6

In the morning, Julie immediately started packing. "Pack" is even too calmly said.

Realizing that no one could see her emotions now, Julie threw her scattered things into her bag, still trying to hold back tears.

Logan woke up.

— We're leaving, right?—he asked.

— Yes. Wake Jack and Clarissa up, and I'll get some fresh air...—

Julie jumped out the door, took a cigarette out of the pack and struck a lighter.

The igniter painted with runes misfired after misfire.

In a rage, Julie threw the lighter on the asphalt and began to cry.

— Honey...—Logan looked out.— I noticed since yesterday that something is wrong with you. What did this Clarissa tell you?—

— You... Logan, your journey ends. You're going to die soon.— Julianna Morales has never felt such bitter pain.—Logan, we've only been together for a few years...—Julie cried.— It shouldn't end like this...—

Three women were on their way to the motel.

— Back to the room, Logan!—Julie ordered.

— I can help you!—Logan froze on the threshold.

— Yes... If you want to help, call Clarissa and stay in the room. Don't come out!

Julie had her back to the door when Logan walked in.

Clarissa knocked on the door.

—Clary, is that you?—Julie asked.

— One more stupid question and the door will fly out!—Clarissa told her.

Two witches-born and converted-blocked the door of the motel room.

— Clarissa Fallen...— the voice of one of the witches sounded very muffled and seemed to break in two.— Why are you defending the outcast? We were looking for you exactly...—

— Julie, step away...—Clarissa said in a whisper.

— What will change from this? Hell awaits us all anyway.—Julie pulled out her wand.

— It seems to you that the last meeting was not enough for you?—The second witch asked.

— On the count of three!—Clary whispered.

Their magic, bright red, crashed into the mipulse of the dirty green magic of the three witches.

— You attacked first and that means you're as rotten as she is!—The first witch's face turned black.

The third jumped forward so quickly that Clary didn't have time to notice her.

A sharp swing of a long-bladed spear and Clarissa Fallen grabs her stomach and feels blood on her fingers.

A moan of pain mixed with tears of hopelessness escapes Clarissa Fallen.

Julie releases a shower of purple sparks from her fingers. Noticing that a fellow witch was losing consciousness, she rushed to her.

— Clarissa!—

Fallen waved it away:

— I'm fine!—

Clary broke several windows and magically directed the shards at the witches.

Jack Cassidy looked out the window and realized that it was bad.

— Logan, stay here!—Cassidy ordered and ran outside.

The angel's seal illuminated the area with a bright glow.

Clarissa managed to cover herself and Julie with a blanket from a rocking chair so that this glow would not burn them.

Jack Cassidy slid down the wall, breathing heavily.

The man felt his consciousness go somewhere very far away ...

***

Clarissa screamed in fright when she saw that the longest spear sticking out of Jack's stomach.

— Help me get him into the room and then leave!—Clary said.

—Clarissa, are you sure we should split up after this?—Julie asked.— As much as I don't like your company, but now I think that we can't separate in any way... And we need to look for people like us...—

***

Jack woke up from the vile stench of ammonia.

— Rise and shine, my sweet son of a bitch!—Clarissa smiled.— While you were sleeping, we managed to give birth to a plan. —

— A plan? What's the plan?—Cassidy asked, rubbing his aching head.

— We need to find as many witches as possible who have not joined the coven. This will increase our strength!—Clary opened a bottle of absinthe.— And I need to refuel...—

— Can I?—Julie asked.

— No, I don't advise it. It's too intense stuff, your brain may not be able to stand it...—

***

Clarissa was drawing a teleportation seal on the floor.

— And where are we going?—Julie asked.

— Not we are, only me.—Clary circled the seal in an uneven circle.— In the meantime, study the map until it is imprinted in your eyes...—

The teleportation flash left a tingling sensation on the skin.

Clary looked up at the supernatural psychiatric hospital.

Eterna Tartarus hung here on a tiny piece between dimensions and looked like a monument to the end of the world.

— What is fate trying to insinuate to me?—Clarissa said to herself, looking at the huge doors.

