Part 3

Susie groaned as Sabrina helped her sit up, her back up against the wall that she was thrown at.

"Oh…Sabrina?" Susie opened her eyes. "How long have I…?"

"Not too long. I think. Are you all right?"

"Well, nothing is broken, which is good…shit! Sorry, my head is throbbing." Susie rubbed her head.

Sabrina turned around to make eye contact with Jason. "I'm taking her upstairs to lie down." He nodded and watched as they slowly got up and walked up and out of sight. He then turned back around to Zatanna, standing over something that was blocked from Sabrina's view.

"Do you know how many people were in this room when you cast the trap? Other than the poor girl that got hurt."

"Three others, including…" She pointed down to the entity that was on its back, trapped. "I could tell John was here, but he must have been captured and taken away. Who's the young girl?"

"Sabrina Spellman, a teenage witch. She lives with her two aunts, both witches, and her cousin, a warlock. Brand and I sort of…dropped by their house unannounced."

"What about-?"

"Haven't found him yet." Jason knew who she was asking about. "But we will have to move fast and work with this Spellman family before things get too out of control."

Zatanna raised an eyebrow in response to that. "You do realize that we have already lost John and that I have a demon trapped and unconscious literally right in front of us."

Before Jason could give a witty comment, Sabrina rushed back downstairs. "Ok, she's fine. Hey, sorry, I'm Sabrina." She rushed over, but when she did, she saw who was on the floor, and it made her stop in confusion.

"Uh, can you explain why you have my teacher knocked out and tied up?"

Nicholas closed the doors of the church behind him as he slowly walked forward towards Father Blackwood standing over a table with an unconscious and nearly naked man tied up.

"Nicholas, thank you for coming. Grab that book and start writing those symbols on this body." He pointed towards the book on a nearby table, sitting next to a jar of blood.

Confused, Nicholas didn't move at first. "Father Blackwood, what is going on? Is this man dead?"

"No, he has too big of a role to play, according to the Dark Lord himself." He turned his head and made direct eye contact with the young warlock. "Our Lord Satan himself came to me with this man and told me to prepare him. That is all we need to know. Now, do as I ask."

Nicholas nodded and slowly turned to pick up the book and open it to the page that was marked. As he studied it, he found that some of these symbols were part of an elaborate conjuring spell. What it was supposed to summon wasn't specified in the book. He turned to see that Father Blackwood was softly muttering something under his breath. Nicholas slowly picked up a brush and dipped it into the jar, bringing it over to start writing the symbols.

As he began to write them on this man's body, Nicholas started to get a very dark feeling about this whole affair. It was just the two of them, carrying out a task from the Dark Lord himself, in what appeared to be complete secrecy.

Perhaps this is a test. He thought to himself. To show that we will willingly follow him no matter what he demands. But even with those thoughts in mind, something just seemed dark. More than usual.

Father Blackwood stopped his muttering and the both of them fell silent as they heard noises. They came right outside of the church, movement that seemed to indicate that someone was outside. But again, that didn't feel right either.

"Stay here." Father Blackwood turned around, and took a few steps toward the doors, waiting for something to happen. Moments passed and nothing was heard. But the feeling of being watched was almost overwhelming. Blackwood started to bring his hands up to perform a protection spell.

But as soon as he started to do that, vines erupted out of the walls and wrapped around Blackwood, throwing him all the way to the back of the church and slamming him against the wall, causing the old walls to crack and dust to fall to the ground. From the cracks, more vines bound him and wrapped around his mouth to prevent him from talking. He started to struggle, but the vines closest to his nose created small flowers that slowly caused him to lose consciousness.

Nicholas dropped the jar of blood onto the ground as he watched this entire encounter from an unseen enemy unfold. He tried to turn around and get out of the church, but once he turned, he froze. He saw the intruder start to literally form right in front of his eyes. This was no demon; no creature he has ever heard about or studied before. But once it was done, it didn't take the form of a beast. It took on the form of a man and spoke to him.

"Give…me…Constantine."

Zelda walked into the living room and saw not only Hilda and Ambrose sitting by the fireplace going through some of their magic books, but the ghost called Deadman floating in the air cross-legged and going through them as well.

"I didn't realize that we were dropping all of our other responsibilities. Ambrose, you're supposed to be downstairs, preparing the body for the funeral." Zelda leaned against the door frame.

