you can live with that?

At least I'd be alive to try.

Sopite!

So, a magical utopia?

That's your plan?

I don't believe in utopias.

Equal access for all.

No more hierarchies.

Make your own rules.

Oops.

Magic

can never be equal.

It's too complicated.

People are either too lazy

or greedy.

What if I told you

that there's an incantation that could make magic accessible to everyone?

A spell that did away with all of your rituals,

all of your bullshit sacrifices?

All the stuff put in place to make it hard for you?

But the sacrifices are the most important part of our training.

That's a scam to keep you under their control.

You don't need their rules.

You don't need them.

Do you think the ice queen eats ice cream?

Hm. She's an actual person.

Quidquid requiritur, fiat.

What was that?

Clever.

But you can't outrun magic.

I'll destroy it. I swear I will.

Sure, whatever, go for it.

I am finally impressed.

You've got to join me.

Come on. Be my Huckleberry.

- Be your what? - You see?

We have so much we can teach each other.

I'll teach you about westerns, you'll teach me...

How not to murder?

A smart person told me once,

when you know what's right for you,

you have to push through and do it

even if you end up breaking a few hearts,

including your own.

I'm not leaving without this book.

Go to town.

It doesn't have the spell I'm looking for anyway.

I could take it straight to Vera.

That's your choice.

And that's all I want for anyone.

Make your own decisions, live your life.

When you figure out what you want, call me.

My card's in your pocket.

Stupid metaphor.

I dreamt that Jason Priestley was Grand Magus.

Sounds more like a nightmare.

Couldn't be worse than that 90210 reboot.

Will you all shut up and let me die in peace?

No one's dying.

Not today.

Except we don't know how to kill those magic parasites.

Okay.

Let's go through what we do know.

Yes. Let's do that.

Let's spend our last minutes alive talking about homicidal bugs.

Okay.

Foley said a magic word and then exploded magic parasites

all over Robert,

and then Robert spewed blood all over the antechamber,

and it crawled onto Terry.

I was being sarcastic.

So what magic spell instantly turns your blood

into a murderous magic parasite?

I don't memorize murder spells.

This has to be racial profiling or something.

And there's no such spell.

Foley blew up.

Robert and Terry both vomited.

If it was decaying magic,

Terry should have done something different,

but she and Robert both died the exact same way.

You said Foley changed the magic word, right?

Who's to say he didn't change two magic words?

Two different incantations at the same time.

One incantation to transform the blood,

the second incantation to blow it all over the room?

How can you transform your own blood into a parasite?

You can't.

There's no spell that transforms your blood into a magical creature.

But

there is a creature that mimics blood.

Open his stomach.

You're looking for something small, about this big, with a hard shell.

Homunculi Sanguis.

We need to get out of here.

Nicole?

We're not supposed to talk to you.

I know you're mad at us,

and maybe even at Lilith for all these lies,

and we probably deserve that.

"Probably"?

Okay, yeah, we do.

Look,

I get that you're scared of screwing up.

I don't know what happened at your last chapter, but

if you don't let us out,

everyone will die,

and there will be no one left to save Lilith.

They lied about the virus.

We can't trust them.

Maybe she deserves that.

Maybe I hate her.

Miss Birch...

I know what happened at your last temple.

It wasn't a mistake.

You showed compassion.

Don't let anyone convince you that kindness is a failure.

It doesn't seem like a virtue around here.

So help me change that.

Members like you prove

that having a conscience and being in the Order are not mutually exclusive.

This doesn't mean I forgive you.

It means you're going to.

Dude, come on!

Yeah.

Get to work on that potion.

To the new Grand Magus.

Thank you. Thank you.

I need everyone to take a big step away from each other.

You have no authority here, Vera.

Okay.

Foley swallowed an Egyptian homunculus beetle.

Right now,

your blood is being replaced by a sentient creature.

We are brewing the potion as we speak.

All you have to do is take it.

Do you hear that, everyone?

We are creating life.

