Prince of Hell's Queen || Caliban, Demon Prince of Hell...

Chapter 15: Loss of Power.

High Priestess Zelda, summoned us to her office for a meeting. Apparently, we are under some mystical attack and our powers are waning.

It's Lucifer. I can feel it in my bones. I asked the Priestess to conduct another meeting.

"I visited Lucifer, yesterday..." I inform.
"You did what!" Zelda exclaims.
"I'm sorry, but he said something to me. He said that you guys should be careful, that we would pay the price for imprisoning him... At first, I thought it was one of his fable attempts to scare me but now..."

We visit the Dark Lord and Sabrina's family find out that I'm... the Queen of Hell.

"Queen. Queen of Hell! Explain yourself!" The Priestess exclaims.
"I'm sorry. I only did it for Nick and the realms. And-"
"And what! What else have you and my foolish niece done?!" She asks.
"Sabrina didn't do anything.... It was all me. And I couldn't tell you because I don't precisely have the throne yet. There's a Prince of Hell, this surfer dude named Caliban, and he has challenged my Queenship. And I need to win the throne to stabilise the realms." I answer.

"And how did you even have a claim to the throne." Hilda asks.
"Apparently, I'm a Prince of Hell and... Heaven..." I reply nervously.
"HEAVEN! OH MY LILITH!" Zelda exclaims.

"I promise you, Ms. Spellman. We will find a way. We always do. I already have an idea." I reassure her
"Care to tell me your idea, your highness?" The Priestess asks.
"I'll ask Lilith. She knows all the tea." I reply.

"Seriously, First, Purgatory. Now, hell. What's next heaven?" Zelda asks.
"Oh Zelds. Calm yourself. Darling Bridget did this to save our niece. Infact we owe her one." Hilda stands up for me, "Darling, go ask Lilith for help. We stay and make sure nothing else goes wrong." She looks at me and says

Eventually, we find an option. Angel blood.

"My blood will work, I'm half-angel." I inform.
"Your blood is diluted with demon blood as well." Ambrose informs.
"Why don't we just burn it off after?" I ask.
"You know, that might just work..." Ambrose says hopefully. We go to the mortuary, and deal with all that mishagous.

"My powers aren't working, I'm not strong enough..." Ambrose exhales.
"Mine are." I say, "But it will take some time.."

I finally burn off the demon blood.

"Unholy shit... Pure angel blood..." Ambrose picks up the vival of Gold, Angel blood. I smirk.
"We can be saved." He whispers, "But it's not enough."
"I'm sorry, Ambrose. Pure demon blood is hard to burn off. And, even if I evaporate more demon blood, the angelic blood can disguise itself and I could inhale it again." I tell.

"Maybe we can find a duplication spell, though I doubt it will work. Perhaps one of my Aunts can find a solution. Auntie Hilda knows best in these matters." He says and I nod.

We go to the mortuary. Me and 'Brina are sitting in her room. The aunts and Ambrose are finding a solution. Sabrina won't talk.

" 'Brina, please tell me. I have never seen you like this. What's wrong?"
Tears roll down her cheeks.
" 'Brina please, you're worrying me." I beg her.

"Nick.. It's Nick." She hugs me and cries.
"What's wrong with Nick?" I ask.
"He was.. He was partying, with.. with.." Sabrina stutters.
"With what?" I ask concerned.
"Sex demons..." She lets out another cry.
"Oh my gosh, Sabrina..." I hug her tightly.
"I walked in on them. I was looking for him at the academy, he wasn't there. So I went to Dorian's and I heard a yell so I followed the voice and it was Nick!" She cries. I comfort her.

" 'Brina. Please don't cry. I understand Nick is going through a tough time but what he did was wrong. We need to celebrate The Hare Moon. And no crying on holidays. You are the symbolic hare. You are a strong, independent woman. The strongest that I know and crying isn't a good look on you." I say. 'Brina and I chuckle at the last bit.

"You're right. I should pop in for a quick shower before the picnic." She says, I smile, then she walks to her bathroom.

I walk home to get ready for the picnic, then I hear a voice.
"Princess, you give good advice." Caliban announces. I spit at him.
"Then here's another one. Stop following me, Creepo the freakin' creepy clown." I walk away.

"Princess, I mean to apologise. The first round was yours." He says sadly but a glint in his voice informs me that he doesn't mean it.

"Yeah, of course I believe that!" I scoff, "Go away, Caliban. I never trusted you from the start and the two slaps that I gave you in Pandemonium were proof that I couldn't care less. The only thing I regret was that I didn't slap you again because let's be honest, you deserve worse than that." I quickly say and walk away.

"Princess-"
"Go fuck yourself, Caliban. I don't wanna hear it, especially as I know that you don't mean it one bit and I have more important things to do, like saving my coven from that narcissist that's rotting in the witch's cell." I shout angrily, "BYE!"
"As you wish..." He disappears and as he does, I notice that he actually looks guilty. Now I feel bad for being mean to him.

Comment if you want Caliban's thoughts after this argument and what is happening in Hell. And tell me what days you would like be to update. My schedule is kinda crazy. Work, 5 months pregnant, writing. I will try and make an update every day. Like always, hope you enjoy and love you!
Xoxo, Lauretta...🥰❤❤