Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Queen to the child I myself birthed.

Let us not be modest.

Far from the roots of Salem.

I'm better now.

But what are you... doing here?

Only because of the remarkable women

shall be licked by the flames of hell itself.

Where you shall be.

I am Sunday. Black Sunday is my day!

Beyond that door lies hell itself.

when I will finally make her mine...

Well, here's the hard truth,

It's a... family tradition.

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

I don't... remember that either.

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

And we are far from done.

ruled by my own worst enemy.

my witch blood has quickened the speed of life itself.

my every heartbeat is ignited by the thought of you.

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

to take up smithing in your spare time?

No, don't do this!

And I am generous enough to help you.

Every flower, every blade of grass

Look how that turned out.

I think you refer to the dreaded Hydra

♪ Sickened on Friday ♪

What kind of work?

In just three days' time

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

Stop tempting me.

and I can take us there.

or not return at all,

what I have had to do to obtain it.