"Don't worry Zelda, I'm going now. I don't really think we are getting anywhere." Ambrose stood up and began walking towards the basement. At the last minute, he turned around and spoke to Deadman. "Sorry about that. I didn't mean there was no hope or anything."

"I know what you mean." He replied calmly and nodded as Ambrose walked downstairs.

"I think he might have a point. We should probably wait until Sabrina and that other guy…Jason comes back." Hilda put down a book and stood up. She walked towards the kitchen. "Care for anything Zelda?"

"No Hilda." She watched as Deadman was still very focused on going through the book he held. "I didn't think a ghost would need to study magic books."

"Well, the fundamentals of magic and the supernatural are essentially the same and constant throughout most dimensions. But every universe essentially has their own version of the mystical, their own different set of rules of what it can and can't do. There can even be multiple different versions of the same spell."

Zelda walked forward, thinking about what he said. "Interesting…so, you think that what brought you here might not be what will take you back?"

"Well, I don't even know how we got here in the first place. But I suppose I shouldn't be taking this all on by myself." Deadman closed the book. "It's best to work as a group."

As soon as he said those words, the room suddenly filled with four new people. Sabrina had a look of surprise on her face as she saw she was back at her house, and one of the new women in this group was floating in the air, in the middle of a circle that seemed to bind her arms and legs to the edges.

"Sabrina! What is going on?" Zelda exclaimed as Hilda rushed into the room.

"Well, we found someone else that doesn't belong here. Being mistaken about who she has trapped and bound." Sabrina turned around with an annoyed look on her face at the woman in the suit and top hat.

"Hi, I'm Zatanna." She gave a smile to Zelda and Hilda before giving a more serious look to Sabrina. "And I'm not mistaken. Your teacher is a disguised demon."

"She's right." Jason nodded. "As someone who is bonded to a demon, I know how to sense them."

"That's preposterous." Zelda crossed her arms. "Ms. Wardwell is a witch, yes, but not a demon. I think I would be able to tell if she was."

"Maybe you got confused because you got pulled out of your own universe?" Hilda suggested. But before anyone could respond, Mary groaned and gained consciousness, opening her eyes to all the people in the room. She turned to Sabrina and tried talking to her.

"Sabrina! What is going on? Why am I tied up like this?" She turned to glare at Zatanna. "You made a terrible mistake."

"That's what everyone seems to think, but there is only one way to find out. Kaeps ylno eht hturt." With that spell, Mary struggled a little bit as she felt something change within her.

"Now, let's start with the easy question." Jason said. "Are you a demon?"

"Yes." Mary's eyes widened as she realized what she just said. "I mean…yes! No, I mean YES!" She turned to Zatanna and yelled. "What the fuck did you do bitch?!"

Zatanna grinned while the Spellman family had faces of shock and surprise. "We're asking the questions, if you don't mind. Now, who are you?"

Mary hissed before reluctantly giving the truth. "Lilith, Adam's first husband, Madam Satan."

"Do all demons have long titles in this universe, or is that just her?" Deadman went over to Sabrina and whispered in her ear, but the young witch ignored him. She walked over to Lillith and decided to talk to her.

"Ms. Wardwell…or I guess Lillith…why did you lie to us for so long? Why are you here?"

Lillith turned her attention from Zatanna and looked down on Sabrina. "I was told to, but the Dark Lord himself. He had big plans that you were to play a part in. But I guess that doesn't really matter anymore."

Before anyone could ask what she meant, there was a rapid banging at the door. Before Hilda or Zelda could react, the door swung open and Nicholas rushed in.

"Sabrina! -Whoa!" He turned around and looked at everything in the room. "Looks like you may know more than me."

"Nicholas? Why are you here?" Sabrina wondered if anything else could surprise her.

"Sorry…there is someone outside that is looking for you."

"Oh, what now?!" A frustrated Zelda followed Nicholas and Sabrina towards the door to see who was out there. All of them got quiet as they saw the thing that stood right at the bottom of the stairs to the house. A giant made of vines, moss, and other plant life stood in front of them, holding an unconscious man buried underneath a small pile of clothes. The thing had yellow eyes that stared at them and grabbed their attention as he spoke.

"There are things…that we need…to discuss."