So Part 4 was...something. I enjoyed it more than Part 3 but I didn't like the ending that much. It seemed way too dark and depressing for me.
So what did I decide to do about? Why, start writing something even darker, even more depressing and way way WAY more fucked up! Because I'm apparently incapable of writing anything that isn't overladen with angst and depravity. 😛
Anyway. In this story, Sabrina is able to trap all of the Void in Pandora's Box before the coven brings her back in Sabrina Morningstar's body, so she doesn't absorb it any of it herself. Also Ambrose doesn't raise his wand, so Sabrina is able to surrender to Lucifer and Caliban.
TRIGGER WARNING.
This fic contains EXPLICIT descriptions of rape, as well as themes of incest, physical abuse, general misogyny and allusions to suicide. You have been warned.
Sabrina's Body
"Tell me, false daughter, is it true?"
Sabrina Spellman had never seen her Father so furious.
Not even his wrath after her attempt to seal him in the Acheron Configuration could compare to the fiery rage that emanated from Lucifer Morningstar as he stood before her now, an equally hateful Prince Caliban at his back. They had surrounded the entire Spellman Mortuary with their minions, innocent miners possessed by Beelzebub's foul spirits and forced to fight for the Devil himself. They meant war, and it could only be because of her.
So it was her who had gone out to confront him.
"Is what true?" she asked, trying not to betray her intimidation. It wasn't as much for herself, for she had faced the Dark Lord and far worse before. Her fear was for her family, her friends, all of whom had just wanted to celebrate her seventeenth birthday with her and had now been dragged into her extreme daddy issues. Everyone whom she had ever loved was gathered in the house behind her, and they were all at the full mercy of Lucifer and Caliban's stolen rabble.
"That my daughter, Sabrina Morningstar, is dead, and that your soul occupies her body?"
So he had found out about that. She supposed it had only been a matter of time, yet this was far sooner than she had anticipated. She had barely even managed to come to terms with her other half's death herself, despite having had to prepare her own body for her funeral.
She swallowed, fighting the urge to break down crying as she answered. "Yes...it's true."
Lucifer bristled. "The gall of you! You send my daughter to her death, you claim her body for yourself, and you don't even bother to tell me, her father!" He hurled the words at her, besides himself with rage.
It wasn't like he had the right to hold the higher moral ground over her, given he was literally Satan, and yet when he put it that way...what she had done did sound pretty bad.
Sabrina Spellman had never cared for Lucifer or Prince Caliban, but Sabrina Morningstar had. The dead Sabrina had loved Lucifer as a father and Caliban as a husband. The very least she, the sole living Sabrina, could have done was told them of her counterpart's fate.
But Sabrina Morningstar had given her life to warn her of the oncoming Void, and all Sabrina could focus on was trying to stop it. To ensure her death wasn't in vain.
And then after that- after her aunts pulled her soul from the Void and placed it in her other half's dead body- it was out of the question. The last time she went to visit Lucifer in Hell, he completely disowned her. He had rejected her as his daughter and then banished her from the realm.
He had made his position clear. Sabrina Morningstar was his child, his cherished heir. Sabrina Spellman was just an imposter. If she had gone waltzing into his throne room and broken the news to him that not only was Sabrina Morningstar gone forever, but her soul had taken over her body...he likely would have struck her dead on the spot.
Much like it seemed he was about to now.
"Well, false daughter, I want it back. Her body. Deliver yourself willingly, or I will take her body by force! Either way, Sabrina Morningstar will have a queen's burial in Hell!" he bellowed, and Sabrina's heart sank.
So this was what it would come down to. In a way, she had always known it would. She didn't want to die, she didn't, and Sabrina Morningstar wouldn't have wanted her to die either. But Sabrina had already been willing to sacrifice herself to save those she loved. She had written a note of goodbye to her family before going into the Void, certain she wouldn't be returning. Her coven had bought her another day of life by putting her soul in the other Sabrina's body. But in the end, death had always been inevitable. She would accept her fate bravely.
She took a step in her father's direction, hearing Aunt Zelda cry out her name. They didn't want her to go. They were still willing to fight for her even when there was no hope of winning.
"No, Aunt Zee," she told her aunt softly, as she moved away from the friends and family who loved her and towards the "Father" who hated her, holding her arms out. "You want me. You can have me," she declared.
He seemed suspicious at her ready co-operation. Understandable, given how many times she had already thwarted him.
"Bind your magics with a spell. I want you helpless," he ordered her, proceeding to recount the ancient (and seldom used) incantation that would render her powerless until another saw fit to counter it.
Sabrina had no plan to outwit him now, no last-second plots up her sleeve. She was ready to die. She was ready to meet the other part of her; her other half, her soul twin, Sabrina Morningstar; in the afterlife.
"Bind my hands, tie my tongue, permit my mind to spell-cast none." She repeated the spell back to him, instantly feeling its effects as her magical supply was cut off. There would be no more spell-casting for her. Ever again.
Satisfied, Lucifer extended a hand. "Come to me."
He and Caliban were fixated on her, and there was both hatred and greedy fervour in their eyes.
The few steps it took to reach him seemed to take an eternity, and Sabrina felt strangely numb as she took them. Most of her fear was gone, replaced with acquiescence, and the rest of the world seemed to have ceased to exist. It wasn't until she was directly in front of Lucifer and about to take his hand that she became dimly aware of all the commotion going on behind her.
All the mortals and witches whom she were walking away from were now screaming out her name, begging her to come back, not to do it, and entreating Lucifer to spare her.
As much as she knew she would regret it, she took a glance over her shoulder, seeing every one of their faces.
All of them- Harvey, Roz, Theo, Robin, Prudence and Agatha, Ambrose, Aunt Hilda, Aunt Zee, and Nick...Oh Nick, who was being physically restrained by the other Academy students to stop him from running after her.
They had only just gotten back together and now they would be torn apart forever. They should have had centuries together, grown old together. And she should have been there for her aunties too as they grew old, to care for them and be at their bedside when their times eventually came. But not only would they outlive her, they wouldn't even be able to bury her.
The sacrifice she was making was for all of them. And like Sabrina Morningstar, she didn't want her sacrifice to be in vain.
She halted both her step and the hand she had been reaching out.
"There's one condition." Sabrina met Lucifer's fierce, expectant gaze, matching it with one of her own.
"You can have her body. Give Sabrina Morningstar the royal funeral she deserves. But once I give it up, you will let everyone else here go. The miners, my coven, the mortals. Please," she implored him, and his eyes narrowed, mouth twisting in contempt.
