A/N:

Hope ya'll enjoyed that last chapter. Here's a new update, featuring our favorite aunties!

Cheers

EJ

Chapter 7

Sunday morning dawned bright and early, like it always did in our small little town of Greendale. The calls of songbirds echoed against the panes of my bedroom windows, and I could hear everyone else in the Spellman household already bustling about. I was still swathed in the comforts of my bed, resenting the known fact that I would have to leave my warm cocoon sooner rather than later.

I kept staring down at the new piece of jewelry that adorned my left hand. Caliban's engagement ring was gorgeous, exquisite to my normal array of jewelry that I wore. The weight and feeling was still so unfamiliar on my slender, pale hand. Yet, I couldn't decide if I liked the feeling, or not.

Last night, after Caliban's impromptu proposal in the fields outside of Pandemonium, we had returned the thirty silver pieces of Judas Iscariot to their place in the throne room. The Unholy Regalia had been completed, with both Caliban and I as it's victors. The throne was both of ours now, and all that awaited us was a wedding. In less than one week. Sighing, I smashed my pillow over my face, letting out a frustrated yowl.

Knowing that my aunties probably wanted me up and about, I removed myself from the comforts of my bed. The yearning to stay between the warm cotton sheets were strong, but there were things that needed to be done. There were plans to be made, and decisions to be decided.

I quickly dressed myself in a short sleeved, cream colored blouse and a red and black plaid skirt. I pushed my hair back in a slim black headband, wanting to keep the almost white-blonde strands from falling in my face. Buckling a pair of simple mary jane style heels over my cream stockings, I was dressed and ready to face what the day had to offer.

I made my way down to the kitchen, where Aunt Hilda was traipsing away making breakfast. The smell of eggs and bacon wafted through the air, and it made me realize how much I was going to miss mornings with my family. But that was something that I was just going to have to get over, and enjoy it while it lasted.

"Good morning, love." Aunt Hilda crooned, and I gave her a soft hug, careful to avoid the grease covered spatula in her right hand. Moving away from my aunt and her bustling stove, I seated myself at the table, where Ambrose was already chowing down on a bowl of fruit.

"Morning, cousin." Ambrose spoke, placing down the Sunday paper he had been casually perusing.

"Good morning, Ambrose." I replied, sneakily stealing a piece of strawberry from the bowl of fruit in front of him. Ambrose tried to swat my hand away playfully, but was unsuccessful.

For a moment, it was nice to have a bit of peace and normalcy. It was like any other Sunday morning in the Spellman household. That was, until, Auntie Zee came blazing into the kitchen, a scroll of parchment tied with a blood red ribbon. I instantly recognized it, and my appetite disappeared instantly. This was not going to go well; I knew it.

"Look what arrived on our steps this morning." Aunt Zelda snarled, tossing the scroll onto the table. It caused a small thump, and I flinched at the noise.

"What is it?" Aunt Hilda asked, clueless to her sister's sudden spurt of anger. Aunt Zelda looked directly at me and spoke.

"Why don't you ask Sabrina?" Auntie Zee said, a chill in her voice. I had seen my aunt mad before, but this was a new type of anger.

"Sabrina, darling, what is that?" Aunt Hilda questioned me.

With a sigh of exasperation, I rose from where I sat at the kitchen table. Taking the scroll, I undid the ribbon, and placed it gently on the table. Unfurling the heavy paper, I cleared my throat for dramatic effect before reading the elegant calligraphy aloud for my entire family to hear.

"From the Courts of Hell

A Royal Decree

Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell and Ruler of Pandemonium

Cordially invites you to the wedding of his only daughter

Sabrina Diana Morningstar

Lady of Pandemonium, Maiden of Shadows, and Queen of Hell

to

Caliban

Prince of Hell

This Coming Saturday

The Throne Room of Pandemonium

2 o'clock"

I finished reading the invitation to my wedding aloud. Rewinding the scroll, I looked up to face the members of my family. Each one's face held a different emotion, and I didn't know how to react to each of them. Aunt Zelda's was a look of resilient anger, which was not very surprising, seeing as her whole opinion of the wedding had been peeved from the start.

