"Thank you for everything you've done for me, I'll never forget it"
The time spent with Nick is now part of her life, sweet moments of relief, an oasis of peace in the midst of tension and anger. The race to the throne becomes more and more difficult, and sadly, she has to admit that the psychological pressure of Caliban is overwhelming her, but she cannot give up, not now.
The girl gives Nick one of her rare smiles "Don't worry" . The water relieves the stinging of his forehead, his mind is still clouded by sorrow, bad memories of the past, when Lucifer had possessed him.
"Do you want ... do you want to talk about it?"
Nick does not answer, and the girl regrets her curiosity, her question, after all, is too delicate and intimate. After a few minutes, to the enchantress' amazement, the boy begins to speak.
" The worst part of it was that there were no negative emotions, only emptiness. Do you know what scares me the most?" He looks at her with bright eyes.
"No"
"Oblivion... there is nothing left inside you, no anger, no hatred, no joy, no fear, no happiness ... it's just emptiness"
"Yes, yes I understand" she lowers her eyes. She had felt this way after sabrina had welcomed her into her house, after her metamorphosis, she knew nothing of the earth, she felt so confused. "I thought feeling no emotions made me invincible" she says, "I realized it was just an illusion".
She looks at him in the eyes, a few moments of silence, just the two of them, a special moment that the warlock only shares with the enchantress. Maybe the boy belongs to sabrina, but, in those moments, nick shares a part of his soul with her.
"Just with me" she thinks. She is aware that the majority of the members of the court do not like her, she sees it in the dirty looks they give her in the corridors, but with Nick she feels accepted, even safe.
She hears footsteps approaching, she turns around, and she sees a pair of black heels.
Sabrina. (The way she looks at him)
"I'm here Nick, thank you Lamia" the young blonde witch smiles. Lamia sees the way he looks at her, he doesn't just look at her, his whole face is focused on her. He gives her that look.
She feels a melancholy motion that breaks her heart.
She sighs, as she closes the stone door, one part of her, vulnerable, defenseless, is tempted, it would like to overhear those sweet words of love, pretend to be in Sabrina's body, the other part, more rational, obliges her to close the door and stop this pathetic feeling.
Her emerald eyes fill with tears.
"Is it physical attraction? Or you are just afraid to be alone?" She turns, Caliban is leaning against the wall, crossed arms, with his usual arrogant smirk.
"In any case, it is none of your business"
He notices that her eyes are shiny, but he decides not to question. The girl tries to walk faster, through the corridor of the Hell Palace, lit by the torches, her sweet scent spreads in the air. "Try to keep this anger, and transform it into energy for the first quest" he says.
She turns around, annoyed, "I beg your pardon, did I perhaps speak to you?" Caliban smiles, they walk silently down the corridor.
"There is something strange about you, Lamia" everytime that he pronounces her name, it has a certain effect on her. "You are arrogant, presumptuous, rebellious" Lamia bites her tongue to stop her from answering, he comes closer, he strokes a piece of her golden hair. She stiffens but doesn't move "But there is something infinitely painful behind your eyes". For the first time, she notices the color of his eyes, it's a sea green close to blue.
"What a foolish observation, Caliban" she interrupts him, by breaking the chemistry of the moment.
"I told you, I don't trust you" I know what your goal is. I know you don't care to be bad or dangerous, as long as you reach it. And in this, Caliban..."
She walks up to him, she looks in his eyes. "We're the same"
"Goodnight, Caliban" she looks at him mischievously "And be ready to watch me winning tomorrow"
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥According to the book, the crown should be at the bottom of Sweet Water River in Riverdale. Lamia bends over, she touches the water with a finger, she takes her dress off, the wind caresses her sinuous body, but the passion she feels in her heart warms her, she doesn't feel the cold, she doesn't feel the fear, the crown is already in her hands. She dives in the river, with a longing light in her eyes "And hell will be mine" this time for real. She plunges into the river, she swims deeper, with a tool that Ambrose Spellman gave her, she can localize the crown, a spell allows her to breath under water.
A sparkle in the sand, Lamia digs, and the crown is in her hands, her hands touch the cold metal.
As she swims to the shore, she doesn't notice a dark shadow following her, she can't breathe anymore, she swims as fast as she can, her legs pushing. Her head comes out of the water, she breathes deeply.
"The crown, the crown"
The crown is there, in her trembling hands, she is closer to the shore, she catches her breath, she gets dressed. A sudden, terrible noise, she turns, Herod is coming for her, asking for his crown, (my crown), his body is in the process of decay, the signs of his curse are visible on his body, the demonic expression on his face
"Explode Centena Millia!"
The spell slows Herod, but it doesn't defeat him.
A whirlwind of flames, Caliban is standing in front of her, he doesn't talk.
"Caliban help me!" she begs, fear has taken possession of her body.
"Oh, you are so pretty when you beg me, I could get used to it" he bends down and he takes the crown, the evil light in his eyes "No, I think not" the smile disappears from his face, her eyes are filled with tears. But before she realizes it, the demon prince had already disappeared with the crown.
She tries again "Explode Centena Millia!"
This time the spell works, Herod's body explodes in black fire, his blood hits her face. In desperate sobs, the girl stands up trembling, she risked death, but above all, she has just experienced the greatest humiliation of her life.
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