He had never been planning on doing such a thing, she knew it. In his eyes, they were all as guilty as her. Worse even, for it had been her wish to stay with them- back when she and Sabrina had still been one- that had caused her to split herself in the first place. That had led to the cosmos crumbling. That had led to Sabrina Morningstar having to travel to the alternate world where she met her death. Slaughtering them all would avenge her, in his eyes- never mind that his dead queen would have been heartbroken to see it.
There was nothing stopping him from killing her right there and ordering his forces to attack anyway. In fact, she suspected he was about to do just that, and she made one last-ditch attempt to reason with him. "Remember, they meant something to her too once."
Reminding the Dark Lord that his Sabrina had also been part of the Spellman family was a risky venture which may well have only fanned the flames further. But it was difficult to see how things could possibly get worse than they already were. She had nothing left to lose.
And oddly enough, her words did seem to get through to him.
"Fine." His assent was extremely grudging but it was an assent nonetheless.
With still no true idea of whether he planned on keeping his word, she took the final step towards him and placed her hand in his. It instantly closed around hers in a vice grip as he dragged her towards him, pulling her into his arms in what was anything but a hug.
"Dismiss the legion. We have what we came for," he told Caliban, who looked extremely disappointed.
"But Lord Lucifer-" he began to protest, quickly shutting up under the glare Lucifer gave him.
Turning to the miners with a scowl, the prince uttered the incantation to free them from Beelzebub's curse. There was a loud buzz as the swarm of fly demons exited each of their hosts and rose into the air, before disappearing off into the night, presumably to rejoin their master.
Now freed from possession, all the men fell to the ground; coughing, spluttering and in a state of extreme confusion, but alive and otherwise unscathed. Out of the corner of her eye, Sabrina thought she saw Harvey slump against the railings of her porch in relief at seeing his dad return to normal.
She felt a flicker of relief too, which vanished when Lucifer hissed in her ear. "Let us delay no longer, false daughter. Sabrina's funeral arrangements must commence."
Sabrina never got the chance to say goodbye to her loved ones, nor even take another look back and see their faces one last time. In a whirl of fire she, Lucifer and Caliban were gone from the mortal realm, re-appearing in one of the antechambers of Pandemonium's throne room.
It was the same room where she had gathered with Lilith during her brief tenure as Queen of Hell. Where she had brought Ambrose after Aunt Zee insisted she needed an escort, and he had been so psyched to see Hell for himself. Where she and Caliban had sat and read up on the Pygmalion spell and he had first expressed his desire to marry her.
She had declined, of course, but the idea of working together had stuck. She had even started to entertain the possibility that Caliban wasn't actually the Worst.
But as it turned out, he was, and he was showing all his true ugly colors now. Despite having achieved his objective of retrieving his queen's body, he was embittered at being denied the chance to spill the blood of all her family and friends. He glowered at the living Sabrina, hatred etched across every corner of his perfectly sculpted face, before confronting Lucifer.
"You spared them! Those heretics spurned you, forsook you to worship a primitive pagan goddess, and desecrated your daughter's- my wife's body- and you let them live?" he yelled, seething with indignation.
Lucifer had relinquished his grasp on Sabrina, and she had stumbled a few feet away from him, waiting unsteadily in the middle of the floor. His eyes were still on her, hardly glancing in his son-in-law's direction as he growled his response.
"The Greendale coven and their False Goddess are no threat to me. As to that meagre gathering of cottage witches and mortals? Not even worth the effort of destroying. Now be silent. You are trying my patience, boy."
Caliban's nostrils flared at this reprimand though he didn't dare directly contradict the Dark Lord. Unsatisfied, he rounded on Sabrina instead.
"I hope you are proud of yourself, imposter. Savour this victory for it shall be your last." He grabbed the front of her blouse, trying to sneer at her but mostly failing due to his obvious rage. "As it is your first. Sabrina Morningstar was a queen, a goddess, a ruler to millions, a wife! What are you? Nothing. But it was her who walked to her death, to fix your mistake no less. It should have been you!"
His words were oddly familiar to Sabrina's ears. Thinking back- to a time in which she and Sabrina Morningstar were one and the same- she remembered where she had heard them. It should have been you. The very same line Harvey's dad had thrown at him after Tommy's funeral. Only now did she have any true insight into how Harvey must have felt at the time...and she felt exactly the same way.
But despite her grief, she was not about to weep and cower in front of these two. Instead she stood upright, glaring back at Caliban as she hotly retorted. "I wish it had been me. I wish to Satan it had been me!"
Caliban only sneered even more at her bravado, while Lucifer himself let out a dark, wholly humorless laugh.
"Then I will grant you your wish, false daughter."
He raised his hand in her direction and she thought she knew what was coming. He would clench his fist and twist his wrist, and her neck would snap with it. A quick, clean death. It was a relief, though she hadn't been expecting anything drawn-out or too gruesome. They wanted Sabrina Morningstar's body to be whole and untarnished for her royal burial.
Sabrina Spellman would accept it. Screwing her eyes shut, she waited for the end to come.
But it never did. Before Lucifer could make that fatal gesture, Caliban chose to interrupt.
"Wait." Sabrina opened her eyes again, seeing the prince's face was mere inches from hers. "The queen must receive her burial, and she shall. But first..."
His hand was still clutching at her front, his eyes still glaring at her with intense hatred. Yet there was something else in them...and Sabrina didn't like it one bit.
She had seen it in him before, while they had been competing for the throne of Hell. When she had first appeared before him on the Shores of Sorrow; when she had been crawling on the ground and he had stolen Herod's crown from her instead of helping her; and when she had later punched him in the face for it.
And again, in a softer form, when he had proposed to her that they marry and rule Hell together...and suggested their alliance be carnal in nature.
He smirked as he looked her up and down hungrily . "My beautiful bride and I were torn apart so cruelly. We barely had the time to say goodbye to one another. If only I had had the opportunity to share one final passionate embrace with her..." He sighed wistfully, smirk momentarily replaced by an unconvincing expression of sorrow.
Sabrina really had to wonder. Had he even cared about Sabrina Morningstar at all? She doubted it. She just knew marrying him had been a mistake on her other self's part. In what world could she have ever managed to fall in love with him as deeply as she had? It seemed obvious to her that he had only ever liked Sabrina for her body and her crown.
The former became all the more apparent as he continued, "Yet while her body still holds life- even if it isn't her own- it seems I've been given a last chance." He caressed her cheek, just like he had before leaving her trapped in the Ninth Circle of Hell for all eternity, while Sabrina's blood ran cold.
He's...he's not serious, is he?
