Maybelyn works all holiday weekend when she closes the shop, so between making the spell with Hilkiah and cleaning the shop, she keeps herself fairly busy and tries not to think about Ed and his family, but finds it incredibly challenging.
"Me and Ketty are going out" Mitchell says randomly to Maybelyn.
"You gave the demon a nickname?" Maybelyn asks, clearly dumbfounded.
"Oh, shut up" Mitchell spits.
Keturah walks from Mitchell's room, through the hallway and out the door without a word, and Mitchell follows, but before he exits the door he says "mom?"
"Yes?" Maybelyn says, again utterly dumbfounded, because Mitchell hasn't called her 'mom' in many, many years.
"You should have had a girl" Mitchell says and then exits with the slam of the door.
"Or aborted him" Hilkiah adds as he suddenly appears.
Maybelyn just rolls her eyes, getting used to the angel's sarcastic remarks.
As they work on the spell, reading the book to gather the supplies, measuring the ingredients, and storing it into smaller containers till they have all the ingredients, they make small talk and travel various roads of conversation.
"So, how's heaven?" Maybelyn asks.
"Good. Oh, but for the record, you're not on good terms with God, being a Medium and all, but maybe helping me destroy the demon will sanctify you, if not, I'll put in a good word for you, considering all you've had to deal with, this son of satan and all" Hilkiah says.
"I appreciate that" Maybelyn says truly.
"What was Mitchell like before his father died?" Hilkiah asks as he measures a foreign powder into a tiny jar.
"Small, frail, very imaginative and creative, cute, and much like a normal child" Maybelyn replies, smiling as she recalls her young son.
"He sounds delightful. Do you want another son, maybe some time in the future?" Hilkiah asks, and it strikes Maybelyn as a very interesting question, because she never quite thought about it.
"I would consider adopting another child, but of course not when Mitchell was here, and I'm still fairly young, so if he ever decides to leave, I would adopt another child straightaway. Childlike joy would do me well, and someone to keep me busy would be perfect. As soon as Mitchell leaves, I'm closing the shop and getting rid of everything I own, and moving away from here, maybe to Amsterdam" Maybelyn says, and falls into a comfortable settled state as she realises there is hope after Mitchell leaves, and she can have a new life.
Hilkiah simply stares at Maybelyn in amazement, observing how humans think and fantasise.
"You think he'll leave?" Hilkiah asks after awhile.
"I sure hope so" Maybelyn says tragically, hating how she hopes that her wicked son, who was once her beloved son, would leave.
"I can sense they are close, so I'm going now, I'll be back when the coast is clear. Do you want me to take all of this with me so you don't have to rush and clean it all up?" Hilkiah asks suddenly.
"That would be great" Maybelyn replies, and just like that, Hilkiah snaps his fingers and all the ingredients are gone in a flash, and he also disappears a moment later.
It takes about 20 minutes till Mitchell and Keturah get back, but when they do, they are covered in blood, and the waterworks release themselves as Maybelyn looks at them, knowing inside that the blood belonged to Ed and his family, and Maybelyn feels her stomach drop.
"What are you crying about woman?" Mitchell asks.
"You know exactly why I am crying. You cruel bastard" Maybelyn says, and can't believe it came out of her mouth, but she knows it's true.
"Oh, you're broken up about your precious customer? He was worthless, and so was his family, and I was doing you a favour because they're too poor, they never would have payed you" Mitchell says, like it's a normal thing.
"I don't care! What I care about is my customers safety, and I don't want them to keep ending up dead because of you and that stupid demon are out for kicks!" Maybelyn shouts.
"But the kicks is the best part!" Keturah yells from the other room.
"We killed the little girl first, she was giving us quite a bit of trouble after her parents and brother were tied up; she wouldn't stop kicking our ankles like it was actually going to do something!" Keturah comes in the room laughing.
"I don't want to hear it" Maybelyn says, but knows it will make no difference.
"Oh but I haven't told you any juicy details yet!" Keturah exclaims, and them continues "so we hang her by her cheeks! Can you imagine that?! Meat hooks: on a child! It's absolutely visionary.
Then, we figured she didn't need her fingers anymore, cause all she did was pick her disgusting nose, and we cut that off too! She was like that white evil guy from those books, and I adore his style. Too bad he dies in the end, and that's where me and him differ, I will never die.
So, after she was torn, limb from limb, we took the boy next.
Keep in mind, one of Ed's fears was his family being tortured, and we did just that.
We beheaded their son, nice and slow, with a ribbed knife and everything."
As Keturah explains, Maybelyn feels her own sense of torture, because she always feels the need to share the gory details.
"So we let the parents bask in their dead children for awhile, while confiding, would it be more torture to let Ed sit there in the blood of his family, or let Ed's wife sit in her family's blood, and instead of choosing for ourselves, we threw a couple knives as we closed our eyes, and whoever had less knives in them, we killed!
"Long story short, she had more knives in her skin, your son even landed one right in her eye, what an aim, right?! So she's dying slowly of course, and Ed is begging who he thought was his daughter, Lilliana, to not hurt him, and he was just in pieces, crying till he couldn't breathe, you should have seen it, it was priceless.
"Later, the wife finally dies, and Ed is still begging for his black pitted eyed daughter to let him go.
"Let me say, he's quite the ash tray, he let us put out all types of hot things on his skin, like brands, pins, cigars, knives, and a fireplace iron! What a guy!
"He eventually got to the edge of death, so we put him out of his misery by tearing his arms and legs off, like his daughter, then decapitating him like his son... It truly was the vision of the circle of life... Or death."
Maybelyn wishes she could use the spell right now, but it's not ready and she hasn't got it with her anyways, but regardless, she is desperate.
"And what if I just stopped caring for my customers?" Maybelyn remarks.
"You couldn't" Keturah states plainly, which Maybelyn knows just as well that she couldn't.
After Keturah walks out of the room, Maybelyn lays down on her office couch, staring at the ceiling and trying not to cry as she realises she is partly responsible for Ed and his whole family being dead, and to say she feels shitty is a major understatement.