Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Oneshots/Imagines

Caliban - The Devils Advocate

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You hate to say that you weren't completely shocked about where you were being contained at the moment. A cramped cell forged of Damascus steel kept you at the complete mercy of Lilith. She would occasionally drag her long fingers across the bars in order to rile you up and bang against the bars when you weren't expecting it. You really wanted to rip her throat out, and the entirety of Hell including Lilith knew you could. However, the slightest attempt to kill her gave Lilith enough grounds to have you executed.

That was probably the reason she hated you so much. She was finally queen of Hell, and she couldn't even put down Lucifer's precious guard dog. At least not while all of Hell glorified you. You were notorious for being the Devil's ruthless minion. If Sabrina was the Devil's sword, you were his armour. You protected him with your life, and you were raised to end it all for him. Well, you were supposed to.

You weren't really responsible for protecting just Lucifer. Your entire existence revolved around the protection and security of the Morningstar bloodline. That being said if Lucifer needed to preserve his bloodline, you would move on from Lucifer and protect his children. However, you weren't expecting his child to be the cause of his downfall.

"(Y/N)!"

You snapped your head up at the sound of Lilith's voice. She had been waiting for a response you couldn't give her. She obviously didn't care about a word you said, but she did enjoy how annoyed you would get when she was near you.

"We've got some visitors, you know. A special Morningstar seemed to find her way back into our arms," she mocked.

You tried to keep your face expressionless. You couldn't let her see how you were feeling. The truth was that you were insanely worried about Sabrina. She was your mission despite what she did. If anything happened to her, the blame would fall on you not Lilith.

"Well, it would be the first time we've had true royalty in Pandemonium for a while," you seethed.

You felt her cold gaze on you, but you only ignored it and picked at your nails. You masked your embarrassment with sarcasm and spite. How could you, Hell's deadliest assassin, be kept in some crate like a dog.

"Your majesty, your guests have arrived,"

Lilith smiled at her minion before chuckling to herself. She was getting her way, and it enraged you. From your cell you could clearly hear the chatter of Sabrina and whoever was with her. You had to get her to wake up and realize the danger she was putting everyone in. This imbalance will doom you all.

You watched Lilith leave the room in absolute disgust. As soon as the grand doors closed you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You eyed the room for a plan-any plan when your eyes landed on the bruised and bloodied boy across the room. The devil was in there, and you were damn sure he was raising Hell inside Scratch's head. Perhaps, this was your ticket out of this cage.

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You smirked at Sabrina's attempt to crown Lilith as queen. You had a better chance of being queen than Lilith did, not that you would ever take the chance. As anyone could have guessed, nobody approved of Lilith.

"It would seem, Lilith, that no one else here sees you like a royal. Now who would have guessed that?" You asked nobody in particular.

Lilith glared at you as the entire court finally took notice of you in your cell hidden in the back of the room. At once everyone was enraged.

"How dare you lock up Hell's greatest line of defence!" King Beelzebub scolded as the kings walked up to your cage and attempted to unlock it.

"She offers no true value to this throne. If she was, Lucifer would still be here!" Lilith mocked as she turned away from you.