Rated PG-13 for witchcraft and violence.
Warning: There is one bad word in this part, but it's not used as a swear word but as a description.
Elizabeth, the Monkees, Darlene and Margaret appeared in the upstairs bedroom that Micky and Mike shared. Mike's clothes were instantly changed into pajamas and despite his protests, his friends gently but firmly put him to bed.
"Can I have some water?" Mike asked weakly.
"Orange juice will be better for you." Elizabeth said, making a full glass of the liquid appear in her hand. She gave the glass to Mike who downed it one gulp.
"Is he going to be alright?" Darlene asked, taking the glass away.
The angel nodded. "He lost almost three pints of blood, but yes, he going to be fine." She replied, brushing the hair away from Mike's forehead. He took Elizabeth's hand and kissed it, then fell asleep. Everyone quietly moved away. The angel then gently took the spell book from Peter's hands.
"What are you going to do with them?" Peter asked.
"They'll be disposed of later." Elizabeth said, snapping her fingers. A large white box with a gold cross on the lid appeared. The angel place the evil items in the box and shut the lid. It glowed white and a gold chain appeared around the box, thus making sure the items inside would stay there.
"Now let's look at that arm, Micky." She said.
"No, I'm ok, sweetheart." Micky said, then suddenly found himself shirtless. The angel looked at the large bruise forming on his shoulder.
"Nothing broken." Elizabeth said. She waved her hand over the bruise and it disappeared.
"Thank you." Micky smiled, giving Elizabeth a kiss. "You look tired."
"I am, but I had you and everyone else giving me strength." The angel replied.
"Elizabeth, why did we have to leave in a hurry?" Davy asked.
"Yeah, I wanted to see what you would do to Keith." Margaret put in.
Elizabeth tilted her head as a roll of thunder sounded in the distance. "Let's just say I didn't want us to be around when there's hell to pay." She said.
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As soon as Elizabeth and the others had left the chamber, her holy powers around Synthea's bonds disappeared. Only then was the witch able to free herself. Roughly pulling off her gag, she sat up on the table just as part of the chamber floor collapsed into a hole. Fire and smoke poured out followed by thirteen very large demons. They were covered in pitch-black fur and had cruel red eyes. In their hands were long jagged swords, though they were hardly needed; each demon had long, sharp claws capable of slicing through steel.
These hideous beasts were known as Force 666, Satan's personal bodyguards. They had been with him since his fall and they were totally loyal to him and they were feared by all in the underworld. Terrified, Synthea jumped off the table and hid behind Jynger's bier.
After the demons surrounded the hole, Satan once again appeared, floating up from his domain. He was now wearing a black suit and cape, and of course carrying his skull-topped walking stick.
Setting down on the floor, he looked around at all the damage.
"Seems I'm a bit too late." He remarked, then snapped his fingers.
"Sophia Embers, Alice Robertson come here!" He shouted.
Two puffs of smoke revealed two trembling witches. They immediately got down on their knees.
"Ah, here's fading Embers and Robertson the wretch." Satan mocked.
"Yes, master?" Sophia and Alice gulped.
"What do you have to say for your actions, you cowards?" Satan shouted at them.
"We were afraid Lord." Sophia answered, "That angel..."
"We felt such pain from her." Alice put in, "We could not fight such power."
"I see." Satan replied, rubbing his chin. "So you chose to run instead of fighting the enemy."
Sophia and Alice looked at each other, then down at the floor, saying nothing.
"Nothing to say?" Satan asked, coming closer, "Very well. You two will not be able to speak for six months and have your bodies racked with unexplainable pains...someday they'll give it a fancy name like Fibriomylagia."
Instantly the two witches were struck mute. They tried to speak, but no words would come. Then, their bodies began to ache all over.
"Perhaps after six months, maybe you'll know what pain is." Satan said, "Now get out of here."
The two witches disappeared, their faces racked with pain.
"Julia Fittsimmons, come here!" Satan shouted again.
An instant later, Julia appeared, and quickly got down on her knees.
"Ah Fittsimmons, my little author, what do you have to say for yourself?" Satan asked fiercely. "Why did you not help fight that angel and those wretched mortals?"