"No," was all she said at first. Her blunt refusal did absolutely nothing to deter Caliban. If anything, it seemed to spur him on. His loathsome smile widened as he continued stroking her flustered face, undoing the top button on her blouse.
Outraged at his audaciousness, she slapped that hand away before he could undo any more. "No way! I agreed to surrender my body so Sabrina could be buried. I didn't agree to do it so you could get laid one last time!"
She cast an anxious look at Lucifer, who was remaining unusually quiet during all of this.
His arms were folded, watching them with a mixture of annoyance and boredom...yet he voiced no objections to Caliban's harassment. Sabrina wasn't sure why she had been expecting him to. She wanted to call out to him, to...what? Remind him he had a funeral to plan? A burial to prepare? That he had brought her here to murder her?
But Caliban tightened his grasp on her chin and turned her face back to his. "It's my wife's body, not yours. She would have agreed to it," he cajoled, leaning in to try and kiss her, and she shoved him.
"No! She wouldn't have agreed to this! She wouldn't have wanted this!" she shouted, attempting to pry his hand off her without success as he tugged at her blouse again.
He's not teasing. He's serious. He really means to assault me, she realized in panic. She desperately tried to reason with him. "It's her body, but it's still not her! It's me, Sabrina Spellman, and you're not my husband! My boyfriend is Nick! He's the one I love and the only one I'll ever be intimate with-"
The last part of this terrified babble was what finally caught the Dark Lord's attention.
It was like a switch had been flipped. All his indifference vanished, posture going rigid as he stared straight at his daughter.
"You laid with Nicholas Scratch?" he asked, in a voice that was dangerously quiet.
Sabrina went white, discerning that she had just made a grave error. She could sense something had shifted in him and was forced to acknowledge she had been wrong earlier. Things could always get worse...and they were just about to.
"So sending my daughter to die, neglecting to inform me of her death, and stealing her body for yourself was not enough for you, girl? You also mean to tell me that in addition to all those affronts...you allowed your filthy pet warlock to defile her? Is that true, false daughter?" he demanded to know, advancing on her while she backed away- Caliban having released her to get out of the Dark Lord's path himself- until she hit the table.
Cornered, she was unable to do anything when Lucifer reached her and seized her roughly by the throat.
"I...I-" Sabrina gasped for air. Even if she had been able to speak, there was nothing she could say. It was true.
After her aunties saved her from the Void and put her in Sabrina Morningstar's body, and then they discovered the Void had disappeared...she had thought it was finally all over. She had felt a sense of relief that they no longer had to worry about the Eldritch Terrors and Blackwood's machinations. But she had also held a deep grief for her other half, along with a huge amount of guilt that she had been the one to survive while Sabrina Morningstar perished.
She found her solace in Nick's loving arms that night. It hadn't seemed wrong at the time. This was the body she was going to be in for the rest of her life, the same one she had lived in before she made the split. She had to embrace it as her own.
But again, when Lucifer described it in such a way...it sounded awful.
She didn't dare affirm his suspicions out loud, let alone try to begin justifying her actions. But her silence spoke for her. His face darkened in a deadlier rage than she had ever seen.
"You whore!" he roared, his backhand striking her so hard across the face that she was sent careening back. She landed heavily on the table surface, head spinning and vision blurry from the blow, her cheek burning like it was on fire. She lay in a daze, eyes watering, too stunned to move or think clearly. She was barely even aware of her surroundings until Caliban materialized next to her.
He cupped her cheek, his hand tender on her searing skin. "My lady will bruise," he said to Lucifer accusingly.
His lady? Sabrina, still in a stupor, was bemused by his words and his strange concern. But as lucidity returned, she understood. His lady was Sabrina Morningstar, the dead wife he wanted to preserve. How silly to think he had actually been defending her. She was just a body to him now.
Lucifer dismissed Caliban's reproach. "It can be concealed." The immense hatred in his eyes as he gazed down at her was chilling to see, and there was utter contempt in his tone as he spoke.
"You saw fit to take my daughter's body, interloper. You can take everything that comes with it. Caliban-" As the prince turned to him hopefully, he practically spat, "-Have your fun with her."
His denouncement was like a second death sentence. Sabrina screamed as Caliban wasted no time in moving in on her.
"No!"
He ignored her protest, pinning her down with his superior strength and yanking at her top once more, not bothering with the buttons this time. She let out another shriek as the fabric shredded. "No! Get off me, you bastard! Get off me!"
She tried to kick at him and he caught hold of her leg. "Oh, how could I ever forget that spirited nature of yours," he chortled, running a hand up her leg to knead her thigh. "I'll admit, I missed it. My wife was so much more docile than you...in bed anyway."
Tears of anger and humiliation welled at Sabrina's eyes, blinding her further. That he had the audacity to bring up Sabrina Morningstar, to talk about her in such a way, and compare them while assaulting her no less...it was more than she could bear. She had been willing to accept death at Lucifer's hands; glad even. But he had faded into the background now, having condemned her to a fate worse than anything she could have foreseen.
She clutched her ruined blouse to herself, trying to keep her chest covered. Caliban soon ripped it away from her, leaving her in her black lace bra. Admiring the sight, he smiled to himself as his eyes raked across her half-clothed body.
Then in a startlingly quick movement, he reached down and tore that off too.
With a squeak of terror, Sabrina tried to hide her exposed breasts with her hands while Caliban tried to pull them away. "You don't need to be modest, princess. I've seen them before," he coaxed, as she squirmed and fought against him. Pausing, he tilted his head to one side and gave her a knowing smirk. "Many, many times before..."
"No..."
He raised a brow. "You keep saying that. But you don't really mean it." He let those words hang, watching Sabrina's face redden over the offensive absurdity of them, before mischievously adding, "She never did."
Sabrina lost it at that. She went into a violent frenzy, kicking and lashing out as much as she could while keeping herself covered.
"Fuck you!" she screeched at him, and he laughed.
"What do you think I'm doing?" He tried to restrain her, attempting to pry her arm from her chest while avoiding the rest of her flailing limbs. The two of them struggled like that for a while, which ended when Sabrina managed to land a kick in a rather sensitive area.
Grunting in pain, Caliban scowled down at her. "As cute as all your attempts to fight me are, I'm growing impatient here." He snapped his fingers and Sabrina felt her body go limp. She could still move her head, but her arms and legs had been disabled by some kind of immobilizing spell.
Now completely and utterly defenceless, she could do nothing more to stall him. Her arms were pulled from where she held them and placed at her side. She lay half-naked and exposed while Caliban got on top of her, a wicked gleam in his misleadingly angelic blue eyes as he examined her.
"Oh, much better," he breathed, burying his face in her chest.