Huge doors open.

Clarissa went inside, feeling the anger that she had to come here all the time boiling in her head.

The words of the song "I live every day like the end of the world." were spinning in my head

— The end of the world is still ahead...—a voice answered her thoughts.

Clary went to the very end of the corridor. Her path has always been the same...

— Oh, so this is my dear wife!—Brooklyn smiled.—What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into this time, dear?—

— Brooklyn, I'm tired of you with your idiotic idiotic jokes! Witches are gathering. What should we do? And how to find all the others who refused to join the coven?—Clary asked.

— Coven... The coven... Give me your hairpin. I have nothing to draw with...—

After thinking about it, Clarissa took a hairpin out of her hair and slipped it into the slot where the food trays were placed.

Brooklyn tightened his grip on the hairpin in his hand and began furiously scratching the glass with it.

Clarissa winced as if she had a toothache.

The scratches formed a grid like blood vessels or some kind of map.

— And finally...— Brooklyn pricked his finger and left ten drops of blood in different places.— And I do not know how by hook or by crook you will remember it...—

Clarissa pulled out her phone.

— I have a camera here, the twenty-first century is overboard.— the camera clicked.

Brooklyn couldn't stand it and smiled. It wasn't his usual crazy smile. That smile was warm and encouraging.

— Bye...—For some reason, Clarissa suddenly blurted out.

Fallen really wanted to turn around when she left, but decided that it was better not to give vent to emotions...

Brooklyn kissed the glass, watching Clarissa leave.

***

— Jack, is there a printer here?—Clary asked as she entered the motel room.

— I had it in my car. Bring it?—Cassidy asked.—And... why do you need a printer?—

— You'll see, Jack, you'll see!— dumping the contents of the bag on the bed, Clary began to look for a USB cable.

The printer that Jack Cassidy bought not so long ago with the money he won at cards was modern and therefore easy to bring.

Turning on the printer to the network, Clarissa clicked on the smartphone "print image."

The printer began to buzz.

— What did Brooke tell you, that you've become darker than a cloud?—Jack asked Clarissa.

— I don't talk to Brooklyn except on business.—Clary said, looking at the printed sheet.— let's compare it with a map...—

— Okay. Let's compare it with a map...—Jack sighed.

***

After looking at the map for a long time, Clarissa again felt a growing anger. For some reason, it began to seem to her that Brooke was deceiving her again.

Clarissa Fallen went into the bathroom and climbed into the shower, throwing her clothes on the floor.

The cold water was hitting the scar on the girl's body, it even hurt.

She remembered so many things from the past that she even felt bad.

Clary's hair stirred. Black strands began to rise like snakes.

— Michael? Don't you dare come in here! Even if you can't see it, I'm a woman!—Clarissa sat down on the floor of the shower stall.

— Believe me, I'm not at all drawn to stare at naked pieces of human flesh, I just came to check if you are coping with the mission assigned to you?—a voice came from behind the curtain.

— Get out of the bathroom at all! Can't I be alone with you anywhere?—Clary screamed at the last word.

The Archangel stepped back.

Clarissa heard his footsteps and the sound of the door closing.

***

— Well, what did you want?—Clary asked, coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe.

—Just watching, I told you.— Mikhail sat down on the bed.—And Jack's wound needs to be examined.—

— I'm fine, I'm fine...—Cassidy took the towel from Clary and wiped his face.

— That's what you think...—Michael objected.

He tore Jack's shirt and examined the wound.

— Yes, I came on time...— the archangel pressed his fingers on the wound, instead of blood, first black droplets flowed from there, then bright light and the wound began to heal.

—Either you or Clary... I get the feeling that I'm useless at all...—Cassidy sighed.

— Do you think it's better to bleed?—Logan retorted, walking behind the archangel.

— I would offer to exchange if an exchange was allowed.—Jack rubbed the place of the healing wound.— And then they keep darning and darning, like a doll...—

— So, what have you decided to do?—The archangel interrupted him.

— We decided to collect all the witches that can be found on this map.—Clarissa pointed out.

