Zelda Phiona Spellman.
That was the damn name that drove Madam Satan, the Dawn of Doom, Satan's concubine, and Mother of Demons insane. Never in all of her time walking the Earth and Hell itself would she ever think a woman- let alone a witch would be the constant topic in her restless mind.
Madam Satan had always been plotting. She plotted her next moves when it came to delivering Sabrina Spellman to the Dark Lord's clutch, when it came to causing turmoil in the small town of Greendale, to find her way into the Spellman household, to seducing (whether sexual or not) the Spellman's into trusting her. For her, it was a challenge, seducing the Spellman's. They all had strong wills, especially the eldest.
It filled her with glee that the dreams she bestowed upon the red-haired beauty affected her greatly. She was given such bliss to know that she could dig her claws into the strongest and eldest Spellman. Zelda was a tough nut to crack, but inside she was soft and filled with vulnerability.
Madam Satan would smirk to herself as she woke up from her slumber, brought back from the journey that had been the dreams of Zelda Spellman. She learned from the Dark Lord: the art of seduction and temptation. Stolas would get all the brunt of her gloating even in his stuffed condition.
All was good and well, until the talk of Zelda and her dreams became…an obsession. Every day, Madam Satan would think about the dream, whether it be in her office while praying to the Dark Lord, grading papers, or while trying to usher the youngest Spellman into the Path of Night. Looking at Sabrina just reminded her of the eldest. During the most recent sessions with the young blonde, she would often find herself asking her about her aunt. This would surprise Sabrina, being met with a head tilt and an arch of a dark brow.
Surely, the young girl wasn't suspicious. No, she would have no idea that the only thought running in the demoness' mind was changing up the dream, ways to make it more exciting.
Madam Satan was met one day with a red-faced Sabrina in her office. Her small fists were clenched and her jawline had been tight. She was attacked with fiery words and empty promises.
The young girl felt betrayed by her mentor. She knew all about her teacher's identity. Madam Satan knew for a fact that Zelda had delivered that message to her. She could feel Zelda's envy every time Sabrina would rely on Ms. Wardwell for her guidance. It probably made Zelda feel a lot better now that Sabrina was angry with the demoness and she would no longer reach out to her.
Madam Satan had to find a way to win Sabrina's trust. The Dark Lord would not be pleased to know that Sabrina would once again stray away from the path. She told her she couldn't tell her of her identity because she was being 'hunted'. She wanted another chance to walk the Earth amongst fellow witches, to help Sabrina with her powers. She still pulled the card, the card involving keeping Edward's 'promise' to protect Sabrina.
The teacher watched as the young witch left the office more puzzled than angry. It relieved her to know that at least the witch was thinking about it. She was so young and naive. Why then, did it affect her that she was manipulating these witches and that it would hurt them in the long run?
Why did the lingering thought of hurting Zelda Spellman make this demoness' heart squeeze?
She was now in her cabin, standing by the fireplace as she drank from a wineglass. She replayed today's events: the meeting with Zelda in the woods and an angry Sabrina in her office. She reflected back on the hurt in both of their greenish eyes, mostly on the older one.
"Damn you…", she murmured hoarsely as her blue eyes bored into the contents of her wineglass. "Damn you, Zelda Spellman. You won't have me. I'll have you I'll have you uttering my name when you fall When the House of Spellman falls..", she spat.
Her heart stopped when she heard a knock on the door. Who would be here at this hour? Did she gain back the trust of the young Spellman?
What she wasn't prepared for was the very woman who poisoned her mind.
Zelda Phiona Spellman
Mary Wardwell.
Dammit, no, it's Lilith.
As she opened the great doors of the Spellman home, Zelda took a deep breath. Her mind was racing as was her heart. She couldn't believe she just met face-to-face with the great Lilith herself. She was often revered as a Goddess to some. Zelda prayed to her and the Dark Lord every night-asking for guidance and feeling like a failure when she never got the sign she asked for.
She didn't trust her at all. She didn't trust anyone who got all cozy with her niece and claimed she was keeping a promise-a promise she made to her late brother, Edward. There was something off about all this. Her guard was up now, especially when it came to her family. They were all she had left.
It drove Zelda insane that this woman was the one invading her dreams, making her feel so alive and so vulnerable. Zelda hated the vulnerability. She knew people would take advantage of that and in doing so, she would lose her family.
Zelda had to tell Sabrina. She couldn't let her go down this shaky path. She had wanted her niece to follow the family footsteps-into the Path of Night, but not with Lilith guiding her. It surprised Zelda she couldn't trust her. She was the right hand of the Dark Lord. Her family would be on the Dark Lord's good side, the Spellman name would be a legacy, but why the secrecy?
Why did Madam Satan disguise herself as someone Sabrina would trust? Perhaps it had been because of Sabrina's doubts? Even so, not only did she fabricate this great lie to Sabrina, but to the rest of the family as well. Zelda couldn't help but feel threatened, it scared her. Still, she had to stand tall like a Spellman should, show no fear. She wouldn't be overtaken by this wolf in sheep's clothing. She felt, though, it was too late. She had been affected by this woman. She hated it.