"Please don't-" Sabrina's plea ended in a gasp when he took one of her rosy nipples in his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it, squeezing her other breast hard, which seemed so small in his large hand. "S-stop..." She tried again, though it was futile.
He ignored all her weak protests as he continued to tease and play with her, alternating between her breasts, until one of his roaming hands wandered lower and lower. It delved into her pants, and Sabrina's pleading reached a new pitch.
"No, no, stop!" He pushed her lace panties aside, pointer finger plunging into her folds. "Stop, stop!"
Lifting his golden head from her chest, which was wet with saliva, he shot her a devilish smile. "Relax, princess. I know what I'm doing. I'm very well acquainted with this body you've stolen, much more than your lowly warlock boyfriend. Be happy I'm about to show you a taste of true unholy pleasure before you leave this world."
Moving up her body, he grasped her hair to prevent her from turning away as he roughly crashed his lips against hers. His tongue forced itself into her mouth, just as his finger jammed its way into her tight opening. He fingered her furiously, thumb kneading at her clitoris, and Sabrina forced down any sensations of pleasure that might have arisen from it. Whatever he said, Nick was better.
Her Nicholas, whom she would never see again...
When Caliban finally broke the kiss, he saw her wide brown eyes were shining with tears.
"Please...Caliban, I'm begging you. If you had any love for Sabrina Morningstar at all, don't do this. I'm not her! I might be in her body but I'm not her!" Sabrina Morningstar had loved him. And she had been the same person as her, once upon a time. Surely, she must have seen something in him, some...good, in him. It couldn't have all just been about sex and power. It couldn't have been.
Caliban studied her tearful face thoughtfully, and for the most fleeting moment, she thought she may have gotten through to him.
Then he said, "I know you're not her. If you were, all your pretty pleas might actually mean something to me."
With that, her hopes were dashed. He laughed sadistically as he stripped the remainder of her clothing from her, while she craned her neck, desperately looking for Lucifer. She had almost forgotten he was there. If he even was there. He seemed to have disappeared after he gave free reign to Caliban.
"Dad? Dad! Help me, Dad! Don't let him do this to me! Dad!" she screamed, in the most vain hope that his black heart might be stirred.
How...how could he do this? How could he stand by and let his own daughter be raped? She knew he was evil incarnate, the Devil himself, but still...she had wanted to believe some part of him might have cared for her in his own narcissistic way.
But her cries went unanswered.
Caliban forced her to face him again. "Daddy won't help you. You're not his little girl. She was, but you...well, you are the one who chose to turn your back on him. Don't be so shocked that he's now turned his back on you," he told her softly but brutally, and Sabrina knew he was right.
Any father-daughter bond she might have had with Lucifer was lost when she decided to split herself. She hadn't even wanted one. She hadn't wanted to be Queen of Hell. She had just wanted to return to the Spellman family- her real family- and live a normal life with her friends on Earth. And she had, for a time.
Sabrina Morningstar was the daughter Lucifer had wanted and she was the daughter he had gotten. She was the wife that Caliban had wanted, the Queen that Hell had deserved. And she had fulfilled all those roles to perfection, all the way up until her tragic untimely death.
What was Sabrina Spellman? Nothing now. She would die as nothing. Because she meant nothing to anyone here- not the denizens of Hell, not Caliban, and not Lucifer. But this was where she would die and be buried, and the name written on her grave would not be Sabrina Spellman, but Sabrina Morningstar.
And her False Father would be the one to put her there.
Something broke in Sabrina then. It caused her to shut down completely. If nothing was what she was then nothing was what she would become. So she said and did nothing as Caliban spread her legs apart and positioned himself at her entrance. She made no sound as he pushed into her unwilling body, nor when he took to fucking her with the same fury in which his fingers had.
There came no more crying and begging from her, and no more protests. No attempts to struggle, which would have been impossible anyway with the binding spell he had placed on her. She willed herself to become as cold and dead as she knew she soon would be. She made herself feel nothing, suppressing her own response to her stolen body's instinctive reactions to sex. The sensation of him inside her was not unpleasant and she grew wetter with each thrust, but she let no moans or gasps escape her.
That wasn't for a lack of trying on Caliban's part, though. He toyed with her to his hearts content- tugging at her hair, fondling her breasts, groping at her ass, forcing more violent kisses onto her unyielding mouth. Nothing prompted a response from her. She would give him no such satisfaction. Sabrina Morningstar might have enjoyed being with him but Sabrina Spellman certainly didn't.
It didn't seem to bother him much at first, lost as he was in using her body, and whatever perverse delight he was getting out of hurting her. It didn't take too long for him to grow frustrated with her notable lack of participation, however. He eventually stilled on top of her, halting his thrusts.
"Hmph. I thought your feistiness might spice things up, but I may as well be fucking her corpse for all the signs of life you're showing!" He was panting in exertion, his handsome face flushed with pleasure, but an annoyed frown had made its way onto it.
Sabrina was willing to bet he was nearly as much of a narcissist as Lucifer himself, and her lack of reception was clearly bruising his ego. She didn't respond to his derogatory statement either, only fixing him with a dead-eyed stare.
His cheeks reddened further, his earlier rage returning with a vengeance. "You cold bitch. So this is how you're going to be."
He suddenly pulled out of her, and she had a glimmer of ghoulish hope that she had managed to provoke him enough to kill her. Her ordeal might finally be over...even if it was in a more permanent way than she would have liked.
But his hands were soon on her again, turning her onto her front so she was bent over the table.
"What a lovely ass this is," he commented, smacking it hard. "A pity my lady would never let me use it. I always respected her wishes, but since you're not her..."
Sabrina's eyes widened in horror.
"No-"
"I thought that might get a response," he snickered from behind her, his hardness pressing against her back entrance, and she tensed up.
"No, please not there- oh!" He thrust forward.
The pain was unimaginable. Losing her vaginal virginity hadn't hurt so much- barely hurt at all, actually. She had been worried that it would, having heard stories of disastrous first times from other girls at school, and even the descriptions in Hilda's trashy romance novels usually made a point of describing pain and blood (though it would all miraculously turn out good in the end). But Nick had been so gentle and patient, and made sure she was well-prepared.
She was not remotely prepared now. Nor did her body have any natural way to ease her as he buried his full length in her tight rear, the tiny hole straining to accommodate his considerable size.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned obscenely, and she whimpered. He didn't move; staying inside her for a long, excruciating while as she clenched around him, feeling like she was being impaled; before eventually slipping most of the way out. The temporary relief this gave her was almost a sweet bliss in itself.
