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𝐼𝓃𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒞𝒶𝓁𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒜𝒹𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒮𝒶𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒯𝑒𝑒𝓃𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽. 𝒮𝑒𝓂𝒾 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒. 𝒜𝓈𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃. 𝑀𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾 -𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂, 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾-𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅, 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾-𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒜𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓉. 𝟣𝟪+ 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎
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Zelda gave a small half shrug of unsurprised of admittance. Of course it was Sabrina's power that had first drawn his attention; why else would a demon be attracted to a sixteen year old witch? But her niece had many qualities and so it was also no surprise that other aspects had made Caliban's attraction a little more permanent.
"Personally, I wasn't aware Hell was in need of a monarchy," she countered drily, rolling her eyes a little. Considering Lucifer was immortal, the idea seemed even more senseless, and no doubt it was far more to do with a fallen angel's ego than any real need for a dynasty. "But if my niece, even an...alternate timeline version, is to be Queen, then I expect everyone around her to be vehemently loyal. And that includes that pack I've heard you run around with." The Plague Kings had attacked Sabrina three times before, attempting to kill her no less, and she very much doubted they were suddenly warmed to the girl.
"Yes, well," Zelda tapped the ash of her cigarette once more. "Her musical interests are directly influenced by Mr Kinkle, I believe. A teenage mortal boy with a band is rarely an expert in taste." She punctuated the remark with a tight smile.
"So we've established why you wish to marry her," she continued. "Now what remains is to prove whether you're worthy of it."
"The Infernal Courts no longer have the faith in Lucifer they once had," Caliban answered honestly to her wondering about a monarchy in Hell. "He was easily over thrown by mortal witches, including yourself," though he knew it was hardly easy on their end -- in the eyes of the Inferno, it had been far too easy a task. "What is stopping the other realms from deciding he is too weak of a ruler? Sabrina won the Trials and earned the throne. Making her worthy in the eyes of the Inferno. But in the eyes of those of other realms she is what has not been achieved in a millennia." A Nephilim. A child of human and angel. A child of celestial and mortal origins. Though she did not have the Inferno in her blood -- any child of theirs would. Her Celestial and mortal blood, combined with his Inferno magics would create a power that had never existed. A combination of all three of the realms. Infernal, Celestial, Mortal.
"The realms are watching. Most are no threat. Zeus couldn't care less about what is happening beyond Olympus and Osiris is in an eternal war with his brother." The fae had locked themselves away from mortals long ago and only passed through when prying mortals became too close. "But that does not mean there are others -- Odin would like nothing more than to add the Infernal realm to his collection. And once one falls -- the others will follow."
"Lucifer left Sabrina a more treacherous throne than she even realizes," Caliban point out. "She will need help. If you desire for me to prove why I am fit to aid her in such a talk, tell me what it is you wish."
"Fine," Sabrina agreed. "You answer mine and I'll answer yours." She had to agree it did kinda seem fair, though she hadn't expected Caliban to think that way. Maybe Sabrina was rubbing off on him; that was a positive, she guessed.
"Like the sandcastles," she replied, remembering the first time she saw him. Building castles on the beach as though they were in California rather than the Infernal Realm. He'd certainty been bare-chested enough for the sunshine state. No, she was getting distracted; his attractiveness wasn't in question. She was aware he was good-looking; it was everything else that was the problem. "I guess that's cool. Being creative. Making things. It's certainly better than destroying them-- and," she added, "all the more reason for you to understand that taking over the mortal realm, destroying people's lives and homes, is a bad thing." She was determined to drive that point home. Weren't creatives, even ones made of clay in the pits of Hell, supposed to be super empathetic?
"Ew, no, I'm not jealous," she immediately dismissed, offended by the idea on multiple levels, not least because being jealous of Sabrina's boyfriend entered a weird and creepily complicated place. "It matters because Sabrina and I-- I care about her. We were once the same person, and even though we're not anymore, it doesn't mean we're not close. We're like...twin sisters, and twins care what happens to each other, who they let into their lives. And since she doesn't remember you encasing her in rock for years but I do," she added pointedly, "I need to know she's safe. And that this is right. Also, we're like super young for either of us to be getting married."
