A week later, Elizabeth, wearing a white sundress, was slowly walking down the beach toward the pad. She was reading a letter from Margaret, still staying at the St. Michael monastery where she had sequestered herself after her encounter with Synthea. The angel was concentrating so much on the letter, that she didn't sense the man walking toward her until he spoke.
"Is that a love letter from Micky, Elizabeth?" The man asked.
Elizabeth gasped and turned to see Satan, in the human guise of Mr. Zero. He was wearing a black one-piece, old-fashioned bathing suit. For once, he wasn't carrying his walking stick with a human skull on top.
"What do you want with me, evil one?" Elizabeth demanded, making the letter disappear.
"I've come to make you an offer." The prince of darkness replied.
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Micky and the other Monkees were rehearsing at the pad. Darlene was sitting on the couch listening to them. Everything sounded fine, though Mike didn't seem to be concentrating at times. Suddenly, Micky stopped drumming, which was instantly noticed by everyone else.
"What's wrong, Micky?" Peter asked, who also stopped playing.
"Elizabeth...something's wrong." Micky said.
With that, Micky jumped up from his drum kit, threw down his drumsticks and ran out the back door to the beach. The other three Monkees quickly shed their instruments and followed him, along with Darlene.
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Meanwhile, Elizabeth stared down the prince of darkness.
"Save your breath." The angel said contemptuously," You have nothing I want."
"I can give you Micky." Satan said smoothly.
"Micky isn't yours to give!" The angel shouted at him, then turned and walked away.
"Perhaps," Satan admitted, "But if you were to work for me...I'd let you marry your curly-haired boy."
Elizabeth stopped dead in her tracks and looked down at the sand. Satan walked over and stood in front of the angel.
"Ahh...that got you, didn't it? I know you two love each other." He said softly, "But while you work for him, you two can't marry or even...how shall I say this? Consummate your love for each other, can you?" Satan smiled evilly. "You've always wanted a family." The prince of darkness continued, "Even in your mortal life as a madam you wanted, deep down, to settle down, to be with one man for the rest of your life, didn't you?"
The angel still said nothing, and just shut her eyes. Satan whispered in her ear.
"Come on, Elizabeth." He said, "I can make you happy."
"Yes, that's true." Elizabeth said finally, "But the price you want is too high. Micky and I do love each very much, but I would rather walk the earth alone than involve him or anyone else in any of your evil plans." She pushed Satan to the side and walked past him. "Get behind me Satan and leave me alone."
"How dare you, you foolish little..." Satan began, but didn't get to finish his sentence as he was knocked to the ground by flying Monkees. He growled and shoved them away. "You mortals try my patience!" Satan thundered as he stood up.
"We'll do more than that if you don't leave her alone!" Micky shouted, and for a brief instant his eyes flashed white.
"Very well." Satan said, trying to hide his uneasiness. He looked at Elizabeth again, "My offer will stand for eternity, Elizabeth. Think about it!" He then vanished in a puff of black smoke.
"Sweetheart are you okay, did he hurt you?" Micky asked, taking Elizabeth in his arms.
"What offer was he talking about, Elizabeth?" Davy wanted to know.
The angel didn't say anything, but began to cry.
"No, he didn't hurt me, Micky." She cried, "But he said...he said if I became one of his servants we'd be able to marry." The angel began to sob.
"He knows how much you two love each other and tried to use that to tempt you?" Mike asked incredulously.
"That piece of filth." Micky growled. "I love you so much, that I'd rather spend my life alone, than have you work for that jackass."
"That's what I said too, Micky." Elizabeth smiled, "I love you so much, I'd rather be alone in the world than have you or anyone else involved with him."
"Like I told you before, honey." Micky said, "We'll work something out. The Lord loves and takes care of us."
"Amen." The others replied.
Micky and Elizabeth stood holding each other for a long time. The angel wiped her eyes and then began to walk back to the pad, followed by the others. When they got inside, Micky sat Elizabeth down on the couch.
"I've been working on a song, and I think you'll like it, dear." He said, climbing behind his drum kit while the others took their positions too. Micky then burst into song;
Hober reber hober soben hoben sebo snack.
Heber raban hober sober what did you expect?
No time! No time for you! No time, no time at all
I got no time, Satan, got lotsa better things to do!
No time, no time at all!
