Prologue

"We're ok," Sabrina panted. Her voice shook, breaking the facade that everything actually was ok. "We're almost there. Just a little further."

Even if it was a lie, she needed to believe it. Nick was fading fast. He was already drained from subduing the Dark Lord all this time; trapping the beast within the confines of his own flesh. Of course, when they came to rescue him nothing went according to plan. Blood oozed freely from his chest where the Dark Lord struck him with his blade. He could barely stand, so he leaned heavily on Sabrina. To make it worse, the Dark Lord wanted to punish Sabrina and he intended on doing so by keeping Nick from her.

"Brina, they're right behind us…." Harvey said. His left sleeve was hanging by a handful of threads and barely covered the blood crusted, dirt filled gash.

"Really, mortal? How did you ever figure that out?" Prudence spat sarcastically. Her hair matted closely to her skull from blood. Her own or someone else's….she couldn't tell.

"She can hold them right? Lilith?" Theo asked, his right eye swollen shut.

"We'd better hope so," Ambrose said. "If that horde gets past her and the….ghost children, we may have stayed in the Pit. No deity, unholy or holy, will be able to save us."

"Can't you, like, wave a wand and make them disappear or something?" Harvey asked.

"This isn't some foolish children's book!" Prudence yelled. "Real witches are nothing like Harry Potter."

"We just have to keep moving," Sabrina stated.

"Look!" Roz exclaimed excitedly. In the distance a torch flicked, signalling they were close to freedom.

The flicker of the torch was like a flicker of hope and they were so close. "Just a bit further, Nick. We just have to go a bit further and Aunt Hilda will…."

And just as quickly the flicker appeared, it was gone - both in light and hope. Before them, in his unholy glory, was Lucifer himself.

"You thought you could defy me child?" The Dark Lord sneered. "No one defies me. Not the False God. Not Lilith. And certainly not you, Sabrina Morningstar."

"Hey, asshole, it's Spellman," Harvey stated with all the courage he could. He cocked his shotgun, aimed at the Dark Lord, and pulled the trigger. The bullet hissed and steamed as it pierced Lucifer's skin. "I knew it was a good idea to dip the bullets is holy wate…."

Before he could finish his sentence, the bullet shot out of the Dark Lord's chest and right into Harvey's.

"Harvey!" Roz screamed as she dove to her dying boyfriend's side.

"Somnum…" Ambrose chanted. But like Harvey, that was all of the spell he would mutter before his body was flung into a wall.

The Dark Lord growled as he reached toward Sabrina and Nick.

"Stay away from them!" Theo shouted as he charged toward the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord just raised his hand and made his hand as if he were grasping something. Theo suddenly pulled back, clawing at his throat as his face quickly hanged colors.

"Stop!" Nick yelled. "Let them go. I'll go back to the Pit. Just let them go." He used what energy he had left to stand.

"Nick, no!" Sabrina cried, standing in front of him to block his way. "You you can't go back. I won't let him take you."

The Dark Lord threw his head back and let out an awful, ear piercing noise that must have been his laugh. "Silly girl. I did not come for him. I came for you." He thrusted his hand forward, his hand breaking the flesh him in her back.

Nick stared in disbelief. Sabrina's face frozen in a state of shock. He could hear Prudence's scream piercing the air. He looked down slowly to see the Dark Lord's hand sticking through Sabrina's chest, clutching her heart...

Nick shot up into a sitting position. His body covered in sweat, his heart pounding furiously. He couldn't catch his struggled to steady his breathing. He turned his head when he felt stirring.

"Nick?" Sabrina called groggily. "What's wr…." She cut off mid sentence when she reached out and touched his drenched arm. She pushed herself into a sitting position and willed herself awake. "Nick, are you ok?"

He managed a smile and nodded, stroking her hair. "Yea, Spellman. I'm ok. Go back to sleep."

She sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You had the dream again?" He nodded. "I'm so sorry, Nick. It was just a dream though. We got out remember? Lilith and her army kept the Dark Lord and his army at bay."

Nick let out a deep breath and moved back into the mattress, pulling Sabrina into his arms. "I don't know what I would do without you, Spellman."

"I would probably get some sleep," she teased.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Take that one man show on the road."

Sabrina scooted closer to Nick, resting her head on his chest. She listened to the steady rhythm of his heart. It had been a year since they rescued him from Hell. He was imprisoned there for a year and it was her own personal hell without him.

"Promise me something?" she asked

"Anything for you, Sabrina."

She traced the fading scar on his chest with her fingertips, holding back tears as she recalled bringing him to her Aunt Hilda. He was barely alive. His skin pale and clammy, his breathing shallow and labored. He was fighting an infection from his wound and losing the battle. But somehow, he survived.

She kissed his scar gently. "Never leave me."

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "I went to Hell and back for you, Spellman. I'm not going anywhere."