"Everything returns to the mortal realm," Caliban shook his head. "You speak more of it than my betrothed does, yet she is the one who would be capable of changing my mind." It was amusing really, how they could have the same face but be so different. Where his beloved was fierce and capable. The Sabrina before him was, well -- in truth -- annoying. How he had once believed this Sabrina before him was fit to rule, he would never understand.
"But I didn't encase her in stone," Caliban pointed out. "She encased me. She does not have the experiences you do. While yes, perhaps I was a little cold hearted in that moment. It was deserved. You had cheated and used my own honor previously against me." He held up a hand before she could speak. "The only person who truly knew where the silver was located was Lucifer... am I to believe he did not tell you? Or that you were able to find it so quickly on your own when no one else had? Truthfully, all it took was following you. And had anyone else realized, your fate would have been far worse than a few years in stone."
"You forget, Spellman. The moment you met in the hall -- your experiences change. I am not the monster in the dark to her that I am to you."
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"If you have permission from Lucifer, I imagine there's something for himself in the bargain," Zelda observed coolly. "Be assured, the Dark Lord always has his own interests at the heart of all his decisions, and both Sabrina and yourself should be on guard. Father or not." She punctuated the point with a harsh tap of her cigarette, the ash crumbling into the glass tray, smoking slightly.
"I see..." Zelda mulled over everything the prince promised. His dedication to tradition, the importance he seemed to attach to it, didn't seem feigned, nor did she sense much of a lie in any of his words. Though, of course, he could be exceptionally good at deception. Squinting at him a moment, she considered him a little longer before speaking.
"Well, I won't deny it's refreshing to hear someone heeding her guardians. Even if Sabrina doesn't." And Mr Kinkle had certainly never adhered to instruction; always pushing his way into their home no matter the discouragement she threw in his direction. Mr Scratch was a vast improvement in her opinion, but of course there was only one of him and now there were two of her niece.
"So tell me," she continued, "as you are so very old; what is it, beyond her power, that attracts you to Sabrina?"
There was no hiding the small smile that tugged at his lips at the mention of his beloved's reluctance to follow rules. She was headstrong in many ways and it was those ways that he felt would make her a good rules -- with help of course, the last thing they needed was her completely setting the infernal realm on celestial fire. But it was one of her more prominent qualities. And he was not surprised at her comments of Lucifer. It was true the Dark Lord rarely did anything that benefited others and not himself. Caliban had yet to figure out what that benefit was, but he was sure it was make itself known soon.
"I will admit, it was her power at first." He was pleased he did not have to hide the fact that power was attractive. Sabrina was a powerful witch as well as the Queen of Hell. There was a large amount of power resting on those small shoulders. "But our quest for the Regalia taught me much more than that. She is headstrong and quick on her feet. She is an intelligent young woman with a sharp mind and I look forward to watching that intelligence grow. I truly believe she will be a fine ruler for the Infernal Realm." He had not when the trials had first started, but over time, he came around to it. "I learned much from her during those days and I continue to learn from her despite my life experience. Though, I do question her taste in music." That was something he had yet to understand.
"Truthfully, I could stand here for hours and tell you all the small things that draw me to her. She has flourished in the Infernal Realm and it has been a wonder to behold."
Sabrina's frown furrowed her brow. "So what you're saying is that you used to like mortals? But, what? This century's turnout isn't great?" She shook her head at him. "That is such an old person's perspective." How was Sabrina Morningstar even into this guy? It was like dating a really old, really arrogant grandpa. With a great skincare routine. Who probably went to the gym like twice a day. And looked after his hair. And kept his shirt open more than the other grandpas. Okay, so maybe this wasn't the best comparison she could have decided to make.