Soon, we will all get to experience

the biological imperative.

Infected.

Oh, surprise, surprise.

It's a trick.

Protect the Grand Magus.

For fuck's sake, Kepler!

Come on, you won!

I have nothing to gain. Just take the stupid potion.

Save your lives!

But if I take the potion,

the homunculi will die, and I...

- I always... - Oh, hell, no!

Wanted to

get to... joy of...

This changes nothing.

You're not fit to lead this organization.

That's fine.

This isn't the kind of organization I want to lead anyway.

The Order has faced great challenges lately,

and we have met them with fear, paranoia, and hostility.

Meanwhile, three outsiders, people we consider our enemy,

did more for the Order today than any other member.

That's the kind of Order I'd rather lead,

instead of this paranormal yacht club.

Words.

Nice words,

but just words.

Miss Drake, I'll get to you in a moment.

There's nothing wrong with my magic.

You were in my house?

You know, I really thought that you'd be a different leader.

A better one.

But you're just like all the rest.

Uh... I cannot believe...

- Don't start with me. - How wrong I was about you.

To have the Vade Maecum this whole time and not say a word?

Well, that is truly the sign of a great leader.

There it is, Vera.

It's all yours.

But the cost

is my loyalty.

Miss Drake, you really need to learn the concept of timing.

That's what I thought.

You have my full support...

Grand Magus.

I should have known she'd send you.

Actually, she didn't.

And I wouldn't do it,

even if she wanted me to.

Look, Vera said if I could convince you to come back and talk to her,

- she would explain everything. - She already had her chance.

The Order's changing, Alyssa.

It's becoming the thing you said it was, the thing I hoped it would be.

I used to be exactly where you are

with the Order

with Edward.

I thought for sure

good would prevail.

But I can't believe the Order will serve anyone but themselves.

No, we can fix it, from the inside.

Together.

No.

You know, I was under a terrific amount of pressure back there.

Wasn't until that werewolf showed up that...

Well...

That's what sunk ya.

Ian, I know my candidacy was only viable for as long as it was

because of your support,

and this spell

is my way of thanking you.

Greater riches and fame

will be yours.

For a few hours.

Oh, no, acolyte, I modified the spell so it will last a lifetime.

Riches?

Fame forever?

Lay it on me.

What is this?

Oculi veteres. Forma nova aeternum.

You may remove the hood.

Fuuuuck!

Your name is Alyssa Drake.

You go to Belgrave University.

Forget the Order.

Forget the Knights.

Forget Jack Morton.

Hey. Hey.

You okay?

Come on.

I think you must have had low blood sugar or something.

Do we have

class together?

I wish.

I would've remembered you.

This looks all in order.

We, uh, removed the dress code.

Now, then.

Your first assignment.

Rescuing Lilith.

Yes, Mr. Carpio, all in good time.

Unfortunately, the grimoire detailing any possible rescue is still missing.

So.

Until we find it,

I have your first task.

The original Knights of the Blue Rose

guarded the Vade Maecum for their Grand Magus.

They saw how it twisted him,

how it perverted his ambitions, and they took it away from him.

They tried to destroy it,

but it will do anything to stay in existence.

I have already had a taste of its lure,

and I cannot

allow it to tempt me any further. So,

for your first official duty

please

tear apart this book.

And for the love of God

never tell me where you hide it.

Thank you, Grand Magus.

On three.

One, two, three.

Magus.

Find Alyssa.

Now.

Can I keep this risotto recipe?

You were right.

About everything?

Ninety percent.

Mmm. Even necromancy has some gray areas.

Yeah, I guess it keeps things interesting.

Thanks for protecting my memories.

I told you you'd like my risotto.

You ready to do this?

Yeah, I'm ready.

As for this...

That's yours, remember?

I want us to share it.

Alyssa Drake!

You and I are going to stir shit up.

Suits me.

You know the Vade Maecum can't burn, right?

I know.

You didn't.

Didn't I?

You okay?

Fine.