"Heavens, for an immortal stronger than all of us she's been asleep for the longest," is what Erebus first heard upon waking up to a fought sleep.
After recalling the most recent of her memories, Erebus immediately became enraged. Though, she controlled it for the moment to play as if she was still sleeping. Whoever it was, she may hear valuable information, or the person may get close enough for her to reach out and grab their jugular from their throats.
"Yeah, well, I did perform a sleeping spell," Ambrose, Erebus recognized, stated as he neared closer. "You know how spells work, Sabrina."
Sabrina huffed and tapped her foot impatiently, enough for Erebus to know how far away the two were from the bed she was sprawled out on, "Well, what are you gonna do when she wakes up? You know she'll be angry and out for revenge. Remember what she did to me when I was at Riverdale?"
"Clearly," Ambrose muttered, obviously frustrated at his cousin's rambling. "I plan to explain why I've done what I did and hope we can come to an agreement of sorts."
Erebus mentally rolled her eyes. She wasn't about to be bribed, she could literally summon anything she wanted if she just thought about it. Ambrose's pleas would be fruitless...but very entertaining. Erebus had to fight to hold back the smirk that wanted to take over her facial features. Maybe she wouldn't get anything important out of what Ambrose likes to call an agreement, but she'd be able to play him and his family for a short moment whilst she plans on how to kill them all at once without any problems...including Lilith.
Sabrina couldn't help but snort at Ambrose's statement, "Sure. I doubt Erebus is very forgiving and patient. Wish you the best, Ambrose."
He didn't reply as Sabrina exited, the large wood oak doors creaking as they shut in her wake. Erebus calculated how many steps Ambrose took until he was near the bedside, looming over her "sleeping" figure.
"You may be the Queen of Hell now, but I know you're not asleep," Ambrose stated knowingly, his frown disappearing with a small smirk.
Erebus sighed and sat up slowly, staring intently at her kidnapper. "I can find a way to escape anyway, so no point in trying to fake sleep any longer."
Ambrose chuckled and Erebus could practically smell the relief that oozed from him as he took a seat next to Erebus on the large bed, smoothing down the blankets awkwardly before he began talking. "I know you're still angry...and probably confused, so I'd like to explain myself."
"Go on," Erebus urged as she rose a single eyebrow.
"I...I didn't want you to leave," Ambrose cleated his throat, pausing for a small moment. "You somehow captured my heart and I lost all senses and sanity I had when I heard you were leaving for Hell, so I couldn't have that."
Erebus couldn't help but laugh loudly, interrupting his very sincere speech. "Whatever you think love is, it's not that, Ambrose. That's called obsession and you need to rid of it before I gouge your eyeballs out. I won't tolerate your foolish attempts to woo me or whatever you must."
Ambrose's lips formed into a thin line, noticeably upset by Erebus' words. "I understand that, there really is no excuse, though I'd like to apologize and propose an offer."
Erebus eyed him carefully, acting interested in what he may say, straightening up. "Offer?"
"Yes," Ambrose clarified before moving on. "I would like to come with you to Hell as an assistant...or whatever you please, or at least have you stay here and help you with your plans to execute this coven and form a new one. I know you know I defeated you last night, - somewhat, at least - so I won't accept anything else other than what I have to offer."
Erebus licked her lips as she pretended to think on his offer, carefully examining his features for any sign he may be lying. There was none. Then, she thought on her possibilities. Go to Hell where she can plan in private and without having to confront anyone face to face without his help, or stay in Greendale and have him as a personal spy who could tell her everything she needed to know. She chose the first option, for she really didn't need a spy. She had eyes everywhere, including her powers. She didn't need him to act for her.
"Well, I hope you can pack your bags quickly," Erebus accepted his offer after a short moment of thinking, smirking at his small smile.
"Right away, Er- your Majesty," Ambrose replied as he ran out of Erebus' temporary chambers, before sliding back in for one short moment to say, "You won't regret this!"
Of course she wouldn't. She got a personal servant and got to go to hell without further problems. He was blind to the possibilities of her powers and such things, only focusing on the fact that he'd get to be with her for the time being in Hell. She knew that...and she used that to her advantage. She was only mildly disappointed he lacked the capability to think of bigger and harsher things to bargain on, but nonetheless satisfied.
The Spellmans' extinction, including Ambrose, never got easier. Though, Erebus probably should've killed them off when she first had the chance. That would've eliminated any of the previous nights events from happening. If only she hadn't relied on them to keep her revenge secret...and maybe have been more confident when it came to getting rid of Lucifer. She would have gotten the the only Queen of Hell, the Spellmans' wouldn't be a problem, her coven would be the top of her priorities, and she would be happy.
Erebus has a lot of regrets, but she couldn't go back now. Things are just starting to look up for her. Until then, she'd just have to act...without winning any golden globes or Emmys. She can accomplish that in her next "life" when nobody knows who she is or what she looks like, her coven being an exception of course.
