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It all started with those icy blue eyes.

Zelda couldn't seem to glance away from them. They looked familiar to her and yet she still couldn't place them. They glowed deeply, as if staring deep into her corrugated, darkened soul. They would haunt her every night reeling her into this trance.

Zelda was very still in her sleep, but in her dreams, she moved-and so elegantly so. She sashayed in the shadows with this dark figure. She twirled and weaves through thin, pallid trees with them. For a dream, it seemed so vivid and alive she could even feel the breeze go through her golden red hair as they moved.

She would often personify this shadow as the Dark Lord; it would give her this crack of a smile every time the dream began. The Dark Lord dancing with Zelda Spellman? Why, it made her heart swell, but every night it was the same. She would look up at her partner, frozen into their gaze, and realize as soon as they spoke that it couldn't possibly be Him.

No, this figure who danced with her spoke to her in this soft, purring tone. Zelda would see waves of untamed hair from the little light she saw in her dream.

"Oh my Zelda.", They would say. "Oh my sweet, sweet Zelda. Are you lost?"

It was as if Zelda's budding red lips had been sewn shut every time. She couldn't gather her words. She could only be astonished and stupefied by the enigma in front of her.

"What if I told you this could be yours? These touches…"

As the voice trailed on, she could feel these nails drag across her curves, fingertips brushing up her skirts as they still moved, but slowed down in speed; they felt like soft touches, but she knew how they would feel outside of the dream. Nothing could compare touches felt in reality. Dreams…were strange.

Zelda would gasp softly every time when the figure took her pale hand and made her do the same to them. What would it take for this to hers? This figure tormented her every night, making her crave for more. She wanted to pull the figure out of the dream and let them have its way with her. The figure would have this sly smirk watching Zelda's reactions.

"These lips you can have as well…"

This always drove her over the edge. From what she could see, these red lips emerged from the shadows, looming dangerously close to hers. She swore she could feel this warm breath clouding over her trembling lips. It was then she was brought closer to the figure, breasts pressed against another pair. She stood still almost falling limp when those red lips surpassed her waiting ones and went for her fair neck instead.

"But you rather limit yourself. You limit yourself to a sex that's devoid of passion. Your release is another desire you crave. Your mind travels thinking of other pleasures than the one ill-supplied to you.''

Zelda couldn't possibly think they meant her encounters with Father Blackwood. Zelda was in denial every time. She thought she was getting what she wanted. What she wanted was to be the greatest, most loyal witch and yet was a failing one all the same. She thought she craved that punishment. Zelda beat herself up because she couldn't stand being a failure.

She shook her head, eyes glistening as she stared at the unknown creature before her.

"What do you know?", she would finally ask. "Who do you think you are?"

At that the figure would dip her in their dance. They leaned down, eyes roaming all over Zelda's form before meeting her greenish-blue eyes.

"I think you already know. You're a smart woman."

In that moment, looking into her eyes, Zelda did know. She wandered deep into those deep blue eyes and saw darkness and fire, fire she wanted and craved.

"Lilith…mother of demons."

It was then that she would wake up.

Zelda prayed every night to the Dark Lord with a small mention to the Mother of Demons, but never did she think that Lilith would be the one to prance about in her dreams, coaxing her into utter bliss.

Even through her daily morning newspaper reads, her mind would keep wandering to those perfect red lips and bright blue eyes. She always seemed so familiar, like she knew her even outside of the dream.

"Aunt Zee?"

Zelda lowered her newspaper and rose a brow at her niece. Sabrina was always one to rip her away from her ongoing fantasies with whatever drivel she had to lay down.

"Yes, Sabrina?"

The teen tilted her head observing her stern Aunt.

"What were you humming?"

Zelda blinked and tilted her head. She hadn't noticed she was humming. From time to time, she caught herself doing it, but merely when she was alone.

"Nothing. Just thinking of…warm-ups for class today."

Her blonde niece arched a dark brow as if that answer was just bluffed.

"It's just…I've heard you hum it a few times. It's like you memorized it from somewhere."

Zelda took a puff from her cigarette and set her newspaper aside.

"Don't you have school to go to, dear? You shan't be late."

With that, she stood from the table and left the room and out the door. She needed some air and to stop humming that silly song from her dreams.

"Oh Stolas, perhaps I was a bit rash…"

The woman in a tight red dress paced about in front of her fireplace. Her fingers drummed against the mantle now as her blue eyes stared off in though.

"You've always been my eyes and I've taken it for granted. It was your tongue that needed to be severed. Ah well.", she continued and then stroked the head of the stuffed familiar.

"Alas, I always have other ways…"

She approached a mirror and tilted her head.

"Perhaps a break from the youngest Spellman…"

She slipped her finger into her mouth and then used her saliva for her simple mirror spell-her spyglass so to speak; a break for sure from the youngest Spellman. She now set her sights on the eldest. It was…something she found herself doing often now-ever since the dreams.

At first, it was to toy with the Spellman, knowing how devoted she was, how she would bow down to the Dark Lord, perhaps toward herself.

Madam Satan can feel her patience wearing thin with her master and King. She prayed to him, begged him for a sign…some guidance. She didn't even want to listen to Stolas, but perhaps deep down he had been right.

The Dark Lord wanted Sabrina and she wasn't having it. She kept telling herself, women should be running the world, no woman needed a man.

She hated herself-hated she was angry over a man. She hated for Zelda to go through the same. There was just something about this Spellman. She seemed to crave the same thing she did-power.

Boy, did it feel great to have her under her power in those dreams. It made the Mother of Demons squirm with glee. The way she uttered her name, it was like pure joy in her ears. She could imagine her succumbing to her, begging in need. No longer would she crave misogynistic assholes like Faustus Blackwood.

Madam Satan knew what Zelda needed. She craved her too, wanting to indulge more of her in the dream, but wanted to toy with her, show her her dominion.

What Madam Satan wasn't liking was that she was standing here now, staring at the eldest and perhaps, to her, the most beautiful Spellman and couldn't utter words. She was now the one stupefied and…she was craving her. It was dangerous…she couldn't be the one fawning and begging for her.

She watched her walk through the woods, noticing how her brows furrowed, her lips moved as if muttering about something that deeply annoyed her.

She had an idea what it was and it made her smirk. Perhaps, the dreams were successful. Her sweet, sweet Zelda was all hot and bothered.

Maybe, just maybe, she would pay her a visit in the woods.