#shedevvil

The  light  that  shines  through  these  hues  is  always  murky;  always  of  some  underground  significance.  THE  DARK  SIDE  OF  THE  MOON.  The  emotions  forbidden.  But  it’s  quiet  here,  Zelda  thinks,  as  she  walks  into  the  centrum,  stops  before  the  window.  The  moon  shines  through  the  enormous  stained  glass  before  her,   the  chamber  of  stone  echoing  with  the  faint,  harrowing,  twinkling  reminiscence  of  total  despair  &  abandonment.  There  is  a  scene  within  the  glass  --  the  naked  pale  man  &  woman  stand,  below  a  blue  sky,  in  the  Garden  of  Eden.  A  serpent  wrapped  around  the  tree  to  their  left;  its  words  absent  but  its  presence  foreboding  and  climactic.  I  will  show  you  the  truth.  And  the  hand  of  the  false  God  above,  where  Zelda’s  focus  is  pulled,  granting  a  faint,  yellowed  light  before  them  all.  Funnily  enough,  immediately  below  the  all  powerful  hand  is  a  crack  in  the  glass;  small  but  black,  visible  only  in  the  contrast  of  dark  blue  and  black  lighting.  Quiet,  desolate,  dark  SILENCE  --  even  if  it  is  in  a  Catholic  cathedral  --  is  the  best  Zelda  can  hope  for.   She  needs  it.  Desperately.  

                               Sabrina  is  alive.   

Thank  the  stars  and  the  elements  and  the  balance  of  the  universe,  Sabrina  is  alive.  

                   P R A I S E  L I L I T H,  Sabrina  is  alive.  

I’m  not  surprised  you’ve  come,  is  Zelda’s  immediate  thought,  even  though  she  is.  The  cold  rush  of  air  slithering  over  her  neck,  her  arms,  her  legs  is  unmistakable;  a  silent,  ethereal,  yet  feral  indication:  you  are  no  longer  alone.  She  knows  how  Lilith’s  presence  in  a  room  feels.  Zelda  stiffens  at  the  realization,  but  relents.  She  is  tired.

Turning  around  slowly,  she  meets  the  eyes  of  the  one  who  escaped  the  serpent.  The  night  monster.   Zelda  softens,  her  fight  has  ebbed.  And  truly,  she  is  nothing  at  this  point  but  grateful  for  Lilith;  she  has  no  space  for  anything  other  than  this.

For  a  long  moment,  Zelda  does  nothing  but  stare.    Finally,  she  speaks,  her  head  low,  tilted  toward  the  other.

did you … did you just get called out BY pedophiles

     Don’t do it, Sabrina. You can’t project like that, Sabrina. It’s too much, Sabrina. You’ll die, Sabrina.

    She didn’t need that negativity in her life! She needed to do this. She needed to see Lilith. She had to. With all of the deceit, tricks and lies behind them? She needed Lilith. Her mentor. The woman who risked all that she was to protect her from the man who was Sabrina’s biological father (and the Dark Lord of Hell itself, let’s not forget that little tit-bit). Her perspective had shifted so very much, leaving the girl both empowered and vulnerable.

    She’d lost her love but gained a… dare she say it, mother-figure? Third aunt? And with Zelda trying to create a new educational platform and coven, Hilda aiding her and pulling shifts at the coffee house and Ambrose... fighting to find Faustus whilst carrying some serious weaponry? It left her on her own. She had no one to turn to with those little witchy wonderings that crossed a girls mind. She had these new, seemingly unlimited powers... She had to learn to use them, right? 

    So who better to turn to than the woman who ruled Hell? The woman who returned her powers to her as a gift? 

    With every protection enchantment, token and incantation in place, Sabrina tried her new-found powers out on the riskiest of projections; all she had of Lilith’s was a book Ms Wardwell had lent her a few months back. She figured that would be enough to at least locate Lilith in the midst of Hell, right? A few deep breaths, laying in the protection circle and she was off. 

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Lilith: tonight we are having... roasted onion boy head. this one is particularly fresh. Snatched him up from purgatory. Mutton if you will.

Demon that somehow got invited bc it’s special to Lilith: MOTHER, I REQUEST A PIECE OF THIS.

Lilith: excuse me, did I give you permission to speak? You wait until everyone is at the table.

Zelda: Honestly, Lilith, do control your son.