Sabrina POV

"What do we do now?", I ask. "I'm so sorry, Nick. My father..." I don't know what to say.

"I don't know either. The Tribunal appointed me to this position. I don't know how to accomplish anything, change anything, learn about this job, or ever leave without them", he says.

"Answer is you don't", Alastair offers, "At least for now. There will be a new Tribunal. But we never imagined anyone, even Lucifer, could destroy the Tribunal. We need to find out how this happened before we replace them. You understand, Sabrina, you will not be able to change any rules at this point."

"I got exactly what I wanted before my father slaughtered them, thanks", I spit.

"Sabrina", Nick whispers, irritated.

"What? He's made it clear he didn't want me here from the moment I showed up", I grouse.

"So far you've not only made our Hades personally miserable, your father killed the members of the Tribunal, who had held their positions for over 5,000 years. I can't imagine why I considered you trouble", Alastair hisses.

"Crowley!", Nick yells, and the man hangs his head.

"Apologies, my Lord", he offers.

"You two get in your separate corners, you're going to be dealing with each other. Apparently for a long time", Nick shouts. He picks up his watch off a table in the foyer and puts it on. "I'm late for work."

"And I'm late for school", I add.

"I'll row you", Alastair sighs.

"Sabrina, do you need help?", Nick asks.

"No, I think I got it", I answer with a half smile.

"I can't wait", he whispers pulling me close, then rubbing his nose against mine, "For tonight. Please come back to me."

"I promise", I offer, going soft in his arms. "I'll always come back to you."

"Sabrina, I love you."

"I love you too, Nick."

"I love you..."

"I love you so much..."

When we come up for air, Crowley is standing at the front door rolling his eyes.

Nick follows him outside, and they get in the boat. Nick blows me a kiss. My stomach can't stop flip flopping.

I pull a big old-fashioned brass key out of my pocket and feel pretty silly just sticking it out into the air. Then I turn it. "Baxter High", I whisper and close my eyes.

"Turn to page 37 in Antony and Cleopatra...can anyone tell me why this play is very different compared to most of Shakespeare's plays?", the teacher asks.

When I open my eyes, I'm sitting at a desk in English class.

"Sabrina! Sabrina, where did you come from?", Roz hisses in a whisper.

"The Underworld."

"The WHAT?!"

"I'll tell you later."

"I hope I'm not interrupting you ladies", the teacher taunts. "Sabrina...are you in my class?"

"Yeah, I like to...sit in the back", I offer.

The teacher is suspicious, but gets back to her lecture.

After class, Roz follows me to my locker. "We were so worried about you! You just disappeared!"

"I know. I was stuck in the Underworld. I still am kind of. It's a long story, but I found Nick", I tell her.

"You found him? He's...dead, isn't he?", she asks trepidatiously.

I sigh. "Yes. He's technically gone on to what's next, but he didn't go to Hell like witches do, and he didn't end up in Heaven either. He's the god of the Underworld."

"As in Greek myths? As in Hades?", she asks.

"Yep. I went there to complain about a backup of souls in Hell...it's a long story, but I found him by accident. Then I ate...a pomegranate."

"Oh Sabrina, oh no. You can't leave? But you're here", Roz offers.

"I advocated for myself..."

"As you always do", she adds.

"And I can be gone during the day to finish school, go to college, etc, as long as I'm back at night."

"Sabrina, that's no way to live. How will you ever...I have to ask, do you love him?", she asks.

"I do." I smile. "I always have I think."

"Well he's certainly handsome and sexy", she adds.

"You talking about me?", Harvey jokes, coming up to us.

"Of course", Roz adds and kisses him. After Harvey and I broke up, it took a long time to get over him, but now when I see them together, I feel so happy for them, no anger or jealousy at all. When Nick broke up with me...that's not what happened. Even with that damn candle...I can't stop wanting him or hating Prudence.

That night we spent together, I could almost feel the heat of the New Mexico sun beneath his skin. He's half dignified New England warlock in gabardine pants and a Brooks Brothers pea coat and half passionate Native American shaman who looks best in nothing at all; I feel both his identities inside him and see them in his eyes. His current choice of rolled up, loose Levi's and black leather motorcycle jacket are yet another version of him, "angry lost boy". I want to know every part of him. I want to be loved by them all.

