chilling adventures of sabrina - CELESTIAL - part two

chapter seven

"YOU ARE OUT OF MY LEAGUE..."

I heard that Ambrose got locked in the witches cell and Zelda and Father got privately married and went off to their honeymoon. Nicholas and Sabrina also got expelled from the Academy, which was just perfect. Sabrina had asked Prudence if she could talk with Ambrose and she immediately shot down her request. I mean of course she would. She would do anything to please fucking Blackwood.

And then I heard from Sabrina that Ambrose was going to be tortured, which is a big no-no. I quickly talked to Hilda about the situation. "Imprisonment's bad enough, but torture? Aunt Hilda, we have to do something." I said.

"Yeah, um... God, Zelda normally knows what to do in these situations, and I have been trying to get a hold of her for a few days. But reception is spotty in the Necropolis." Hilda said. "What about using a witch-board?" I said.

"I was using a witch-board. What do you think I meant, a cell phone?" Hilda asked. I sighed. "Well, then, it's up to us. I'd like to lodge a formal complaint." I stated.

"With whom?" Hilda asked. "Who's the witch equivalent of Amnesty International?" I asked. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"The Council?" She asked. "Well, they need to know that while the High Priest is on vacation, the witches he left in charge of the Academy are torturing other witches." I said with determination. "All right, yes. Oh, this is breaking witch protocol six ways to Sunday. But we will do it." Hilda said. I grinned.

"Great. Where do we go to see the Council?" I asked. "We have to summon them here. The— Well, the Trivium, they're the gatekeepers. Oh, Satan below, what those three monstresses must be doing to that sweet boy." Hilda said before clicking her tongue.

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Me and Hilda stood in front of a circle of lit candles. We connected hands. "We raised our pleas to Lucifer. The wheels of justice grind too slowly." Hilda spoke. "Our, judge, jury, executioner..." I trailed off.

"Convene the Trivium Unholy!" We said in unison before a gust of wind blew through me. The candles suddenly go out. Leaving us in the dark before turning back on. Revealing the Council. It was three creatures with twisted, disturbing faces and black cloaks. They sat in three stools.

"You dare summon us?" They hissed in unison.

"We apologize, Your Dishonors, but we had no choice. My best friend is being incarcerated at the Academy without trial, and we wanted to appeal to the Council on his behalf." I spoke to them clearly. "After consultation with the Right Reverend Blackwood, we have determined that there will be no trial." They spoke. My eyebrows furrowed.

"Why? Father Blackwood can't just decree these things." I spoke. "Ambrose Spellman will be executed like the scoundrel that he is on the day Father Blackwood returns from Necropolis." They said.

"No, Ambrose is innocent!" I shouted at them. "False! His acts were witnessed by the entire coven. Do not summon us again, or you will be held in contempt." They shouted before the candles went out before turning back on. They were gone. An anger festered in my chest before I kicked a candle, sending it towards the wall. It created a well sized dent before dropping on the ground.

"Fine. I'll do it myself." I said before walking out of the room.

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After I got changed into a dark blue silk button up shirt, I unbuttoned the top just a bit, and a black skirt, I walked into the Academy, late at night. Everyone was asleep so I went ahead and shimmed my way towards the witches cell. I approached the old looking door. Reminiscing about how I was locked in here for an entire night. I shivered at the thought.