The relief didn't last. She barely had a second to enjoy her respite before he had plunged into her again, his hips slapping against hers, and he gave her no more time to adjust to him as he began pounding at her.
She desperately tried to stop herself from crying out, biting down on her lip, unable to properly stifle the small sounds of pain from leaving her mouth. They were largely drowned out by the louder, lewder noises that came from him while he ruthlessly fucked her in the ass. An act she would have been nervous about even letting Nick do, now being taken from her by someone she hated and without her consent...yet with her father's.
She couldn't even think about Lucifer's betrayal now though. The current physical torment she was being subjected to was all she could focus on. She didn't need to suppress any pleasured reactions any more, for she felt none. All her efforts were solely concentrated on trying to stop herself from screaming in pain. Her eyes were streaming, her lip bleeding from how hard she was biting it.
But it eventually got to the point where she could hold it in no longer. A shriek of pure agony tore forth from her, piercing enough to make her own ears ring.
Caliban paused upon hearing it, unfortunately still inside her. Sabrina suddenly felt very glad she couldn't see his face, for she was sure the gloating grin on it would have been intolerable. He pulled her into what might have been a standing position (if she could actually stand), an arm around her torso supporting her while his fingers delved back into her folds.
"My apologies, my lady, for neglecting your pleasure," he murmured to her, his addressal tinged with sarcasm, his thumb teasing her clit.
Sabrina didn't want any sexual pleasure from him. She wanted him out of her, off of her, to leave her alone and let her die with some trace of dignity still remaining. But that was not what she would get. He resumed his pounding of her ass with even more ardor, if that was even possible, and the slick his stimulation created was useless where it was.
It seemed pain and humiliation was all she would know for the remainder of her short life. Her tears fell onto the table surface below her and her sobs left her, as she gave up on hiding them. She cried out with every one of Caliban's thrusts, each one seeming to tear her apart. Her resolve was breaking down and so was she. She needed to find an out, no matter what it was.
With some effort, she raised her head to survey the room she would likely die in, her vision sparkling from the excess water in it. That was when she saw him.
Her father, Lucifer Morningstar, who had washed his hands of her and abandoned her to Caliban's non-existent mercy.
He leaned idly against one of the archways, having divested himself of his armor and reverted back to one of his flashy, loosely buttoned jackets. His body language was relaxed but his eyes were fixed intently on her, distinctly devoid of any emotion. Only an icy indifference.
Had he been there the whole time? Watching as his daughter was savagely raped, listening as she cried and begged for mercy? She was sure he had genuinely loved Sabrina Morningstar, and while she and Sabrina Spellman were different people now, they had once been the same. It was purely by chance that Sabrina Morningstar had been the Sabrina he got, but they were both equally his. He would never have stood by while this happened to her, let alone approved of it. So how could he do it now?
She called out to him. Had she been able to move, she would have reached out to him too.
"Dad!" It must have been the most plaintive, heart-rending cry she had ever emitted. His only response was to pointedly look away. Sure that her hopes couldn't be quashed any more than they already were, Sabrina doubled down on her efforts. "Dad, please! Help me! Help me!"
Her father was not moved by her pleas. Seeming entirely disinterested, he unfolded his arms and straightened up from his slouched position; not to come and help her, but to begin walking away.
Sabrina refused to give up.
"I'm your daughter! Your daughter!" she screamed after him, as though the reminder alone could break whatever delusion he was under. As though he might suddenly remember she was not merely a magical clone of his daughter but one and the same, only from a slightly different time.
And she thought she might have succeeded. Lucifer immediately stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to face her once more.
All the cold indifference had left his features...
...and been replaced by the purest rage. His handsome face was twisted, green eyes blazing with a violent hatred that seemed to burn right through her.
The entire atmosphere around him darkened, and Sabrina was overcome with a visceral fear she hadn't thought would be possible for her to feel any more as he stormed towards them. She was already in the worst situation she could possibly be in, wasn't she? But she had once again been proven wrong. Things could still get worse, and they would get worse still.
Lucifer reached her in an impossibly short amount of time, seizing her in another one of his choke-holds with a snarl.
"You-"
Using his grip on her throat to drag her up and away from the table, he pushed her against Caliban, who chuckled darkly as she was stabbed further onto him.
"-Are not-"
With one hand still squeezing her windpipe while she coughed for air, he undid his dark leather pants with the other, relinquishing himself from their constraints and placing himself at her front entrance.
"-My daughter!"
A single horrified gasp escaped Sabrina as her father forced himself inside her.
His actions caused her little in the way of physical pain. Her cunt had been left wet and wanting, and he slid into it with relative ease despite his massive size. Yet his assault tore at her far more than Caliban's did. His was a reckless violation against her, a violent act of misogyny.
This, on the other hand, seemed like a violation of nature itself. It was so wrong, so taboo, and a line she hadn't thought even Lucifer capable of crossing up until now.
But she had heard him. According to him, she wasn't his daughter. So she supposed he didn't see anything wrong with what he was doing to her now.
Sabrina did, though. Her mind was numb with disgust as the two men abused her, used her body- the same body they had claimed to honor so much. But she was sure that their motivations no longer had anything to do with avenging Sabrina Morningstar's death, nor any supposed defilement that had been done to her.
No, it was about defiling Sabrina Spellman instead- putting her in her place, punishing her for being the one to live after daring to reject them, destroying her completely before they killed her too.
She could hardly wait for it. Even if some unholy miracle were to spirit her away now, whisk her out of the clutches of these two depraved monsters and back to the protective arms of her Aunties, she didn't see how she would be able to go on now she had been polluted so.
Every time she looked at her reflection in the mirror or looked down at herself, at Sabrina Morningstar's body, she would be forced to relive it...and she couldn't live with it. She couldn't live in this body any longer.
But she was tied to it now, in synch with all its natural reactions, and as sickened as she was by what was being done to her- to Sabrina Morningstar- she was even more sickened by the heady glow re-igniting in her core. The stabbing pain Caliban was causing her had finally begun to subside, leaving her with a dull ache and a strange sense of fullness which didn't feel so bad. It might have even felt good.
But it was Lucifer who had really stoked the flames of physical passion in her. Her clit burned, her slick cunt seeming to suck him in. Each thrust sent a shiver of pleasure through her as he forced his way into her, over and over.
Sabrina couldn't understand it. She was being violated by a demon who had left her encased in stone for all eternity and her own father. She should be hating this. She did hate it. But the body she had stolen for herself was clearly relishing it.
There had been nights where she had laid between the sheets of her virgin's bed and fantasized about being penetrated by multiple partners. There had been nights where she had entertained the odd stray fantasy about the insufferably handsome Prince Caliban. There had even been nights where she fantasized about being ravaged, in a seeming contradiction to all her feminist ideals.
