Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Every flower, every blade of grass

or not return at all,

Stop tempting me.

shall be licked by the flames of hell itself.

If the truth was easy to hear, everyone'd tell it.

and I can take us there.

my witch blood has quickened the speed of life itself.

Well, here's the hard truth,

Far from the roots of Salem.

Beyond that door lies hell itself.

Look how that turned out.

Well, do you not think I will make a splendid goddess?

Let us not be modest.

I don't... remember that either.

In just three days' time

what I have had to do to obtain it.

And I am generous enough to help you.

Only because of the remarkable women

No, don't do this!

And we are far from done.

to take up smithing in your spare time?

But what are you... doing here?

Queen to the child I myself birthed.

I'm better now.

♪ Sickened on Friday ♪

I think you refer to the dreaded Hydra

What kind of work?

ruled by my own worst enemy.

when I will finally make her mine...

Where you shall be.

I have no choice. I am only doing what is best.

my every heartbeat is ignited by the thought of you.

We must move inside the mansion. The only safe place is inside.

It's a... family tradition.

I am Sunday. Black Sunday is my day!