Lamia has been thinking about the blood pact with Caliban the whole week, every time she closes her eyes, the memory of his mischievous grin comes to life, haunting her forever. She just can't forgot the sadistic expression she saw behind his blue eyes, while he was cutting her hand with the knife, he was not disturbed by the fact that he was hurting the girl, her pain was his pleasure.
And the worst part of it was that she was intrigued by that.
Nothing about Caliban made sense, he wanted to steal her throne, but he tried to seduce her in the library, he cheated during the first quest, but that night, when she was broken, he comforted her, reassured her, she felt good, almost protected, Lamia had to stand up for herself her entire life, that night, she took off her heavy armor, in order to let human warmth creep into her, it was a new and pleasant sensation. And the ball, their bodies were few feet apart, closer than ever, she could feel her skin burning under his hands.
She hears someone knocking on her bedroom door, interrupting his thoughts.
"Yes?" She asks.
A pale hand slowly opens the door, Sabrina comes in, as pretty as always, with her black headband on her soft blonde hair.
"Good evening Sabrina, what reason bring you here?"
Lamia knows that Sabrina is still living on Earth, and she only goes to Hell when she has important news for her, but she tend to avoid the place.
Sabrina closes the door, she comes closer to Lamia, who is already ready to go to bed.
"I'm just here because I want to verify that you're ok" The teenage witch says.
Lamia looks at her, surprised, she smiles.
"I've told you, you're not in this alone, you can count on me" Sabrina keeps talking, she holds Lamia's right hand, who is surprisingly cold. "When I suggested your name for the throne, I made a promise to you, Lamia. And trust me, I never forget my promises. I will always be ready to support you"
"Well Sabrina, thank you, I appreciate it" Lamia says.
Sabrina gets up, she starts waking back and forth, avoiding Lamia's gaze.
"Besides, I'm worried, I don't trust Caliban, but you already know that"
Lamia sighs "Yes, Brina, we already talked about that many times with Lilith, I actually feel a bit offended, you're underestimate me, I can perfectly control him, I'm an enchantress, dont forget it".
Sabrina breathes deeply, Apophis is on Lamia's bed, the witch caresses the snake's little head, who closed his eyes. "The truth is that I don't believe he's a good person"
"And I told you many times that I'm not a good person either"
"You know what I think Lamia, it's different, he's a demon, they're evil by nature, I have always found his attitude suspicious and ambiguous, but I respect your decision, and I support you. Is this your last decision, Lamia?"
"Yes" Lamia whispers, her eyes are full of tears.
"I support you, I will never fight you my dear, believe me"
Lamia's eyes looks at her beautiful platinum hair, her sweet face, and she releases all the pain her chest was filled with. While the witches hugs her, she feels relieved, her tears wipe her pain away.
"Sabrina, I'm so lucky to have you" she whispers in her ear.
"You will be a beautiful bride" The witch says.
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