Aunt Hilda, who was normally a very readable person, was a bit harder. Her normally kind and kindred face was now emotionless, but still held hints of what I assumed was disappointment. Ambrose was just as he always was, a sly grin on his face. He had been there, at the signing of the alignment. He knew a bit more of the story than our aunties, surprisingly, so it wasn't as much of a shock to him, I assumed.

Silence still filled the room, until Aunt Hilda took it upon herself to speak.

"Next Saturday, huh? Well I guess we better all be getting our finery together. Isn't that right, Zellie?" Aunt Hilda asked her sister, who shuffled her shoulders in a less than polite manner. Quite the opposite of Auntie Zee's normal elegance.

"I'll see what I can scrounge up from my closet." Auntie Zee huffed, before quickly exiting the kitchen. I sighed, sitting back down at the kitchen table. Aunt Hilda noticed my frustration, and came to offer some consolation.

"I know that what you're doing is what you think is best, my love. But your aunt just doesn't want you throwing your life away to save everyone. She still sees you as that precious little girl Edward carried through that door sixteen years ago."

"I get it, Aunt Hilda, I do. But Auntie Zee has to realize that I am so much more than that little girl now. I have people, the world, who depend on me." I exhaled, and Aunt Hilda wrapped her arms around me. I inhaled her comforting, familiar scent. Pulling away, she looked me in the eyes.

"You have a great future ahead of you, my dear Sabrina. And we have to trust that you know what you're doing. Zellie will come around, eventually. It will just take some time." Aunt Hilda spoke, and I nodded. She was right. Eventually, Aunt Zelda would see that what I was doing was for the best.

As if on cue, Ambrose joined the conversation, finally. Changing the subject had always been one of Ambrose's talents, which is what he did right then.

"So, cousin, does it say anywhere on that fancy scroll if I can bring a plus one?"

"You have to choose something, your highness, or the castle seamstresses will never get it done in time." Lilith chastised me, and I gave her a pinched look. It wasn't like I was choosing a flower from a bush; this was my wedding dress for Satan's sake.

After a very awkward family breakfast this morning, Lilith's call to Pandemonium for a meeting regarding wedding details was a very welcome distraction. Getting out of the house seemed like a more than refreshing opportunity, so I took it with unexpected glee.

We had spent the last four hours selecting every detail that you could possibly think of when it pertained to planning a wedding. And Caliban had been absent from all of it. Apparently he had called wedding planning 'womens work', and left the bulk of it to me. How thoughtful.

"None of these are least bit attractive." I responded to Lilith's earlier gripe. Every one of the sketches sent by the castle's seamstress team was inexplicably horrible, each in their own defining way.

Everything was dated, or looked completely unlike something I'd wear. But we didn't have time for custom arrangements, according to Lilith. But who was she kidding? I was the Queen of Hell, and I was getting married. Rushed or not, I was going to get the wedding dress of my dreams.

"Can I just design my own?" I suggested, and Lilith rolled her blue eyes. But I also saw her think for a moment, before she graciously granted my request.

"Here. Sketch out what you want, and I can see what I can do." She finally caved, handing me a piece of parchment and a pencil. Eagerly, I went to work.

Drawing had always been a skill I had inherited from my mother, so designing the dress for my Unholy Matrimony came easier than I expected. Careful to make the lines and silhouette distinct and clear, I carefully crafted what I wanted my dress to look like. Down to the length of the train, and the shaping of the veil. When it was complete, I handed the drawing to Lilith, who looked at it in surprise.

"What do you think?" I asked, leaning against her dressing table. Lilith looked at me, with a look of affection that I only rarely saw from the mistress of Satan.

"It looks fit for a queen."

A/N:

Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed this update. And I promise, you'll find out what Sabrina's dress looks like...eventually. Mwhahaha! As a costume designer, I can't wait to write about her wedding gown. I've had it in my head from the start of this story, and the wedding in coming soon... I hope ya'll are as excited as I am. Don't forget to let me know what ya'll think!

Cheers

EJ