chilling adventures of sabrina imagines

|thunderbird • caliban|

another one for our handsome clay prince. the one and only, caliban. :)

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"Father?"

"Yes (Y/n)?" He replied, his beady eyes meeting mine. I gulped quickly, anticipating his answer.

"What will you do about the... the so called 'Prince of Hell'?"

I truly wanted to know. Ever since my father had been trapped in that poor warlock boy, who was supposedly the boyfriend of my half-sister, he had changed.

He snapped at me quite often, he blamed many things on me for unknown reasons, and he could barely uphold a normal conversation with his own daughter.

The only daughter who had been by his side since the day she was born. Never once disobeying his every rule and command.

"I'm going to kill him. Not directly, but someone will eventually end up doing it. Most likely your sister, because your much too weak to even hurt a fly."

I furrowed my eyebrows, gazing hurtfully at the man whom I've called "Dad" my whole life. This was absolutely terrible. How could he be so ignorant with me, barely realizing the pain he has caused?

"You know nothing, father." I snapped.

Sometimes, I think he forgets that I get my temper from him. I may not be willing to kill a living creature, especially because it isn't in my nature to hurt others in general. But I do know how to hurt someone with my words.

But he has known that. Ever since I was born, I knew he wanted to keep that innocent light inside me. Although he was the devil, my father loves me very much, and would do anything for me. I know that at least.

I know I am more on the quiet side, keeping to myself most of the time. But secretly, I know that because my father is still a fallen-angel, he treasures that.

He may not regret falling from Heaven, but he regrets not giving me the life that he believes I deserve. One that isn't a life in Hell. But he is just too stubborn for his own good.

"Just go get ready, (Y/n). Caliban and his idiot followers will be coming here soon. We must show them that we rule over Hell not-"

"What about Sabrina? I know she's much more powerful and fierce than myself. Why are you making me act as someone that I'm not? I know you constantly compare us both-"

"Enough!" My father bellowed. I flinched, tears of embarrassment threatening to fall from my eyes.

"You are not Sabrina! You are different than her! Why do you think you live here? Because I need you to balance out Hell alongside me!"

I stared at him, my breathing fast and ragged from anger and hurt swirling within me.

"So I'm here to make you feel better about yourself? So that people here may take you more seriously because you didn't give up at least one of your daughters? This is absolute bullshit! Your my dad, not my master! I thought you at least loved me like any decent parent should."

He looked at me with a dark expression. One that I had seen many times before, but never towards me.

"You know, I am constantly comparing myself to Sabrina. Because she has the loving family, the powers, the beauty, the friends and boyfriends that I have never had. You have taken so much from me, but not her! I don't care if I sound like I'm whining or being jealous, but I'm not. I am angry and hurt."