When she touched her finger to the point set on the glass by Brooklyn, a breeze rose behind her.

— What the...—Clarissa froze.— Damn it! Is that what the two of us were thinking, Jack?—

— Portal... And we, stupid people, only spent time here and sat on a cheap bed!—Jack jumped up and began to pack his things into a bag.—We collect everything, look at it several times so as not to forget! And then, Clary, you will open the portal again, but not here, but on the street!—

Clarissa touched the dot on the sheet again. The portal disappeared.

Unable to stand it, the witch smiled.

***

Now being in the car was more uncomfortable and, if Michael hadn't disappeared, there would have been no turning around at all.

Jack and Clary in the front, Logan and Julie in the back, and on top of that, a terrible pile of bags.

— Yeeah... The start will not be easy...—Jack turned the ignition key.

The engine resisted a little, but still started up.

— Come on, Clary!—Jack commanded.

Clarissa Fallen pressed the red dot with her finger.

As before, the wind blew and the portal began to open.

— For the first time I will be able to say: how good it is that we have Brooke!—Jack sighed.

Clarissa felt herself beginning to smile again. And that fleeting glance at Brooklyn...

Why did she remember his smile so well?

***

— I know this place!—Clarissa said as they drove through the portal.

— What's here?—Cassidy turned to her.

— Here... There was something personal here. I don't want to spread it, but there's a white witch living here... How she beat up Brooke and me...—Clarissa sighed.— It was weird. But in some ways it's even fun...—

— And where does this witch live?—Jack asked.

— Continue down the hill until you see a bright red house!—Clarissa said.— Then you need to go around it! —

— Okay!J—ack pressed the accelerator harder on the floor.

The trip down at full speed was like a dive flight on a fighter jet.

— Here!—Clarissa pointed.

— You told me that the house is red!—Jack said, turning around so abruptly that he seemed to have caught a billboard.

The car stopped at a lamppost.

—Hey, Jack, we're not there yet!—Clarissa said indignantly.

— I ran out of gas...—Cassidy sighed tragically.—Damn it!—He slapped his hands on the steering wheel.

— Do we have to walk now?—Julie asked.

After closing all the things in the car, Jack closed the trunk and looked at Logan.

— Sit down, I'll close you up.— he said.

— Why?—Engelfort said indignantly.

Jack Cassidy came over and pushed him back into the seat.

— For the sake of people like you, people like me are fighting ... —

***

The way on foot turned out to be longer than the way by car many times.

— Here it is...—Clarissa pointed out.

At the same moment, a huge chest of drawers fell at their feet and collapsed on the boards.

— Oh...—Julie grimaced.— It seems that someone is already having a heart-to-heart conversation there...—

Julie took her magic wand out of her pocket, Jack clutched a machete in his hand, which he bought not so long ago, the gun was also freely available.

Clarissa took out the enchanted dagger.

— Let's go then, or something...—

Step by step, all three moved forward.

— Clary, the shield!—Julie screamed.

Another long-suffering piece of furniture flew by.

Clarissa managed to materialize the shield with great difficulty, so that after the next flight they themselves would not become furniture.

There's no glass left in the windows. From the outside, there was an impression that the furniture had arranged dances there.

Clarissa flew in and immediately knocked down one of the witches, whom Jack burned with the radiance of the angelic seal.

— This world has taught me one thing: there is a fist against a crowbar!— the witch lost consciousness from her blow, Clarissa threw one of the uninvited guests into the street.— Consuella! You're here, right?—

— What? Has salvation come in the person of Clarissa Mercury? Then I'm definitely finished!—A girl in an old—fashioned dress peeked out from behind the closet door.

— The end will come to everyone, but not soon yet!—there were a lot more witches in the room than there were back at the motel. But the faces were somehow strangely repeated.

Clarissa noticed a poker with a silver handle by the fireplace.

— Jack, cover me!—she shouted.

Cassidy shot one of the witches right over Clarissa's head.

Fallen ran towards the fireplace and grabbed the poker on the run.

A strong blow with two hands and one of the witches crumbled into gray ashes.

