Can I hug her at least?

"For the sake of the cosmos, you two Sabrinas are forbidden from ever seeing each other again."

She felt it then, the creeping loneliness that she and her twin had both felt in that dark abyss. It had reared its ugly head again, and fittingly enough, her own father, the devil himself, was the one to release it.

"Can I hug her, at least?"

Sabrina watched her twin, her copy, the one that gets to rule, that got to marry a guy she was crazy about, the one that gets to be happy approach her.

"Very well if you must"

She hoped her father's words were irrelevant. That she would have hugged herself anyway.

"Sabrina. Still Happy?"

As she said those words, she was happy for herself, she truly was, but there was that small part of her that wished she wasn't, that maybe her double could suffer as she was.

"I am"

The smile never left Sabrina's face, but she did feel a little bit worse, and felt even worse for feeling that way.

"I made my own happiness, and I hope you can too."

She processed that, just as they started hugging. She felt so… bad hugging a temporal copy that she should never have made. Like she could break all the rules of the cosmos at a whim. She often did.

"Remember, Secret Best Friends Forever."

She could feel it, that happiness, as it emanated from her twin. Maybe she could take some of it? Take some of what the Morningstar possessed?

Instead of replying in kind, she stepped forward, her face inches away from her twin's.

She could feel it now, the happiness of her double that felt electrifying, or perhaps it was that giddiness from her blatant disregard for all the rules of the Universe? She did not know, nor care. She was set on doing what she was about to.

"Secret Best Friends Forever." She whispered to the Monarch of Hell.

And then she leaned in and kissed herself.

It wasn't like kissing Harvey, or Nick or anyone she had ever kissed. It felt gentler, she could feel her counterpart's defenses buckle as she gave in to the kiss. Their tongues danced in a tango, and her hand went caressed the nether regions of her own self. It felt… it felt… grandiose. She could practically feel the outrage, the indignance, of every God or Goddess that could see. Her paternal Grandfather, the old gods, the eldritch beings, Hecate. It didn't matter. She was breaking all of their rules.

The liplock broke and she breathed in the air softly. The normally oppressive and heavy air of Hell was replaced by the outgoing breath of her twin, warm and welcoming.

She said no more words, she turned to face the stunned onlookers. Lilith normally impassive face held wider eyes than usual. Her father's face was confused while Caliban's arousal was plain to see.

Picking up the prison for the Uninvited she turned to make her way back home.

But she doubted that she would ever forget kissing Sabrina Morningstar.

Just something I wanted to write. I thought for sure they were setting this up in 4x1. I'm not done with Season 4 yet btw.