𝓗𝓾𝓻𝓽𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵 🔥𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓷🔥

🔥 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 3 🔥

"How did it go?" Lamia asks

Lilith looks at her "Not bad ... but remember ... for Caliban and the infernal court it could be just the beginning, we must not get distracted, I hope you are more rational than Sabrina" Lamia lets out a smirk, rationality it's not really her main feature, but she'll make sure to be as quiet as possible. For the moment.

Apophis, her familiar, a thin green snake, crawls on her shoulder. "Yes Apophis, we made it" she whispers tenderly, as if she was talking to a lover. Lamia has a new room in the Infernal palace, she finally feels at home. There is a bed with red velvet curtains, a golden mirror, reflecting the flames of an alabaster fireplace, and a silver vanity with shining mirrors. Behind a little stone door, there is a black marble bath tube, hot water is boiling inside it. Lamia combs her long hair with her ruby ​​comb, humming a song.

𝓓𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮, 𝓭𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓲𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓮

𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓾𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮

𝓕𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮

𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝓲𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓮.

A gust of wind hits her, she can't hold back a scream. Sabrina appears in her room, she looks worried. "Lamia, I need your help".

The enchantress follows her down the stone corridor, they enter in a small room, her breathing stops. There is a boy lying on a carpet, he may have passed out but Lamia is not sure. The light shines on his raven hair and his regular features. "Nick is weak" She has often heard Sabrina mention him, he must be her great love, from what she understood. The teenage witch's plan was to free Lucifer from Nick's body, and then trap him in the body of Faustus Blackwood, a former priest, who poisoned and caused the death of many members of their church. But now, Nick is extremely weak. Sabrina is on the verge of tears "My spells seem to be useless ... your magic is different from mine ... Please, help me"

Lamia reassures Sabrina. The girl, after all, is a sort of half-sister, the only close family member she has ever had, along with her snake. She decided to save her life at the Greendale Carnival, and now she is the queen of Hell thanks to her. Lamia is perhaps cynical, but she knows very well the value of loyalty.

"Don't worry, I'm an enchantress, remember? it's not the first time I've solved a case like that...he should stay here for a while anyway ...he can't make efforts, Lucifer sucked his emotions, they are much more powerful than any bodily force. Go home and sleep. He's in safe hands"

"Thank you very much, I appreciate it" She has dark circles under her beautiful eyes, and her usually perfect platinum hair is a mess. "Go to rest, you can't do anything for him now" Lamia holds her hand as a sign of comfort. Once Sabrina is gone, the enchantress approaches the boy, to observe him closer. She kneels next to him, and gently rests his head on her thighs, while stroking his forehead, with his melodious voice she begins her spell.

𝓑𝔂 𝓔𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓲𝓻,

𝓑𝔂 𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓦𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻,

𝓢𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵.

𝓟𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱 .

𝓟𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮,

"For tonight it may be enough ..."

Before leaving, the girl stops to look at his thick lashes caressing his cheeks, and her gaze stops on his lips. She does not notice the time that passes. She knows, however, that she has been hit by a sort of attraction, which, in a delicate moment like this, can be fatal.

"Damn ..." she sighs "... I didn't need that". With an enormous effort she tries not to look at the boy anymore (his lips seem so soft), she closes the door, and she comes back to her room. She takes her dress off, and she dips her naked body in the bath tube. The water is boiling hot, it comes from the Infernal River, where the damned sinners are tortured, but, in that moment, she doesn't care about the extreme heat that is burning her skin. She caresses her legs while she starts washing her body, the steam rises in spirals, her mind becomes clouded, while memories of the day pass in front of her eyes, the infernal throne, the meeting with the handsome stranger, the clash with the court, Caliban's threat, and Nick, who is just few feet from her room. As she tries to sleep in her canopy bed, between her crimson silk sheets, her traitorous mind always focuses on his lashes and the shape of his lips, and, as she stares at the ceiling, she realizes that she is in deep trouble.

"I'm losing my mind, Apophis".
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The song's lyrics were created by Shakespeare.