But she had never once thought anything like this would happen and she certainly never wanted it to. Because despite what men like Lucifer and Caliban thought, no woman ever wanted to be raped.
She wept while they fucked her, little moans escaping her between the resounding sobs of despair. Still trapped under the binding spell, their touch was only thing keeping her up. Caliban gripped her hair while Lucifer maintained his hold on her throat, applying enough pressure to be uncomfortable, but giving her enough leeway to breathe. He brought her leg up to hook around his waist, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper.
Between him and Caliban, Sabrina felt like she was filled to the point of bursting; like she would split apart at the seams.
Caliban was the first one to climax. His thrusts became quicker, his breathing became shorter, and then he came to a still behind her. He finished with a low groan and one last hard thrust, spilling himself into her abused bowels. He placed a lingering kiss on her shoulder, followed by a bite, before withdrawing himself from her body, and Sabrina felt a sense of both loss and immense relief at the absence. He smirked back at her as he pulled his clothes on, settling himself down on one of the chairs by the fireplace and waiting for Lucifer to be done with her.
But her father was far from done yet. It was as though he had simply been waiting to have her all to himself.
Pushing her back against the table, he took to her with such a ferocity that the surface creaked, threatening to collapse under her. He grabbed her ankles, bringing them to rest on his shoulders while he ploughed into her.
And not a sound came from him as he did. No groans, no moans, no salacious comments like there had been from Caliban. He showed little interest in her body- no teasing, no groping at her breasts or ass, and certainly no kissing- hardly touching her at all other than to keep her in place and retain his constant choke-hold. Sabrina wasn't sorry about the lack of attention. But it did seem bizarre that sex, even against her will, could be so sexless.
Then again...this wasn't a sexual act. It was a violent one which would end with her murder.
Even so, her body still seemed to see it as such. She was moister than ever, which was just as well considering the punishing pace in which he was going at her. Her cunt was making indecent little wet noises as he slid in and out of her, and the shivers of pleasure she had been getting before were now becoming jolts, like she was being zapped with a electric current.
This shouldn't feel as good as it did...yet it did. There was a pressure building in her, one she recognized from her times with Nick and with herself. It had never been as strong as it was now, and it frightened her.
She tried to resist the pressure at first, in an effort to retain some of her pride and avoid further humiliation at the hands of her abusers. But it proved to be too strong, and she was so weary from her ordeal. Maybe her soul and her stolen body just welcomed the last chance she would have to feel any kind of escape, even if it had been brought on by the most abhorrent of circumstances. She cried out as she came, the pleasure that had been building in her core surging outwards and searing her senses with bliss.
It was the most heavenly sensation she had ever felt, which was rather ironic considering she was in the depths of Hell, being raped by the Devil.
Lucifer's own release came soon afterwards. Perhaps he had been waiting for her- for what he saw as the confirmation that she was not his daughter but a whore. Now that he had it, he was fully satiated. His grip on her throat tightened to the point of choking her and a soft grunt escaped him- virtually the only sound he had made so far- as he throbbed and came inside of her, his hot seed seeming to burn more than was natural. It filled her to the brim, some of it oozing from her when he finally pulled out.
Her tear-filled eyes chanced a glance downwards, and she almost vomited. The gooey black substance seeping out from between her legs...was certainly not normal. It looked like tar, or pitch...or like the residue she had removed from Nick. Now it was in her, likely poisoning her insides.
But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered any more.
Lucifer took a couple of heavy breaths as he stood over her spent body, hardly seeming fatigued at all despite the vicious assault he had just subjected her to. She slid to the ground when he released his hold on her, instinctively reaching out to brace her fall. It looked like the spell Caliban had cast was wearing off. Even so, she couldn't move. Any good feelings left over from her dizzying climax were fading fast; replaced with pain, despair and an overwhelming shame.
She curled up on the floor, hiding under the table, trying to make herself as small as possible. Closing her eyes, she let everything around her become a blur once more, like she was hovering between the state of waking and dreaming. She could vaguely make out Lucifer and Caliban's voices conversing and heard her name mentioned a few times, but she didn't bother deciphering what they were saying about her. She could guess anyway.
She lay and waited to die.
Then a new sound cut across her dreamlike stupor. It was the sound of footsteps approaching- ones Sabrina recognized well. There were many infernal Ladies in Pandemonium who wore high heels, but only one who walked with such purpose.
Sabrina opened her eyes again, watching Lilith's stilettoed feet draw to a stop before them.
"Lilith. What do you want?" Caliban asked lazily, not having moved from his chair.
"My Lords. I heard of your return, and..." the demoness began, addressing the men with a calm collectivity which soon trailed off. Raising her gaze further, Sabrina saw Lilith staring down at her, bright blue eyes wide with shock. She apparently hadn't noticed Sabrina's broken form upon first entering the room...and had likely been expecting to find her dead. Not alive, and definitely not in the state she was now.
She quickly re-composed herself, however.
"I see your campaign to retrieve the queen's body was successful." If she was disgusted by what else they had done then she showed none of it.
"Indeed."
Sabrina couldn't even bring herself to look at Lucifer, yet she could deduce from the disinterested manner in which he addressed his former handmaiden that he had hardly even acknowledged her presence.
Lilith was not deterred. "Then thanks to the correct information I gave you, you will be able to bury your daughter with all the grace that a Queen of Hell deserves. Now...may I have my powers back, as promised?"
She received no answer. She persisted nonetheless, her demeanor starting to betray some of her anxiety. "You swore on the Book of the Beast-"
"Fine." Lucifer conceded with very much the same ungracious tone in which he had agreed to spare the coven. Striding over to his former concubine, he placed a hand atop her head. "As your reward for selling out Sabrina Spellman and her coven, traitorous witch, I hereby restore your powers."
Even Sabrina, powerless as she was herself, felt the rush of energy in the air as Lilith's magics returned to her. The demoness basked in it, a small smile alighting her face, which disappeared when Lucifer's grasp on her tightened painfully. His nails dug into her scalp as he hissed in her face.
"Now get away from here, harlot, and take heed that I never see your face again. For if I do then you shall wish you were dead."
Lilith frantically nodded, expression fearful, and he shoved her away from him in disgust. She staggered back, steadying herself before making to leave. A weak voice called out to her before she could.
"Wait, Lilith!" Disorientated as Sabrina was, some of what Lilith and Lucifer said to each other had managed to register with her, and she was extremely confused by it. Why had Lilith lost her powers? In what way had she "sold her out"? She needed answers.