— They are duplicates! And we need to find the originals!—Clarissa hit another one.

— Yes, it's so easy to say, but it's hard to do!—Julie set one of the witches on fire with magic.— Let's burn them! —

— I can't! They feed on my magic, I noticed it even earlier!—Clarissa yanked the curtain violently.— Julie! Help me! Jack, when we're safe, can you do it? —

— Just don't tell me what you want...—Cassidy's eyes bulged.—You've been burned all over for the last time!—

Jack Cassidy had the most powerful and at the same time the most terrible trump card up his sleeve.

And Jack hoped that this ability would pass over time, like some kind of flu.

But it doesn't just go away. It's brewing like some kind of damn tumor.

Wings. At first they were small, but even then they lifted Jack.

— Consuella!—Clarissa called the white witch.

— No, I won't climb under the curtain, white magic won't hurt me!— a witch in an antique dress hit another of the attackers with the closet door.

—You could be blinded by this light!—Using the curtain as a battering ram, Clarissa made her way to the closet.

Jack spread his arms and radiance filled the room. The light burned her eyes, Clarissa looked through the curtain and her eyes began to water.

Clarissa screamed and started rubbing her eyes.

— Clarissa!—Julie turned her around.— Oh, damned! Your eyes!—

Clarissa looked up at her. Tears of blood were streaming down the girl's cheeks.

— Get out! These three definitely won't be here anymore...—Cassidy sighed.

The curtain flew to the side.

— Jack! You hurt Clarissa!—Julie said.

— He didn't hurt me that much...—Clarissa blinked.

Tears of blood poured from her eyes.

— Well, are we going to drink the potion or are we going to wait?—Jack sighed sadly.

— Consuella... Will you come with us to fight against the flame that always burns?—Clarissa asked, not even paying attention to her wounds.

— No... I can heal you, I can even hide you from magic, but I don't have the strength to fight them. I've been hiding so much... But they found me anyway. If you want to resist them, I won't hold you back. But, rather, it will be the same with you as with others. You'll just finish your line, Clarissa. Someone like you can't beat them. There's too much fire in you, and that's what will bring you and them closer together...—Consuella said in a sad tone.

— This fire is my life. How can I take and extinguish myself like a candle?—Clary asked.

— You have to become ice if you really want to fight fire...—

***

Consuella Flammado brought Jack, Julie and Clary to her bunker.

— Julia, never let your man in here. This place is guarded by spirits, more powerful than any of the worlds have ever seen. It will be torn apart by those it disturbs...—

Clary whistled loudly.

— Wow! Apparently, it's quite fun. You've chosen a good place, Consuella. Strange for a white one...—Clarissa said with a malicious mockery.

— And you're ugly for a dark one. They're usually nauseating, and you're just disgusting...—Consuella took the cover off the big machine.—You can search for witches with this machine. She's a little old, but I'll teach you how to use this rarity. This magolocator is old, it finds witches best of all.—

— And when will you leave?—Clarissa blew the dust off the equipment.

— In two days. I have neither the strength nor the desire to help you for a long time. But within the limits of what is permissible, I will do something.—

Consuella's facial features were unusually sharp, it seemed that you would touch and immediately cut your fingers.

Witches with such a rough face are almost impossible to meet now.

If you took off her dress, it would seem that this is a mixture of a man and a woman, and closer to a man.

Even the dark ones are not like that.

— What should I do with my husband?—Julie asked.

— Do you want an honest answer? It's better to kill him right away so that he doesn't suffer. You may survive, but mortals are not tenants in such a war...— Consuella picked up her cane and went outside.

Knock, knock, step...

— So, when will you start helping us?—Clarissa followed the light witch outside.

— I'll just explain something and leave. I'm not going to waste my precious time on you, but if you want, I can treat you to lunch...—

A loud explosion in the sky. You could call it beautiful if it wasn't so scary...

people didn't see where these stones were flying from, but they don't see them falling.

It did happen...

Eterna Tartarus. A supernatural hospital for the mentally ill and mentally unstable criminals has exploded.

And this means that the real eternal hell has broken free...