The Second Dark Lord

0.2 The Angel with Black Wings

October 20th

"Onyx trying keeps eating my dead rats," Celeste states. She stared hatefully at the grey owl who sat on its perch.

"Then go to the pet store. They've got plenty for the reptiles," Nox retorts, stroking the owl's head with their finger.

"Why don't you do that? I caught those rats myself, Onyx caught none of them." Celeste growled.

"Quiet! The both of you. I had enough of this insensible bickering." A voice rang out from the top of the supports.

"Azazel, you're back so soon?" Nox looks at their shadowed covered master. His wings shined a bit from the little sunlight that entered their shack. "How'd it go, with the King of Hell?"

"Horrid. Sometimes I wish to drive a sword through his gut," Azazel snarled balancing on the supports. His wings puffed out a bit in anger.

"What did he want?" Celeste asked.

"To watch over a petty witch of his, Sabrina Spellman, I think it was." Azazel tells his loyal witches.

"A witch from his own Domain?" Celeste raised an eyebrow.

"I've heard about her when I was at the little boy's club in the Gray Room. She's the half mortal witch," Nox recalls. "Under what rule can Satan try to command you?"

"No one's rule but my own. That's if I allow it," Azazel says dropping down to them. Wilted black feathers falling to the ground as his wings closed closely to his back. His pale hand pushing his blond hair out of his eyes. "Not to mention that certain Spellman holds the book."

"The book? Your book?!" Nox says in surprise. "Why?! Why leave it in their hands?!"

"Silence!" Azazel shouted. Shutting the witch up from their rambling. "Don't ever question me."

Nox's lips pressed down on each other creating a thin line on their face when Azazel got close to theirs.

"So what now?" Celeste spoke breaking the tension between her superior and friend. Turning his head towards his young witch, Azazel sighed heavily before stating that they'll simply wait until the month dies.

"Why? What's the point of waiting?" Nox asked crossing their arms.

"Relax Nox. I know what I'm doing," Azazel says. "You just have to be patient."

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The meeting with Father Blackwood still had not fully cleared up the doubts that occupied her head on the Dark baptism that was nearing. Sabrina couldn't stop thinking about it and that made her anxious.

"What am I going to do, Salem? I don't want to give up my life in the mortal world and lose my friends but I also want to prove myself a witch and become stronger... I can't. I don't know what to do," The young witch rambles before falling face down into her bed.

Meowing, her familiar called out to her, nudging a black book that was on her bedside.

"The Black Feather book... Of course, there's got to be a clue or something to help me understand." Sabrina sat up, grabbing the book from the bedside. She flipped through the many pages, trying to find something that would help her. But after looking through the many pages for over an hour, Sabrina wasn't able to find anything.

"Argh!!!! What does it take for this book to give me something useful." Sabrina groaned tossing the book harshly onto the bed. But it had bounced off the edge of the bed and ended up hitting the hardwood floor. If it was not for her familiar's meowing, the young witch wouldn't have known the book had opened up to a very inked out paged.

The page was very detailed with its drawings and old text. Picking the book back up, Sabrina slowly turned the page over to see that more pages were being filled up with ink. The pages started to reveal images of a story. The story depicted a angel falling from Heaven and being in prisioned in the mortal world, locked up with chains bounding its wings, arms and legs to the earth. Preventing it from ever leaving the mortal realm.

Though the last few pages that appeared to her, showed the fallen angel being greeted by a dark figure. From what she was able to tell, the dark figure looked to have offered the angel something but the angel refused. At the last page, it seemed like the angel and the dark figure was able to come to a arrangement and the chains that once bounded the angel to the mortal realm were broken. Allowing for the Angel to travel back and forth from Hell and the mortal world.

Sabrina scanned through the pages once more to gain a better insight between the dark figure and the angel but both their faces were either blank or scribbled out preventing her from even knowing what they look like.

"This still doesn't help me with my doubts," Sabrina says out loud like the book could hear her. But then she remembered something. The summoning spell she saw the first time when she picked the book up. Flipping through the pages once more, the young witch finally found it.

"Summon at your own risk." Reading the warning that was written in what looks like to be blood, would've made any one not want to do this. But then again, Sabrina Spellman wasn't just anyone. So the next morning, Sabrina went out into the woods with the material that were needed for the summoning with Salem following behind her.

Pulling out the sketch pad from her bag, she started to recite the summoning spell.

"Oh, Prince of Darkness, I call you forth. I seek the one that fears not of the Dark Lord," Sabrina chants drawing out the runes on the first page of the sketch pad. The sun was not fulling shining upon the earth enough for sunlight to bleed through the trees at full light. Once the runes were completely drawn out, the runes lit up before quickly dying afterwards.

Nothing appeared to happened soon after which left the young witch and her familiar in the deep woods waiting for something to come. Salem meowed with distaste as he sat on a tree stump.

"Maybe whoever was suppose to come is dealing with something. Or i did it wro-"

"No, you did it quite alright." A voice interrupted her. The witch turned to see a thin man with very pale skin and nearly sliverish short hair. He wore a thin cotton shirt and black ripped up trousers with worn down leather boots. "Sabrina Spellman, I was wondering when you were going to summon me."