And she needed to keep Lilith here. She knew Madam Satan was unable to protect her- if she was even willing to protect her- and that death was inevitable. But an irrational part of her subconscious felt safer with a female figure around, as though she might be shielded from suffering more of the abuse she already had, naïve as it was. From the few discussions that she and Lilith had about Lucifer, she had deduced that the concubine had suffered her own share of abuse. If she hadn't been able to stop it from happening to herself then she definitely couldn't stop it happening to Sabrina.
She thought Lilith might continue walking, knowing this. But she paused, possibly in spite of herself, glancing down at the young witch. Sabrina had forced herself into a sitting position with some effort, clutching the table leg to support herself as she gazed at the demoness with wide eyes.
"I don't understand. You sold me out? Sold the coven out? How?"
Lilith was quiet, now looking at the floor instead. There was something she really didn't want to tell her. Sabrina felt like her brain was too misty with despair and fear to function properly but as she mulled over Lucifer and Lilith's conversation, the ugly truth hit her like a slap in the face.
She had wondered how Lucifer found out about Sabrina Morningstar's death and her soul transference. Someone must have told him. Now she knew who.
After everything Aunt Zee and the coven had done for Lilith! After they had delivered baby Adam, saving his and her life. After they had risked their own lives to shield both mother and son from the Plague Kings when they came to kill him. After they had offered her and Adam shelter from Lucifer, indefinitely. All that, just so she could go back to him and tell on them.
"Why...?" she whispered, fresh tears welling up. She felt even more betrayed than she had after finding out Lilith had engineered the apocalypse. Maybe she should have learned her lesson back then.
Lilith still didn't dignify her with an answer. Lucifer, on the other hand, laughed coldly at Sabrina's reproachful refrain.
"Why not? Clearly you don't know Lilith like I do, false daughter. There is nothing and nobody in the entire cosmos she won't sell if she thinks she can gain something from it. I used to enjoy that about her when she was my whore."
There was almost an equal amount of hatred in his expression as he looked between the two women. "But in this case, she wanted me to give her powers back. After I took them away as her punishment for butchering my son."
Sabrina had another very brief second of confusion during which she wondered what Lucifer was talking about. His son? Did she have a brother in Hell whom she had never heard about?
Then the truth hit her again, and it was an even more horrifying blow than the last.
He meant baby Adam. The little boy whom Aunt Zee had delivered, whom all the witches in the coven had fussed over. Lilith's own child.
That couldn't be right. Lucifer must be mistaken. No one in the coven had seen Adam for a while but that was because Lilith had sent him away, right? She couldn't have killed her own baby. She wouldn't. She might be a power-hungry, man-eating demoness, but surely she wouldn't stoop so low as to kill her own son. Surely not. Not unless...
...Not unless Lucifer also happened to be said son's father.
Sabrina doubted she could ever feel as much disgust towards anyone as she now did towards him and Caliban. But Lilith had managed to come startlingly close.
"You killed your own baby?" she gasped, while the demoness stubbornly refused to meet her gaze. Then another sad afterthought occurred to Sabrina. "...My brother?"
Her brother. Adam had been her brother. Yet she had never even met him properly. The only time she'd even seen him was when she encountered Lilith in Blackwood's perverse alternate universe. All the other witches in the coven had fawned over him but Sabrina had never been much of a baby person, and she'd been far more caught up in maintaining her secret friendship with Sabrina Morningstar and tackling the Eldritch Terrors. She always thought she would be able to get to know him better once everything was back to normal.
But "normal" didn't exist in Sabrina's world, and now her little brother was dead. His innocent life had been snuffed out before he had even had the chance to live. Like her, like Sabrina Morningstar, he had been born of Satan, and all three of them had paid the price.
The tears pooling in Sabrina's eyes now poured freely. She buried her face in her knees, which she had drawn up to her chest, curling in on herself again as she broke down. She wept for poor little baby Adam, for the dead Sabrina, for her soon-to-be-dead self. She no longer cared about where she was, or who was watching. She had almost forgotten they were even there until she heard Lucifer tutting.
He made his way over to her, kneeling down next to her while she kept her head down and trailing his fingers through her white blonde hair. If she didn't know any better, it would seem like a comforting gesture.
"Oh, there there. Come now, Sabrina. There's no need to cry." He spoke to her more softly than he had done all evening. Despite his words, Sabrina cried even harder. Could he not understand her grief? He was distraught enough over Sabrina Morningstar's death, as was she. He must have been sad about Adam's death too. Could they not relate over this? Her whole body shook with sobs as she mourned her siblings.
Her father tutted again, leaning in closer to her.
"You have nothing to cry about, false daughter. After all, he wasn't your brother." Startled by this cruel, untrue statement, Sabrina looked up.
Absolutely none of the gentleness that had been in Lucifer's tone was showing on his face. His eyes were darker and more hostile than ever, and she saw death in them.
The hand entwined in her curls suddenly balled into a fist. She shrieked in pain and fright as he dragged her forward, out from under the table where she had been sheltering herself. Gripping her hair so hard that she thought he might tear it out at the roots, he forced her to face him, to look up into his hateful gaze as he reiterated the same sentiment as before.
"He wasn't your brother, for you are not my daughter!" With that, he threw her backwards.
There was nothing to soften her landing or break her fall. The back of her head hit the hard floor with about as much force as it could, and the pain that erupted in her skull was almost blinding. She blinked a few times, struggling to stay coherent, but the darkness was already setting in.
The last thing she saw before blacking out was the flickering light of the fire, and her False Father's hate-filled glare.
And then there was nothing but pure darkness, and peace.
She awoke to darkness.
Sabrina didn't know where she was at first, or what had happened. She lay in the pitch black, puzzling as to why it was so dark. Normally the moonlight would be streaming in through the circular window behind her bed, brightening her room with its glow. Even on cloudy nights there would usually be a small amount of light coming from the distant street lamps, enough for her to make out a few outlines anyway. She couldn't see a thing now.
It was a moment of confusion which was soon followed by alarming clarity as all her recollections of the day before came rushing back to her. She remembered her ill-fated birthday party, Lucifer and Caliban's attack, their capture of her, their brutal assault on her, hearing of Adam's death, and Lucifer throwing her to the ground.
She knew the traumatizing truth of what had happened to her. But she still didn't know where she was.
She didn't even know why she was still alive...if she even was still alive. Perhaps this was the Sweet Hereafter that she had heard about. She never imagined it would be so dark. So much for the light at the end of the tunnel.
At least it smelled quite nice; a bittersweet scent tinged with magic, which seemed extremely familiar to her yet she couldn't quite place. The atmosphere was pleasantly warm too. Apparently it wasn't just Hell that was hot.
