A/N: My only excuse for not writing this is 2020. That's it. 2020.

That and the beginning of 2021 has been absolute hell for me, and obviously this effin' country.

Anyway, get ready for some Calbrina content! Sabrina's certainly a complicated girl.

"What has he done to you?" Caliban asked, horror striking his face as he eyed Sabrina.

She hadn't meant to visit Judas's tomb, hadn't meant to see Caliban. And yet, perhaps she had.

Sabrina had taken to wandering at night, finding sleeping difficult. She was healing, trying to understand what had happened to her. But any time she found herself close to the truth a darkness welled up inside her with the fury of a hurricane. It wasn't a darkness that told her to hurt, to seek revenge. (That had already been sought out.) It was a darkness that enjoyed the memories of her punishment, a darkness that enjoyed Him—all that he'd done to her, all that she'd done to him. It wanted him. Needed him. When she didn't wander she tried to tease out the wanting tension in between her legs, but often, she found herself unsatisfied, and even uncomfortable with herself.

Now, she was here, and she'd used her magick so Caliban would be able to speak, to see. Why?

Sabrina wanted to stand her ground, say something like, "That's none of your business," but instead, she wrapped her arms around herself, and looked down, biting her bottom lip.

"He hurt you, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"That fucking, vile, deranged—"

"I hurt him too," Sabrina interrupted, not liking all the insults being flung at her father.

"And that's supposed to make it better?"

"It was revenge."

"And does it feel good?"

Sabrina shook her head, and finally met his green eyes. Her throat ached with emotion, and she asked, tears beginning to trail down her cheeks, "What do I do?"

Even as she asked it, she felt as if she knew the answer. She had to learn how to embrace the Hell within her. It had always been there. It was a deep part of her, and every day it was brought out more and more. The human part of her, and the witch part were being crushed underneath who she truly was: a Morningstar.

Perhaps if she let herself fall into the fiery darkness, she'd be all right. Torture was the way of Hell. It was right. Without torture, there would be no balance, no true Hell.

These thoughts served to frighten her, and she skirted around them. What of the engagement? What of her plans?

She couldn't let it all fall to ruin.

Caliban seemed as if he was about to answer, and then his eyes fixed upon Sabrina's left hand. "Is that an engagement ring?" he asked, voice quiet with abject horror.

Sabrina pursed her lips, and then eyed it. Another tear fell.

"It is."

"Sabrina, why? He's a monster."

"And you're not? You tried to kill me."

"Call it foreplay."

"Never mind," she growled out in frustration (mostly directed at herself). "I don't even know why I came here."

She tightened her silk robe about herself, covering the large amount of skin that her lace lingerie left bare, and turned from him. Already she had a hand out to have him fully encased in stone once more.

"I'm sorry he hurt you."

Sabrina lowered her hand at that, and paused in her tracks.

"I can… I can help you. If you need it. He doesn't have to rule, doesn't have to own you. I'll take care of you."

"Maybe I don't need taking care of," Sabrina murmured, feeling close to breaking.

"Don't be ridiculous. Everyone needs taking care of."

She turned back to him, and did her best to look at him, even through the blurry sheen of unshed tears.

"And what would you want me to do? Usurp the throne, give it to you? Cast my father out?"

"Perhaps. Or we could start simple. You let me out."

Sabrina laughed. "Wonderful idea, Caliban. I let out the man who, last I checked, will do anything to get the throne. Why didn't I think of that?" she snarled.

"It can be a secret," he told her. "Our secret. If you wish, you can leave me on Earth, in your precious Greendale. We can move slow. After all, we have eternity."

"You're trying to make me give, so that with each thing you ask for I'll cave more and more and more."

"Yes. And no. I just wish to see you smile, Sabrina. I hope I can make that happen. And, have you thought of… your plan? You haven't done anything yet, have you?"

"That's private!"

"Oh, so you haven't."

"Shut up, Caliban."

He grinned. "No, I don't think I will. Now, if you release me I can help with the little issue you have with needing to create life."

Sabrina just shot him a nasty look, snarling at him.

"Or I could hold you, tell you it'll be all right."

"Prince Caliban, sperm donor, therapist, and trauma specialist," she joked.

"Well, why not?"

She stepped up to him, so close she could lean in and brush her lips against him.

"You just want to rule," she whispered.

"Among other things," he responded, licking his lips, eyes only for her.

Not sure what overcame her, she stood on her tiptoes, leaned forward, and kissed him. Caliban kissed back eagerly. She fell into that feeling, that true, unharmful want.

No, Daddy loves you.

His lips were soft and yielding against hers.

I love him.

He licked at her lips, begging for entry.

It hurts.

She refused, so he settled for sucking on her bottom lip.

It's Hell. It's supposed to hurt.

Sabrina reached up, touching the exposed part of Caliban's face, fingers pressing down hard.

You are him. And he is you. You'll always be led straight to him. No matter what.

Yet, that did leave room for distractions, did it not?

Sabrina melted into Caliban, and the stone warped and fell away. Sabrina stepped back as Caliban was freed from his prison. His large, strong arms encircled her, holding her close.

This path was just another that would lead her back to the Dark Lord. All paths led her there. This little thing with Caliban was just a slight foray from the true path. Something in it would eventually (hopefully soon) nudge her back towards her father.

Sabrina bit Caliban's bottom lip, and found her hand going to his neck. She hadn't even realized she was into that, but a rush of power went through her as she held his throat in a tight grip. His blood pounded in his veins beneath her hand.

Sabrina wasn't sure how long she kissed him for, how long he kissed her, but it was enough to want him.

Terrified of that want, her gut telling her to go back to the Dark Lord, she pulled away.

"What?" he questioned.

"This is wrong. No, this is wrong," Sabrina said, shaking her head, pacing.

"Is that not the way of Hell?"

She shot him a glance, and then focused on the dark stone around her.

Caliban's hands reached out for her, and she tensed, shying away. He gave up his little pursuit.

"Sabrina, you don't necessarily have to choose. You could have both of us. Rule with me on Earth. Rule with him in Hell."

"He wants Earth," she told him blandly.

"I can secure the way," Caliban reasoned, "and then you won't have any trouble giving it to him."

"No. No, I don't like any of this. You're a usurper, a traitor, and you're not my king. I am your queen, I am above you. You do as I will."

Caliban knelt, reaching out and holding onto her waist.

"Yes," he breathed. "I will do as you desire. Do you need me to create a child with you? To prove as a distraction? To show you what it is like to truly be fucked?"

His eyes were hot and glazed over with lust as he looked up at her. Sabrina swallowed roughly.

She wanted him.

She wanted her daddy.

The want was too much, and she fell into him, kissing him hard. She throbbed in between her legs, moaning, as she forced her tongue into his mouth. Caliban growled, and held her close.

Sabrina was greedy, her hunger insatiable. As she made out with Caliban, she realized she could only be sated by the touch of two men at the moment: the Prince, and the Lord.

The Dark Lord had been enough for her. But now, during the strange process of acceptance and healing, she needed more than her daddy. She needed pleasure, power over men.

A way out.

She'd never take that way out; truly didn't want to. But knowing it was there quieted the storm in her.

Even as Sabrina's hands began to travel along Caliban's hard body, she tingled with want for her father.

A/N: Alright, witches and warlocks! Fiends and friends! No idea when I'll be posting next, but I have a few plans for this.