"Damn you, Lilith.", Zelda spat under her breath after Sabrina stormed out of their home. "You won't do this to my niece, or anyone else. I can't let you."
Zelda shut her eyes trying to zone out that melody. It kept playing, a loop in her mind. She felt weary every time it would play. It brought her back to the woods, to this floating feeling-a feeling she wanted again. She felt liberated, felt so drawn to it and to her dancing partner. It was like dancing with the Devil, but it was Lilith. Dammit, she wanted to dance with her again, just one more time.
No, she possibly couldn't. She couldn't let her have the satisfaction. Yet here she was, wanting that feeling back. Zelda perhaps really wasn't satisfied with Father Blackwood and their…sessions. She wanted more.
After her day, battling with herself and fuming after her discovery, not once did she think she would find herself at Madam Satan's door. She didn't think she would be brought inside and would be offered a drink.
That was the last thing she needed.
"What brings you here, my sweet, sweet Zelda?", the demoness spoke up softly as she watched the witch take off her coat and gloves.
Zelda wasn't able to tell if she was mocking her with that damn voice of hers. That voice always would stump people, making them think she was being inviting and kind. She was a force of nature, a dark being who was always plotting. This was a game to her and Zelda couldn't let her win.
"First of all, I am not your 'Sweet Zelda'. Second of all, we're here on business.", Zelda replied sharply.
Madam Satan's lips curled up into an amused smirk. She sat down and nearly squirmed in her seat as she held the wine glass to her scarlet lips. She eyed the woman across from her like she wanted to eat her up. She loved a challenge, loved Zelda's fire and hoped it would never go away.
"Fair enough. Business you say? That sounds intriguing. I'm all ears."
Zelda's red brows knitted as she observed the demoness. She hated how calm she was. This infuriated her greatly and she wanted to wipe that smirk off her lips. She took a sip of the wine, wishing it was a stronger wine. This one was a pink moscato, a bit sweet for her liking, but alas it was a drink.
"I want to know what you intend to do with my niece. What are your orders from the Dark Lord?"
Madam Satan sucked in some unnecessary air as she listened to her question. That question was so boring. She wanted her to question some more about her dream, what were her ideas behind it, what more she could do with them. She wanted her cheeks to redden, her greenish-blues to wander away with modesty, and those red lips to be bitten. She loved fiery, protective Zelda, but she also liked the Zelda that couldn't gather herself. She liked when she caught her tongue (wished it was physically) and that look in her eyes that read, 'take me now'.
Before she spoke, Madam Satan rolled her eyes and downed the rest of her glass. "I'm sure you know any orders from the Dark Lord are confidential.", she replied. "Also, I think you can figure it out. I don't expect to test your intelligence. I know how wise you are."
"Don't play that game with me. Your flattery will get you no where. I am confident of my knowledge, I don't need to be told a thing, especially when it comes to any threats against my family. If I am guessing this right, the Dark Lord wants Sabrina, with what I intend to find out. It may be her powers, her loyalty…"
"Her loyalty? You and I both know very well she chose to sign her name in the book. Do you…doubt her loyalty to the Path of Night?", Madam Satan interrupted.
Madam Satan knew what she was doing. She knew Sabrina's struggle with her duality, but she wanted to hear it from Zelda Spellman, the most prideful of them all. She liked to watch her struggle even if she had this 'game face'.
Zelda nearly leaned forward in her seat as she spoke to her. She tried to be respectful toward this deity, but couldn't help but bring out her 'Mama Bear' attitude around her.
"Sabrina has accepted this into her life, but she's young. There are times when she questions things."
"You know though she can't let go of her mortal life. That's my job, to guide her. I am not your enemy, Zelda. I know how it is to protect your children. I have…many of them. She may not be your child, but you raised her."
Madam Satan had her point. Zelda couldn't deny that. She wondered if she had any hardships like her though. It didn't seem like she saw her offspring often.
"I did, which is why I often blame myself."
Both of them were surprised with this statement. Zelda never thought she would admit it, at least out loud. Why would she do that? This was someone she was just seeing as a threat. There was just something about her. She pulled this out of her somehow, someway. Zelda hoped it wasn't a spell, but she would be able to tell. She had fallen victim to a truth spell a long time ago. Madam Satan seemed quite shocked at this as well. If only Zelda could take it back…
"You blame yourself? For what, a teenager who's curious about the world around her? You raising her has not a thing to do with her ideals."
So she was defending her? Hell, she was helping Sabrina rebel! What was this mess?
"It's not that. I feel…I pushed too much on her and perhaps, that's why she strays at times."
It's like Zelda couldn't stop. This woman had this effect on her. She felt like she could tell her anything, but why?
Madam Satan sat back listening profoundly. She watched the wide range of emotions on the eldest Spellman's face, not helping to feel…pity? Sympathy? The demoness of Hell couldnt possibly be feeling such things. She had planned to use Zelda to get closer to her goal. She was digging herself deeper wanting to hear her more.