Wanting to investigate her surroundings further, she tried to sit up and instantly regretted it as she was accosted with pain. A sharp pain in her head- which felt extremely heavy- and a duller pain in the lower region of her body. Wincing, she dismissed any possibilities of her being dead. It seemed unlikely any injuries obtained in life would be carried over to the netherworld. That just wouldn't be right.
She guessed she was glad to still be alive, but that only raised more questions.
Namely, where the Heaven am I?
She attempted to conjure a ball of light to better see her vicinity, remembering with dismay that she had bound her magic when absolutely nothing happened. So she had no way to see. Great. She groped around in the darkness, hoping she might find a bedside lamp, and was pleasantly surprised when her hand soon closed around one. As she turned it on, it began burning with a dim blue flame that didn't do much to illuminate the room, but did manage to give her enough light to see what was near her.
There was a lot to see.
The first thing she noticed was the walls. They seemed to shine in the dull light, like they were made of metal- possibly even gold- and they had been intricately carved with all kinds of Satanic imagery, protective charms and demonic sigils.
So she was still in Hell, by the looks of things. Imprisoned in the palace, likely.
Yet even this seemed off. Lucifer and Prince Caliban had not taken her as a prisoner. They had taken her because they wanted her corpse, to bury as Sabrina Morningstar. Why would they lock her in a cell? Was she to be killed in a scheduled execution before the hordes of Hell for her supposed crimes? Or did one of them- most likely Caliban- want to toy with her again before killing her? Did they want her to suffer even more before she died?
If so, then this was the most bizarre cell she had ever seen. Not that she had seen the inside of many cells other than the witches cells and that outdoor cage at Golgotha, but still.
This seemed more like a storage room than anything; one that stored the most beautiful, opulent and mysterious of items. Paintings, sculptures, boxes of jewelry, spell books, even several instruments including a harp and a grand piano.
She held the light up as she walked around the room, taking it all in. Until she got to an object she recognized very well.
It was the golden mirrored dressing table from the throne room's antechamber. The very same one she had sat at with Sabrina when she first visited her, and where she had been getting ready for her wedding to Caliban. As Sabrina stared down at it, reeling from those memories which seemed so distant, she came to a disturbing realization.
Everything in this room had belonged to Sabrina Morningstar.
That didn't explain why she, Sabrina Spellman, was locked in here with it all...but she was beginning to get some suspicions. Stepping closer to the mirror, she caught sight of her reflection. It nearly caused her to drop the lamp.
She had imagined herself to look like a pitiable, dishevelled mess. That was what she must have looked like by the time Lucifer knocked her out.
But it seemed that while she had been unconscious, someone- or more likely an entire team- had given her the makeover of her life. Her face had been immaculately made up, her fluffy white curls carefully styled. She was dressed in a gown of purest white silk, her neck and wrists draped in sparkling gems, and the infernal crown had been placed on her head. No wonder it had felt so heavy.
She tried to take it off but found she couldn't. It had been fixed to her by some spell she was unable to lift.
It wasn't the only grisly discovery she made. She had noticed that the familiar bittersweet scent wasn't coming from the atmosphere, but from her...and she recognized what it was now. A magical infusion of myrrh witches used on their dead, to prevent their flesh from rotting and keep them perfectly preserved. She used it on this very body when she prepared Sabrina Morningstar for burial, and it had been the first thing to hit her nostrils after her aunts pulled her soul from the Void and placed it in her body.
But Sabrina wasn't dead.
Panic began to set in as she hastily resumed her walk around the room, searching for the door. She circled the perimeter several times, examining the wall, but there was no door or even window to be seen. The closest thing she found to one was the outline of an archway at the front of the room...which appeared to have been filled in.
Sabrina came to a sudden stop. Gazing at where the way out had once been, the lamp shook in her hands as one final, bone-chilling realization dawned on her.
This wasn't a cell. It was a tomb.
The sealed tomb of Sabrina Morningstar, Queen of Hell.
She had been buried alive.
The lamp in her hands dropped to the ground, its small blue flame flickering out and leaving her in darkness once more. Sabrina soon followed suit, sinking to her knees as she began hyperventilating. Her head fell into her hands, her nails scraping at her face, great heaving sobs leaving her.
She had been ready to die. She had wanted to die.
And die she would. Eventually...alone in the dark, deep below the Earth, far away from anyone who had ever cared for her. In someone else's grave, with nothing but her own traumatizing memories to occupy her.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
In a last surge of desperation, Sabrina hurled herself at the sealed up archway; pounding at it with her fists until the skin on them broke and blood ran down the wall; screaming at the top of lungs for someone to let her out, to save her.
She screamed for Lilith, in the faintest hope that she might still be around and care enough to help, as much of a heartless child-killing demoness as she was. But she didn't come. She had gotten the powers she wanted and that was that. Why should she care what happened to her pesky former protégé?
She screamed for her beloved Aunties, who had always been there for her before, to shield her and keep her out of harm's way. But they weren't here now. They were in another realm entirely, unable to hear her cries, unknowing of what was happening to their niece.
She screamed for Hecate, Dark Mother and protectress of all witches, who was stronger than the Dark Lord and infinitely more merciful. But Hell was not her realm, and she had no power here.
And she screamed for her Father, crying and begging for him to show her mercy. But he had been the one to put her in here. He had no mercy, and he wasn't her Father. No father would ever do to his daughter what he had done to her.
Lucifer only ever had one daughter. Her name had been Sabrina Morningstar, and now she was dead.
Sabrina Spellman was merely her body.
The story doesn't end there. I originally planned this to be a oneshot, then it became a twoshot and now I think it's probably going to be a threeshot. The next two chapters probably won't be QUITE as explicit as this 😌 It seems I still haven't learned my lesson about writing sexual scenes.
Yes, I know I made Caliban a total monster in this story but...after watching Part 4, I reached the conclusion that he is one. This is the guy who was willing to throw a newborn baby (his wife's brother!) into the fires of Hell. I really want to believe that he did love Sabrina Morningstar or at least have a soft spot for her, but it's obvious his main reason for marrying her was to get closer to the throne. A lot of fans are pointing to the scene where he tells Lucifer to get her body back as proof he loved her but I think that was just a smokescreen. IMO he was less bothered about getting his wife's body and more concerned with destroying the Greendale coven. Remember his declaration of war in episode 3? And he wanted to get rid of Sabrina Spellman too, because she was now a contender for the throne again and he knew he wouldn't be able to seduce her as easily as Sabrina Morningstar. So she had to go.