"Look, I will admit that the mortal realm is not without its flaws. But neither is Hell," she added firmly. "And there are great minds in the world still. And great artists. You're just focusing on the negative parts and seeing none of the good things, the amazing things that mortals still create and discover. Maybe," she added pointedly, "if you're planning to spend eternity with Sabrina, you need to learn more about her world so you can see why both of us love it so much."
Folding her arms, Sabrina did her best not to look defensive. "What I'm questioning is how she can get over the fact you tried to kill us. Or that you seem to see mortals as...expendable. You're not that attractive." Okay, yes, he was attractive, but not enough to forget all that, right?
"I'm not trying--" She sighed heavily. "Asking about your hobbies is trying to get to know you, to understand you-- and why Sabrina likes you. Unlike in Hell, not everything is a personal attack, Caliban."
Caliban looked at her curiously for a moment before nodding his head. "Very well, I will answer your question but then you will answer one of mine. Honestly. Since I am giving you that honor." Perhaps it was a moment of pettiness -- a reminder of when she accused him of being without honor and then abandoned him to rot for centuries. "I enjoy making things with my hands. Crafting sculptures of sand, rock and clay."
He could understand the oddity of it given he had been crafted from clay. But being able to mold substances into other shapes quieted his mind. It was as though he was one with the Earth once more -- not that he had memory of it -- and everything around him disappeared. When the King's were at their worst, Caliban would often vanish to the Shore of Sorrows and build castles of sand. Like the day he first met Sabrina.
"Now it is my turn ... why does all this matter to you?" he asked her curiously. "It is not you I am marrying -- not truly. When you and Morningstar split your paths diverged. You made different choices, became different people. Perhaps she made choices you would not have and you have made choices she would not have. If my ego were greater I would say it was jealousy -- however I placed this opportunity before you and you turned it down. So I find myself perplexed."
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"Oh yes, I'm sure an impulsive 16 year old girl and a demonic prince who has no concept of age or time have given this entire thing due consideration," Zelda countered with a sharp and cutting dryness. "Honestly." Shaking her head, she took a drag on her cigarette, her gaze only returning to Caliban as he explained his purpose for this practically unannounced visit.
"I see," she replied noncommittedly, tapping the ash out into a glass tray. "Well, at least she hasn't lost her sense entirely while down in Hell, or her place as a Spellman either," she added pointedly. It didn't matter what blood she might have claimed, or that she was some...timeline double of her niece, she was still a Spellman; she had been raised here, in this family, and she certainly wasn't going to let Lucifer or any of Hell take full claim on the girl.
"And, tell me, what does she plan to do if I or my sister decide to deny our permission for this marriage?" She challenged, her gaze piercing into him, undeterred by just who or what he was. Quite frankly, she didn't care if he was the King of Hell himself, she wasn't going to be cowed into setting aside concerns for Sabrina, whether it be Spellman or Morningstar. "Does this dalliance end immediately, or is your request for permission nothing more than a ceremonial illusion, with the pair of you intending to carry on regardless?"
The demon prince had not expected this to be easy. He had never spoken to Zelda Spellman personally but he knew enough of her from watching the Spellman family and speaking with Sabrina to know she was not a woman to be taken lightly. She was cold and calculating and saw things as they were. So he was not surprised when she knew who and what he was.
"I cannot speak for her," he said after a moment of silence, seeing not reason to lie to the witch. "I have no knowledge as to whether this is a farse or if it truly holds meaning to her. But I know you are her family as well. . I have been given Lucifer's permission, something I never thought to receive."
Another long pause passed between them before he spoke. "I come here with honestly." Something that was rare in the demon world, even he could admit that. "And in truth, your blessing carries more weight for myself than that of a being that has been in her life for all of a handful of mortal months. You know her at her core. So if your desire was for me to step aside and have her find another to stand with her --- I would accept your decision. I am old -- as you have stated. I do not take these things lightly. I cannot speak for her, however."
