A/N: I really thought something was going to stop Sabrina from shooting the Mandrake or that she would miss.

Chapter 1: More than Mortal

Sabrina held the rifle in her hand as Ambrose counted towards ten. She was planning to shoot the Mandrake, but Ambrose's words remained in her mind.

"it has all your thoughts, wants and needs. To exist, to be loved. But it is different from you in one fundamental way, it's like a newborn."

At the count of nine, she turned, and her resolve faltered enough that she missed. Her hands shook after her shot missed. There were no other bullets in the rifle. She thought that was the end as the Mandrake was about to kill her. There were no shots fired, but the Mandrake screamed instead. "My Hand!"

"What?" Sabrina rushed over towards her duplicate. "It's bleeding! How?" She prayed to whoever there was, to fix the bleeding hand. By a miracle yet again, the hand became anew. "You did this." She turned towards Ambrose. "Her rifle malfunctioned. Not only did it not fire, but it hurt her!"

"I could never hurt you, cousin. You were supposed to shoot her! This wasn't supposed to happen."

"You set me up," the Mandrake said. With a simple movement her hand, Ambrose lost his head. It took a few moments for regret to set in. "What have I done? Can you fix this, Sabrina? You brought back the witches from the church, didn't you?"

Tears streamed down her eyes. "I will try," Sabrina said. "Rise, my dear cousin." She shut her eyes as she didn't know if it would work. Desperately hoping for a miracle with all her heart.

"What happened?" Ambrose asked.

"It worked!" Sabrina exclaimed. "I still have my powers. How? What happens now?"

"I just want to be loved, like you. Is that so wrong?" the Mandrake said.

"Can we exist? Both of us?"

"Come, we'll make this work." The Mandrake offered her hand.

Mrs. Wardwell rushed over to the scenes with Nicholas Scratch to find two Sabrinas alive. "Oh, thank goodness. We arrived in time."

"No, I failed," Sabrina said. "I couldn't bring myself to kill her. Now, the end of days is upon us."

"But I don't want the world to end," the Mandrake said. "I want to live, just like you."

"About that, if you succeeded, the Dark Lord would have entered this world," Wardwell said. "It's fortunate that you didn't. The final act was suicide."

Sabrina's mortal friends arrived in the clearing. "She tried to kill us," Rosalind said.

"No, I just wanted to create someone that would love me," the Mandrake said. "You see, Sabrina and I are both alive."

"They wouldn't be the same," Sabrina said. "Look, I know this is strange, but can we accept her? She's kind of me, but not me. I'm supposed to lose my powers too, but I didn't. If I kill her, the end times are upon us."

"If you want to do something weird, ask first," Harvey said.

"I can do that," the Mandrake said. "But I love you."

"It's over … Sabrina. I'm with Roz now."

"You used her name to address me, thank you. Even though my heart aches, I will try to accept that." The Mandrake smiled.

"This is going to get confusing, isn't it?" Sabrina asked. "Do we do everything together? Are we both Sabrina?"

"I want to be," the Mandrake said.

"How will we explain this to the aunties?"

"Let's just tell the truth."

Everything returned to normal as normal can be with two Sabrinas living together. The Mandrake and she did everything together, although Sabrina kept reminding the Mandrake to use her powers for good or not at all. With the ability to learn and reason, the Mandrake took a liking to the teaching of the false god. It was hypocrisy at its finest, but the Bible held some virtuous teachings. As a result, the Mandrake reversed some of Sabrina's more selfish spells.

The Mandrake came to her with a strange idea, one Sunday morning.

"You want to… enter a church of the false god and perform miracles?" Sabrina said.

"You were baptized, were you not? Not to mention the constant reminders of being nice to everyone from you. Why don't we help mortals?"

"Before the Church of Night?"

"It'll be easier. They're already inclined to forgiveness if they follow God's word anyway. You've always held some resentment for the path of night. Don't forget, the only reason we signed our name away was to save our friends."

The Mandrake had logic in its reasoning, but it made Sabrina feel uneasy as she identified with the Church of Night more than the church of the false god.

"Shouldn't we try to reform the Church of Night first?" Sabrina asked.

"Fine, we'll claim his followers for our own. They shall worship us after seeing our abilities again."

"Worship?"

"Certainly, you wouldn't be content with people paying homage to the Dark Lord when you resent him so. We have the power, we make the rules. No one could stop us. You wanted to make the world a better place."

"I do."

"Let's show the world our power. We'll first do it in the academy to prove to everyone how powerful we truly are."

"In the academy?"

"They can't stop us. We returned from death and can do so again."