"Sabrina? Sabrina?" Roz is waving a hand in front of my face. "Earth to Sabrina."

"Oh, sorry. I was somewhere else."

"Apparently", she says, suspiciously. "If you're happy, I'm happy for you."

"Let's get to biology", I suggest.

After biology and history, I head to the Academy of Unseen Arts.

"Sabrina!", Aunt Zelda yells. "We were worried sick!"

Aunt Hilde hears her and runs out. "Sabrina!" She throws her arms around me. "How did you escape from the Underworld?"

"Well I have and I haven't", I tell her.

"I have to hear this", Auntie Z pronounces, her hands on her hips.

"Just before my father killed the Tribunal, I talked them into a deal that keeps everyone happy..."

"I'm sorry, what? Lucifer cannot kill the Tribunal, has no jurisdiction...", she starts.

"I guess news travels slowly from the Underworld. I know that supposedly he couldn't touch them, but he did...he called up fire from the pit", I inform them.

"This doesn't bode well for anyone, especially us", Aunt Z says.

"He's not even a god, he's a celestial, I don't understand why he's so powerful", Aunt Hilde adds.

"If his powers are growing, few could stand against him", Zelda offers. "The Goddess, of course. The Judeo-Christian God, well, he's done it before. Anyone seen Shiva or Kali hanging around? We could use the help."

"Well my boyfriend is a god. Well, not a god-god, but a demi-god", I tell them.

"You're dating a god?", Zelda yelps.

"Um, Niiiiick", I point out.

Aunt Zelda howls. "Nicholas Scratch? The young warlock Lucifer destroyed mind, body, and soul? Addicted to everything under the sun from Unicorn Tears to absinthe? Who committed suicide? I feel sorry for the poor boy, but he's not god material." She laughs again.

"He's the new Hades, god of the Underworld", I inform her, trying to maintain my patience, trying not to scream.

"That's right, yes. Lilith told us. You're right. But I don't see him being a great deterrent to the Dark Lord. They battled once and we all know how that went", she adds.

Hilde pats my shoulder. "She's worried, darling."

"I don't care what she is", I answer back.

"Be patient darling."

"The deal is that I'm free to live my life during the day. I'll finish up school at both the Academy and Baxter High, apply to schools around here, see you and my friends...then at night, I go back to the Underworld", I tell them.

"At night, you sleep in your own bed", Aunt Zelda says, in her take-no-prisoners voice, lighting a cigarette in irritation.

"I made a promise", I tell her.

"One easily broken since he can't come here to get you. And there's no Tribunal to enforce it. Just don't go back", she says.

"Aunties, I LOVE Nick", I insist.

"Oh Sabrina, we've all been in your shoes. Young love. The tears, the desperation, etc etc. I know Nicholas is a... lovely person, and he used to be headed for great things. But that's in the past. He's dead, Sabrina, that's the truth, and even if he isn't in the lands of the dead, Sabrina...you can do better. Truly. There are so many warlocks to choose from. Who's Head Boy this year?"

I roll my eyes at Auntie Z.

"I need to get to Conjuring. I'll see you here tomorrow", I say and keep walking.

"Sabrina, Sabrina, wait...I said Sabrina, wait!", I hear behind me, but I don't.

Getting my books together from both schools, when classes are over, I wander into the woods alone in the light rain. I look back to see Prudence following me with curious eyes. She's sure to report back to Aunt Zelda.

Hidden in the woods, I pull out the big key and turn it. "The Underworld", I whisper.

I gasp when I land on something soft. "Well hello, Spellman." I find myself sitting in Nick's lap on the big sofa in his living room.

"Did you set this up?", I ask.

"Of course I did", he boasts. "Are you really here? Did you really come back?", he whispers. He's shirtless and barefoot lying on the sofa in sweatpants. He tucks my hair behind my ear.

"I am and I did, and I always will", I say.

"Come back to me?", he asks.

"Love you", I answer, straddling him. His thick sweatpants are tented with his hard-on, threatening to break through them.

"My Lord?"

We both gasp as Crowley comes in, unexpected and uninvited.

"I...I...apologize...", he starts, "It's just that the Prince of Hell is here to see you."

"Lucifer?", Nick asks.

"No, no, he says the Prince of Hell. By the name of Caliban. And he's not here to see you, my Lord, but you- Miss Spellman. He intends to negotiate your return to Hell."