Running from the rising heat to find a place to hide,
The grass is always greener growing on the other side, no time!
No time, no time at all!
Satan, you're a cretin, you don't seem to make no sense!
Never mind the furthermore, the plea is self-defense! No Time!
Everyone got up and was singing and dancing, when a banging was heard on the front door.
"Oh no, it's Babbitt." Micky groaned.
Elizabeth appeared at the door and let the landlord in.
"Is something wrong, Mr. Babbitt? The angel asked.
"Yeah, you and your friends are making too much noise!" Babbitt exclaimed. "Keep it up and I'll have you all thrown out into the street!"
"We'll be quiet, Mr. Babbitt." Davy said.
The landlord leaned closer to Elizabeth.
"You can do better than hanging around with those long-haired weirdoes, miss." He said.
Elizabeth gave the landlord a look that made him shudder. He cleared his throat and quickly left the pad. The angel quietly shut the door.
"Elizabeth, I know this doesn't sound very Christian, but can't you zap Babbitt somewhere, like China?" Micky asked.
"Believe me Micky, I'm tempted." The angel said dryly, walking back to the group. She made the letter from Margaret reappear in her hand.
"I got a letter from Margaret this morning." She said.
"What did she have to say?" Micky asked.
"That she's doing well and she's learning more and more about the Catholic faith everyday." The angel replied, "She also said something about trying to help out the order. I don't know what she means by that."
"She probably means she's going to work for them, you know, help out with the cleaning or such." Davy replied.
"I guess so." Elizabeth replied, not sounding too sure.
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The next day, the Monkees and Darlene were finishing up their bible lesson with Millie. Elizabeth was invisible to everyone and was watching from the ceiling.
"You five are doing very well." Millie beamed as she stood up, "I'll be back tomorrow. Now remember to study the story of Jesus and the ten lepers."
"We will, Millie." Mike said.
"Mikey, are you okay?" Millie asked concerned, "You look a little tired. Usually you're full of questions."
"I'm fine, Millie." Mike replied, escorting her to the door. "I just need to take a nap."
"Okay." Millie said as she exited the pad, "Go and get some sleep then."
"I will, Millie." Mike smiled. "Goodbye and thank you."
"Goodbye." Millie said to everyone.
"Bye, Millie!" The others replied, and then Mike shut the door.
"If it was only that easy." Mike said to no one in particular.
"What, Mike?" Peter asked.
Just then, they heard the mailman putting mail in their box. Davy got the mail, passed it out and then took a letter and went into his bedroom to read it.
Not long afterwards, letter in hand, Davy came solemnly over to the couch in the living room and sat down. It didn't take Elizabeth's powers to see something was wrong. She turned visible and floated to the ground. "Bad news from home?" The angel asked gently.
"Yes and no." Davy replied with a sigh, "My grandfather and my sisters are all fine..."
"So what's wrong?" Peter asked.
"Remember in the public library a few months ago I said Estelle looked familiar?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, we do." Darlene said.
"Well, I asked my grandfather about her, said I met someone that looked like an old family member and gave him a description. "Davy went on. "He sent me this photo." Davy held up an old photo with creases. The others looked at the photo.
"That's Estelle!" Mike exclaimed. It was a picture of Estelle, wearing 1930's clothing.
"No, that's a photo of my great-aunt Ora Jones." Davy replied. "She died in a horrible train accident almost thirty years ago."
"Let me guess," Elizabeth said, "Her body was never found."
Davy nodded his head, "That's right, there was a horrible fire when her train rammed another from behind at a station, but only her charred luggage was found." He put his head in his hands, "Just lovely. I have a witch in my family."
"It doesn't mean anything's wrong with you though, Davy." Elizabeth said.
"I know, but it's such a shock." Davy replied, but privately wondered if this would hurt his chances of maybe becoming a priest later on.
"Not to trivialize your problem, Davy, but we have a gig to play tonight." Micky said, looking at his watch.
"Which club is it tonight?" Darlene asked.
"Peter replied, "It's called the Red Velvet. It used to be the old Potion Club."
"Is that place okay?" Darlene asked. The Potion Club was formerly owned by Keith Locksley, a wizard, who ran the club as a front for a drug den.
"I checked it out." Elizabeth answered, "The new owner is on the level."
"Oh good!" Peter exclaimed, "Maybe we'll meet some nice people this time."
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