The Sabrinas got out of bed and walked downstairs to join the family for breakfast. Sabrina decided to announce to their family, the plans she made with the Mandrake before the Mandrake decided reveal them on her own. "We decided it's time to show the academy our powers. I've decided the Church of Night should worship me instead because I'm stronger than the Dark Lord."

"Are you mad, Sabrina? The academy barely tolerates your presence," Zelda said. "Uttering such blasphemous statements could get you killed!"

"Which is why I'm acting now before Blackwood becomes bolder and finishes us off for good."

"Not even all the warlocks and witches can stop both of us," the Mandrake said. "We will unite the world against the Dark Lord. You won't try to stop us, will you?"

"There's no stopping the both of you, is there?" Zelda conceded. "This is going to cause chaos."

"Hopefully not too much. Some things must be done," the Mandrake said. "We'll be fine, Aunt Zelda."

"It's for the greater good. I shall unify the world, starting with the Church of Night. My father Edward's ambition will come to pass." Sabrina took a bite of her pancakes.

"When are you going to do it?" Aunt Hilda asked. "Be careful, love."

"On Monday when we have school again," the Mandrake said.

Everyone gathered at the assembly as per usual. It was then Sabrina decided that she should make her move. "People suspected that I am something more since the angels attacked us," Sabrina said, interrupting the normal proceedings. "I have decided that I am divine, and above the Dark Lord. It's no secret that I disliked the Dark Lord even before I discovered that I'm something more. You shall all worship me, and this shall become the Church of Sabrina. You've all witnessed my power when the angels dared to attack us, I've decided it's time to stop hiding from what I am."

"Kill her," Father Blackwood yelled. "This is blasphemy."

The Mandrake levitated everyone that displayed hostile intent into the air. "No, this is reality. The Dark Lord tried to use us, he will regret this."

"Worship me or be cast aside."

"Killing is wrong, Sabrina," the Mandrake said.

Sabrina hated that her duplicate contradicted her openly in public, but she didn't want to fight with herself. Even though she had power of miracles, she wasn't sure if she could win. "The non-believers won't stop worshipping the Dark Lord otherwise."

"They can't worship, if they can't move ever again. Satan shall have no power on this earth once we are done."

"My better half shows mercy. Convert or prepare for eternal slumber. I am divine, and I shall reward my followers."

Even in the presence of divinity, not everyone converted their beliefs. With a simple wave of her hand, the Mandrake sent the nonbelievers into eternal slumber. Renegade witches and warlocks weren't something Sabrina wanted to deal with right now.

"Hail Sabrina," the audience chanted.

Sabrina and the Mandrake decided to confide their plans for the church to her mortal friends.

"You're going to do what?" Theo blinked several times.

"Enter the church and perform miracles. With any luck, they'll accept me as the second-coming of Christ. Seeing is believing, with any luck people will worship me," the Mandrake said.

"If anyone tries to harm us, they'll be put to sleep forever," Sabrina said.

"Isn't this a bit too radical?" Harvey said. "You don't have to do this."

"No, but we want to," the Mandrake said. "I will not linger in the shadows, hiding from what I am. The pious are supposed to be kind, aren't they?"

Rosalind touched Sabrina's hand, then the Mandrake's. "I see so much blood, but then I see peace. Happiness."

"You're on her side?" Harvey said. "And both of you want to do this?"

"We are one and the same, yet we're not," Sabrina said.

"You're evil, and I'm good," the Mandrake said.

"I'm evil?"

"Who wanted to kill everyone that tried to harm us?"

"You tried to shoot me!"

"I didn't want to die, even then, I made it fair. It was Ambrose who suggested that we shoot each other. You tried to shoot me too but didn't have the heart to go through with it. At the time, you wanted to kill me because you said there was no other way."

"Let's not talk about this again."

The two Sabrinas marched into the church while the congregation was going on. They ignored the proceedings as they marched to the podium where the priest was giving a speech. "I have been blessed by God himself to heal the devout," the Mandrake said.

"Why are there two of you?" one practitioner asked.

"Because God realized that sending one man to do everything was too much. He sent two women this time. We are the second coming of Christ. We are the same, and we are not," Sabrina said.

"What can you do?" the priest asked.

"You can all see that it's raining right now." The Mandrake used her powers. "And now it's not."

With such a display of divine power, the people in the church were willing to confess their personal problems. One by one, they formed a line awaiting their turn for the divine. Not everyone was comfortable making their request in public, so Sabrina ended up sitting in a private room with one follower.

"I've only believed in God because I was afraid. I don't want that to be held against me."

"Don't worry, it won't be." Sabrina had no love for God since he didn't protect her from the Dark Lord but usurping the False God would be far too violent. The Mandrake wanted to portray herself as the second coming of Christ, and Sabrina had little choice but to go along with the plan unless if she wanted to fight herself.