"That's foolish. If anything, I say Sabrina learned from the best. I don't think you trying to steer her in the right direction has anything to do with her 'rebelling' so to speak. I find it's best to listen to her. You may get better results connecting."
Zelda rose a brow at this. She was getting advice from the Mother of Demons? She made very good points and she found herself thinking about it. It wasn't just that; she was taking the time of day to listen to her. This was Lilith, she could be busy doing other things.
"That child would not listen to me even if her life depended on it."
That's why a part of her envied Hilda. Sabrina primarily went to her when it came to certain things. That moment when she went to Zelda after her and Harvey broke up, Zelda got a glimpse of how it was like to be there for Sabrina when she was emotionally torn. She really felt connected with Sabrina.
"I suppose I should be a little more…sensitive with her. She just grows up so fast it's hard to keep up with her. More and more each day she grows just as stubborn as Edward.", Zelda added.
Madam Satan cracked a beguiled smile. She shook her head and snickered, which caused Zelda's expression to change into utter confusion. She was being open and all she could do was be amused by it. It was to be expected she supposed.
"I don't think she gets that from him…", Madam Satan trailed off as she stood up and lifted her fair chin, making her look into her icy blue eyes. "I think she gets that from you."
Zelda nearly gasped when she lifted her chin. Her eyes couldn't look away. She was glued there as if under a spell. She narrowed her eyes as she fought back a smirk.
"Is that so?", Zelda dared to ask
Madam Satan nodded as her eyes roamed to Zelda's red lips. She wanted to taste those so bad. This woman did things to her, it scared her. The fact that she came to her cabin, during the witching hour, looking like she was on a mission made her squirm. She couldn't help but find the woman so alluring. Normally, Zelda had been more concealed with her outfits, but this dress she was wearing was not helping the demoness either.
Zelda had been fashioning this green dress with a plunging neckline, but still had this cute vintage twist to it with her skirt. Madam Satan had been in awe of the woman, now frozen as she stared her down taking a good look at her now. She had been too busy staring to notice the other woman was taking her in as well, but was a bit more discreet about it. Lilith always wore these provocative outfits-nearly screaming for attention (at least that's what Zelda thought). Her favorite was this red dress she was currently wearing, it just outlined her curves so perfectly.
After moments of silence, the witch cleared her throat to capture Lilith's attention.
"I should be headed home. I shant worry the others. My sister should be home soon from that awful place she calls a job."
As the red-haired beauty stood and began to walk past the demoness, her arm was held captive by the demoness' claws. Zelda stood still wondering what would come next. Her heart raced as they stood there for a bit before the brunette leaned close against her ear. She had no idea (or who knows maybe she did) that it made Zelda writhe when one whispered into her ear like that.
"A shame. I was hoping for at least one more dance. You and I both know we enjoy it; when our bodies our close…"
At this, she turned Zelda slightly so she faced her and brought her close. She could feel Zelda's heart race against her chest at this. Their foreheads nearly touch and she could feel Zelda's quickened breath against her lips.
"When we hear that melody as we spin and the heat from our bodies emanate against each other. Just the closeness…", the demoness continued as she twirled her.
At that, Zelda swore she heard the melody play and a voice in her mind sing those words that haunted her mind. It made her want to sing, but she was taking this all in. Why was she letting this happen again? Was it wrong?
I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam.
And I know it's true, that visions are seldom all they seem.
But if I know you, I know what you'll do, you'll love me at once the way you did once upon a dream.
Once again, Zelda was brought into that dip. Zelda found it so intriguing when this powerful demon would stare down at her with what it seemed to be adoration. Madam Satan would scan her eyes from her bosom to her eyes each time taking her in gradually. There was more to see with this dress now, her cleavage looking so inviting as if they needed to be touched with her scorching red lips. Zelda's complexion reddened as she watched the demoness lick her matching lips.
She was brought up back against her slowly. Zelda's eyes roamed to her lips, brows furrowing, chest heaving, and lips parting as if words wanted to come out, but nothing came out. Madam Satan realized this, knowing what words she wanted to say. At this, she simply replied to Zelda's silent plea, crushing her wanting lips against hers.
Both let out a sigh of relief in the kiss as the golden-red haired witch grabbed a fistful of brown curls and parted her lips in their shared exchange. Nothing prepared Zelda or Madam Satan for this. Both were under a spell.
Both thought one of them cast it. The only spell cast was the dream, the rest of it played out.
They fell apart in that living room. They left items of clothing behind them as they traveled and marveled at each other on the way.
Let's just say, it was a fun adventure for Zelda to find them the next morning. Flustered, she found herself leaving the cabin in a rush to the Spellman household, hoping to avoid the 'where were you' conversation at the breakfast table.
Madam Satan watched Zelda walking at a fast pace in the woods from her window, placing a hand on the glass with a small grin it seemed. She seduced the eldest Spellman, her mission going smoothly it seemed, but she never thought she would end up wondering when she would see her again.
"This evening.", Zelda told her earlier while shuffling about for her clothes. "The manor. Dinner."
There she would be. She couldn't miss it. Not for the world.