"My master..." Julia stuttered.
"Speak up!" Satan roared.
"I am carrying Nesmith's child and I didn't want to risk injury master." Julia said in a rush. "I did not want to risk injury to my child."
Satan took a step back and his eyes bored into Julia. The witch felt like her soul was being examined under a microscope. Finally, Satan smiled and he began to laugh.
"Oh this is so wonderful!" He said, "I may not be able to convert Nesmith, but I will now have his child to call my own!" He walked over and helped Julia to stand.
"On your way my dear." He said, "And take good care of your baby. It's very special."
"I will, master." Julia said, still frightened. She disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Just then, Estelle and Magnolia appeared in the room, ready to fight. Magnolia had her two Sais at the ready. But when they saw the demons, Estelle wet herself again and Magnolia dropped her weapons in shock.
"Oh, how nice of you two to finally make it!" Satan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Did you both enjoy your beauty sleeps?"
"Where are they, master?" Magnolia asked, looking around.
"Oh, they rescued their friend and disappeared." Satan said breezily.
"They're gone?" Estelle asked.
"Yes, you old battleaxe!" Satan shouted. "They're gone and you're going…to be incontinent for yet another hundred earth years on top of the one hundred you have now!"
"Please no..." Estelle begged, hopping up and down on one foot, her bladder suddenly getting full.
"Get out of here!" Satan snapped.
Estelle disappeared and the prince of evil turned to Magnolia.
"So you like to play ninja, do you?" He asked. "Like to dress in black and look tough, hmm?"
"Please, master..." Magnolia begged, backing away from Satan until she bumped into one of the demons.
"Enon, take this stupid little girl to the nearest S and M dungeon and make sure she can't sit down for two weeks this time."
"No, master! Please!" Magnolia screamed, but the demon behind her changed into a large human male wearing black leather. He then roughly grabbed the witch by her hair and they disappeared.
"Let's see, who's next?" Satan wondered. "Oh yes. Gwen Hartworm, front and center!" He called.
Gwen appeared in the correct place this time, right in front of her dark master. Since she had left Gwen had put on a modest blue dress. She immediately got down on her knees.
"Yes, sir?" She squeaked.
"So you're Synthea's feeble-minded assistant, hmm?" Satan asked.
"Yes, master." Gwen affirmed.
"Despite your stupidity, you showed a bit more initiative than your coven sisters in trying to get my spell book back." Satan said. "So I think a small reward is due you."
"Thank you, master." Gwen said in a small voice.
Satan looked over to where Synthea was still hiding.
"I know you're there, Sindy." Satan smiling, "Come here!"
Synthea got up and on trembling legs walked over to her master and fell to her knees next to Gwen.
"What do you have to say for yourself, you self-righteous idiot?" Satan asked her.
"It wasn't my fault!" Synthea exclaimed, "Blame Keith, he didn't check the blood types! Punish him!"
"Oh I will, I certainly will." Satan assured her, "But he's got other problems at the moment, so I'll just deal with you now."
"Please have mercy, master!" Synthea begged, grabbing the edge of his cape.
"My dear Sindy." Satan said, ripping the cape away from her, "You've done nothing but act stupid in your time as a witch queen. Therefore, I'm going to switch intelligences with your assistant here. Instead of being a queen of witches, you will now be the Queen of Stupid."
Satan waved his hands and a change came over both witches. Gwen no longer had a dumb look on her face, but one of slightly more intelligence. Synthea however, looked around her dumbly.
"Arise, Synthea, the queen of stupid!" Satan laughed.
"Queen of stupid?" Synthea asked in a childish voice, "Is Stupid a country?"
"Oh yes it is!" Satan said in a condescending tone of voice. "Gwen here is going to take you to your palace!"
"Oh boy, that's groovy!" Synthea said happily.
"Where do you want me to take her, master?" Gwen asked, her voice no longer squeaky.
"The most wretched, vile insane asylum you can find, Gwen." Satan replied, "Since her sister Alice is having her own problems right now, you will take care of her. Make sure she's never allowed to leave unless I give permission."
