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Queenie attempts to contact Papa Legba to find out what has happened to Marie, and he informs her that Delphine gained the upper hand over her tormentor. Meanwhile, Zoe and Kyle return, Cordelia and Queenie unearth Misty, and Fiona says her goodbyes to the Axeman.
The witches test their supreme with seven tests, the Seven Wonders: telekinesis, concilium, transmutation, divination, vitalum vitalis, descensum, and pyrokinesis. As Fiona warns Queenie, the tests can be fatal. Queenie figures that Fiona wants to find and kill the next Supreme, but Fiona tells her that she's tired. When the girl asks where Marie is, Fiona says that it's not their business and uses her power on Queenie, forcing her to show her respect. She releases her telekinetic grip and tells Queenie that her trial begins Saturday morning, and she will perform the Seven Wonders or die trying...Read the full recap
Delphine: The elegant and universally admired Madame Delphine LaLaurie was not only a brilliant hostess for high society soirees, but she was also renowned for her remarkable equestrian abilities and her tireless charitable works.
Male Tourist: It says here she was a serial killer.
Delphine: That's a misprint.
Delphine: You made me weep. But not as you would have it for my supposed sins. I wept for the state of this world. A world of lies. A world that makes promises it cannot keep. To tell a colored man that he can be equal to a white man. There's the real cruelty.
Myrtle: That's deadly nightshade you're about to ingest through your nostrils. I wouldn't sniff around unless you're looking for a bout of delirium.
Madison: Sounds like every Saturday night since I was 15.
The Axeman: I made you die those little deaths for the first time in your sorry life. I made you sing when you had no tunes left in you.
Misty: Well, that's it then. Even I can't bring somebody back once they're gator shit.
Papa Legba: Congratulations, Madame Delphine LaLaurie. You have been granted your sweet release from de world of de mortal. And as punishment for your crimes of murder, torture, passion, fashion, and being an all-round no-good, miserable bitch, you will spend all of eternity here... in my home.
Delphine: It's my home.
Papa Legba: No, it's mine... welcome to Hell.