Caliban, Prince of Hell

Capítulo 18

"You must try!" Roz is trying to make me join to one of their cheerleader's routine.

"Come on, when will you have another chance like this?! Come on, please please please!" Sabrina begs and I finally decide to take my ass off the bench.

"Fine, I will get dress and cheer with you, but it's a one-time only thing!" I laugh. She rushes me to the locker room and puts me in a red mini skirt.

"I look ridiculous." I laugh at myself.

"Girl you look hot." She sings.

"I'm queen of hell and I'm using a cheerleader uniform. I can only imagine Lilith's disapproving face."

"Screw Lilith! You are a teenager who is living a boring adult life, let's do something that normal teenagers would do!" Roz convinces me.

I grab some yellow pompons and run to the football field laughing all the time. I feel normal and happy.

"That was amazing!" I say, after finishing practice.

"Told ya." Roz answer me.

"Finally, I missed some girl time!" Sabrina says.

"Totally." The girl tells.

When we are walking to the benches, I see Caliban dressing as a mortal, with a yellow t-shirt, wayyyy to small to his body, and some blue jeans. He was watching our practice.

"I will be right back." I tell my friends and run to the corner of the benches.

"What are you doing here?" I smile.

"I was watching the Queen of Hell do an amazing performance." He smiles at me. "That was hot, Princess." He whispers in my ear. "Maybe you could keep that for later?"

"Keep dreaming Caliban." I tease him. "No, but really, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Hell and not in High School?" I didn't know in which point of a relationship we were, so I didn't understand why he was here.

"You don't want me here?" He frowns.

"No, I do. I just don't understand... why." I smile.

"I wanted to see you. And to make sure you were ok." He confesses.

"Oh." I mumble. "I'm happy to see you too." I kiss his cheek.

"Those mortals won't stop looking at you." He points with his head to the football team.

"Are you jealous, Caliban?" I smirk.

"They don't have a chance against me." He says, cockily and I roll my eyes.

He followed me to the locker room and waited until I changed back to my clothes.

"Are you sure you don't want my company?" Sabrina asks me for the fifth time.

"I'm sure." I hug her tight. "I will call you later, ok?"

"Ok." She smiles and then turns to Caliban. "Take care of her, would you?" He simply nods.

"I don't forget about my birthday party!" She shots before Caliban takes us away.

...

"If Lucifer is out there walking freely, we should have a plan!" Lilith shouts at me. "You should have told me before, Serena! He's going to kill me."

"Nobody knows where he is, but there is no signed of him in Hell."

"Of course not! Lucifer knows all the door to Hell! He won't get caught by a kid!"

"Careful." Caliban warns her, putting himself in front of me. "You are talking to the Queen of Hell."

"There won't be any Hell if Lucifer decides to get his revenge!" Lilith is furious and scared at the same time.

"Hell has a Queen and King, Lucifer doesn't belong here anymore, he was dethroned by us." Caliban states.

"Lucifer is Hell. He created this place; do you think he's not going to reclaim it?! We need a plan." She says, waving her finger while she walks in circles.

Lilith is right, Lucifer will never stop trying to get his revenge towards me and Sabrina – and all of the witches – for betraying him.

"Did Lucifer ever love someone?" I ask.

"I don't know Serena, he clearly didn't love me and he had a ton of lovers." She rolls her eyes.

"But he wasn't always evil, he was an angel before turning to the Dark Lord." I say. "And if he was an angel, he was capable of love." I keep with my thoughts.

"And how does that help?! Even if Lucifer loved someone, he's been around since the beginning of humans, we could have loved anyone." Lilith counter argue. "I have to find somewhere he won't find me." She disappears in fire, leaving me and Caliban to protect Hell.

If Lucifer did love someone, then he had feelings and was vulnerable to something. Maybe the memory of that someone could help us discourage him for killing all of us.