"As you wish, master." Gwen said, beginning to rise.
"I didn't give you permission to rise, Gwen." Satan snapped, pushing her back down with his walking stick. "After you've deposited her Majesty in the asylum, you'll go to my domain for awhile."
"Down there?" Gwen asked, totally shocked, "Why?"
"I need someone to clean up after my demons, that's why." Satan replied, "They do make the most vile messes as they torment the souls in my sea of fire."
"But..."
"I don't feel like discussing it, now go!" Satan shouted.
Gwen took Synthea by the hand and the two disappeared.
Satan then walked over to Jynger's bier and looked at her body. With Synthea's stasis spell off, Jynger's body was already turning a mottled gray.
"Decaying already." Satan said, shaking his head, "Perhaps I could use her as a zombie...no never mind, let her rot." He then went over to the gramophone with Jynger's soul on the turntable.
"So sorry Jynger dear," Satan said with a shrug, "Your sister seems to be as dumb as you were. It looks like it's back downstairs with you."
Jynger's face was one of terrible despair and agony. Satan beckoned another demon over to him.
"Shedim, take this phonograph back to my quarters and turn it on again."
The demon bowed, picked up the phonograph and jumped back down into the hole.
Satan motioned for the other eleven demons to gather around him.
"I think I'm all done here, but before we go back, there is one more place I need to visit."
With that, Satan and the demons disappeared in a storm of smoke and fire.
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Meanwhile, the LAPD 12th precinct had a surprise guest. There was a puff of white smoke and Keith Locksley found himself in the police car parking lot sitting on the ground next to a car. He was still wearing his purple wizard's robe.
Shaking his head to clear it, he quickly realized where he was and that his hand was being held above his head. Keith tried to pull his hand down, but saw it was handcuffed to the door handle of the police car next to him!
Climbing to his feet, Keith tried to free his hand. He pulled on it, tried to zap it off, but the cuffs stayed stubbornly attached to his wrist and door handle. The wizard tried to disappear, car and all, but to no avail.
Swearing mightily, Keith was still trying to get free when Officer John O'Brien saw him as he walked out the precinct door. Officer O'Brien calmly walked over to the struggling wizard.
"Looks like someone gave me an early Christmas present! Keith Locksley," O'Brien said, "You're wanted on several drug charges. Boy, it looks like you've had a bad time." He said, taking in Keith's injured face, "Where'd you get that outfit?" He asked, amused.
"You've got nothing on me, cop!" Keith snarled, still trying to free himself. "You better let me go!"
"Why? We have a nice comfy jail cell waiting with your name on it!" The officer replied, all smiles.
The policeman had no trouble unlocking the cuff from the door handle and with one practiced move, pulled Keith's other wrist behind his back and snapped the open cuff onto it
"Keith Locksley, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent..." O'Brien began as he led the wizard toward the precinct, who was by now screaming for a lawyer.
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Back at the pad, everyone was very tired. They had a lot of questions about what happened, but Elizabeth promised to answer them all in the morning. Suddenly, Darlene stifled a scream.
"What's the matter?" Peter asked.
Darlene pointed outside the bedroom window. Staring back at them was one of Satan's demons. It gave the group a horrible leer and then flew off.
"Stay here, I'll take care of it." Elizabeth ordered.
"No, wait Elizabeth!" Micky shouted, but the angel was gone.
Micky began to run out of the room. He made it as far as the landing to the stairs when Peter and Davy grabbed him.
"Stop Micky!" Davy shouted, "Elizabeth will handle that demon. It's only one."
"No, it's more than that!" Micky shouted back, "Let me go!"
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Elizabeth appeared in full angel mode in front of the demon, who was floating high above the pad.
"What are you doing here, beast?" She demanded.
"What I want my dear," Satan said from behind her, "Is to destroy you."
The angel spun around to confront the evil being. Just then, two demons appeared on either side of her, grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back. Elizabeth struggled, but couldn't break the grip of the two super demons. The other members of Force 666 then appeared and floated in a circle around them.
"So we meet again, Elizabeth." Satan told her, "Did you really think you could escape my wrath?"
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