Sabrina POV

"In my house?!", Nick booms, "Caliban is IN MY HOUSE?"

"Yes, sir", Crowley winces.

"I'll get rid of him myself", Nick growls.

"No, no, Nick, he'll never take your word for anything. Let me talk to him", I advise. I look down at his arousal and smile, then kiss his lips. "Hold that thought."

I climb off him, straighten myself, and walk out into the foyer.

"Caliban", I say, devoid of emotion.

"My Lady", he says, taking my hand and kissing it. "Your father is missing you. As am I."

"I'm afraid you're both going to have to go on missing me. When Lucifer took out the Tribunal, he destroyed my ability to negotiate my circumstances anyway. He wants revenge for my betrayal. He doesn't want me back as a queen", I intone. "Or as a daughter."

"He does, My Lady. And you ARE Queen whether he approves or not. Come back, and together we will unseat your father and accomplish all you want and more. I, Caliban Prince of Hell, swear this to you. And to prove myself and my dedication to our alliance..." He sinks to one knee. Oh shit.

"Sabrina Spellman Morningstar, Light Bringer, will you marry me?", he asks.

"No. And no! Are you crazy? I'm not going back to Hell and I'm certainly not marrying you", I hiss. But trying to be quiet is pointless. Nick is standing in the hallway watching us.

Caliban pops open a little black box and inside is an enormous ten carat diamond winking back at me on a yellow gold band. Two side stones, each around 3 carats, shine with an orangey-red color that resembles flames.

"Where did ya dig that up?", I ask.

"Only the best for my queen", he grins.

"Caliban, I'm not going to mock anyone's proposal, even yours, but no...now please go back to Hell where you belong", I advise.

I look back, but Nick is gone.

"Surely you don't want to stay here forever, My Queen", Caliban says, "Not when you could be in charge. In Hell. On my arm. We CAN unseat your father together."

"I'm not going to say it isn't a tempting offer. But for the first time in my life, I literally have everything I want. Giving up being Queen of Hell is minor", I tell him.

"Time is up", Crowley says, coming back into the hall. "You're not even allowed in this realm, what's your name? Caliban? You were allowed here as a courtesy to talk to Persephone, but you came here on false pretenses. And I believe you've received your answer. Several times."

"She's not Persephone, you half-wit, she's a Morningstar and Queen of Hell!", Caliban booms. "You're nothing but a dead warlock with an aggrandized Wikipedia page."

"Crowley, leave it", I instruct, "Caliban, go. Now. You've worn out your welcome."

"Not until you accept- my proposal and your destiny, Mrs. Caliban Morningstar", Caliban grins.

There's a brilliant flash of light. The front door opens, and Caliban flies out the door only to disappear in a flash orangey-red smoke.

Nick is standing in the foyer, his hands still in the position of the spell he just cast. "Alastair, he is not to be admitted again, not to the Underworld and most certainly not to my own home."

"Understood, sir", Crowley answers. Nick stomps off without even looking at me.

I follow him into the bedroom. "Nick...you have to know I don't want to marry him."

"I don't know anything!", he booms, "You never tell me anything. You were more honest with the Tribunal about what you really want than you've ever been with me. I can't take it! I won't! I can't take all these men that you've conquered. They're everywhere! In Hell, on Earth, probably even in Heaven. You may be in the Underworld part time, but you can't be mine part time. I told you that! I told you I couldn't make love to you and then lose you again..." His voice breaks and he stops.

"Nick, you're not going to lose me", I insist.

"I already have so many times!", he yells, "I can't take it. The thought that you're out there somewhere and Caliban comes back and forces you or some guy out there on Earth tempts you or harms you...you're so vulnerable now."

"I only seem so compared to you because you're a god now", I tell him.

I try to touch his face, but he flinches and pulls away. "Decide, Sabrina! Decide once and for all", he demands.

"I choose you, I'll always choose you", I say.

"You're MINE", he growls. "I want MY ring on your finger. I want you to have MY last name. I want you in MY bed, all the time."

"You're certainly becoming quite the domineering and possessive god", I mention.

"Sabrina, I'm a practicing member of a matriarchal religion. I'm used to playing second fiddle in a faith where women are in the positions of power. Here, I'm in charge, but I'm not likely to ever forget or stop worshipping the Goddess. Or women in general or you in specific. It just feels good to be in charge of something for once, and I'm possessive because...I need you, Spellman. And I know what men are like. They're all as bad as I was."

He scoops me up and lays me down softly on our bed. "I have to know you're mine. I can't live without you, Sabrina. I won't."

"You don't have to", I swear, kissing him. His plump lips are soft beneath mine, and his tongue slips between mine.

"Love you", he croons, pulling down the jeans I wore to class. "I love you. I pledge my soul to you, but I need your loyalty."

"You have it", I say.

"Then..." He gets up and kneels beside the bed. "I've had this for ages. I just...didn't think it would ever work out this way."

"Oh Nick..."

I take the box from him, my second little black box of the day, and open it.

"He doesn't know your taste", he smirks. "He doesn't know you."

The ring is antique, art deco era, in glistening platinum. It's still big, but subtle, but not the insane size of Caliban's ring. I like it a million times more.

I hold out my hand. "Sabrina, will you marry me and make me the happiest warlock in any realm?", he asks.

"Yes", I answer, throwing my arms around him. He slides the ring on my finger. "I don't even have to change my initials", I joke.

"You're free to choose any name you like, but I have to admit to you, I'd like you take my name...I know it's old-fashioned and you may think it's not feminist, but I want everyone to know you're mine, I want to call you Mrs. Scratch..."

"I never had a real name", I tell him. "My adoptive father didn't really love me and resented me. My biological father is unable to love anything but himself. Men who were supposed to love me...men have let me down. Over and over", I weep.

"No more, never again", he assures me, kissing my hand.

"Mrs. Scratch. Sabrina Scratch. I like it", I say. Tears are dripping down my face.

"We can say our vows tomorrow", I add.

"As much as I'd like that, I want you to have everything. Flowers, the dress of your dreams. I don't want you to miss out on anything because you're in the Underworld. Let's take the time to get it right. I want it to be PERFECT for you", he says.

"You're so romantic", I add, kissing him.

"I never was. It's you", he says, leaning me back on the bed. He comes down gently on top of me and I wrap my legs around him—a mix of entwined porcelain and olive- tan limbs. You can't tell where one of us ends and the other begins.

"Mine, mine, mine", he repeats, kissing down my body.

"I'm yours. And you are mine."

"I was yours from the first moment I saw you", he says. "Before I'm anything else, I'm yours."

Lucifer POV

"Turned me down flat", Caliban tells me.

"We'll have to use some other...form of persuasion", I assure him. "What does she value most?"