"Yes, maybe taking the crown and having a throne in Hell has changed something about Sabrina in like a physical surviving-Pandemonium way, but we are still both half-mortal, we have the same Mother who was and is a mortal. And a whole mortal family attached to that. Plus mortal friends at school; trust me, we are both on the same page here. Pro- mortal. If you're really going to be, like, living in infernal bliss or whatever, I suggest you get over your backwards anti-mortal prejudice fast," Sabrina concluded firmly, confrontation lacing every edge to her word. She didn't get this guy and she got why Sabrina liked him even less.
"That's how you place value on things? How long they live?" Sabrina gave a scoff of disgust, shaking her head. "That is such a typical demon view. Cats don't live anywhere near as long as any human and yet mortals still think they're important." And she was sure Salem would completely agree. "Same for dogs, owls, any animal actually. It's not..." She sighed heavily, trying to be reasonable. They needed to come to some sort of vague understanding if he was really going to be married to Sabrina Morningstar. Unless....there was a divorce. Was that even a thing for a Queen of Hell?
"Look, there must be things that you like? For no other reason than that you like them-- and I don't mean things like torture or whatever else you probably have as a hobby," she added quickly before he could start talking about lava pits or something. "It's not about how long something is alive or whether they make an impact in the grand scale of eternity, it's about their worth, their small impact on someone or something, for the time they're here. However long that might be. It's about love, having love for someone or something, even if it's different from you. Please tell me you understand that at least."
"There are many mortals who have value that lived short lives," Caliban shook his head. "Some shorter than others. There was once a time when you mortals craved to have value and add to this world. You birthed great philosophers, artists, and minds. You mapped the cosmos before you knew how correct you were. But now --" he took a deep breath, an almost sigh. "You create ... your reality television and learn about these great minds but do little to add onto their work. Your science destroys your realm faster than any demon could. Truthfully it would be almost worse for the mortal world for you to be left to your own devices than to be made a ninth circle," he added with a half laugh.
"The mortal realm has contributed little in value to the cosmos in centuries. So many of you have become lost in egos so large it is amazing there is not a line of souls waiting to get into the inferno," he pointed out. "Even your small impacts, as you call them, have all but faded. Even this conversation proves it. You speak of small impacts and love and yet question the emotions between Sabrina and myself."
Something he found was common among mortals. They questioned everything. Something that had once lead them to great discoveries and artistic talents now just pushed them further from the very impacts and connections to the cosmos Spellman spoke of.
"Is asking my hobbies your way of attempting to get to now me?"
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Cigarette holder held aloft, the cigarette burning an elegant spiral of smoke, Zelda surveyed the young man before her. Though, of course, as was very much typical of Hell, he wasn't exactly a boy. In fact, his age advantage over Sabrina was large even by witch standards. Zelda had enjoyed her time with a lover older than herself in the past, but this was more than a mere few centuries.
"Married." It came out more a statement than a question, though there was a demand to the word regardless. "Don't you think she's rather young for such a commitment?" Sabrina Morningstar may not be the Sabrina that had remained in the mortal realm, and she may very well have committed herself to Hell and her paternal family, but she was still her niece and, more importantly, she was still a sixteen year old child, Queen of Hell or not, and marriage was not something to be jumped into like a passing hobby.
"Well?" She challenged, awaiting an answer. "Does time in Hell now move at an accelerated rate or is this whole charade as rushed as it appears?"
Caliban's eyes roamed over the room he sat in. It was quite different from the mortal boy, Kinkle's home -- garage as it it had been called. Where that had looked more like some sort of storage base, some place to keep what was unwanted. This looked more handcrafted. As though each piece, despite there being many, was picked purposefully. Which he could admire.
The mortals had changed so much over the millennia. From huddling in caves and being afraid of the very fire that would give them a better life, to living in halls such as the one he found himself in -- with grand fire places.
The demon prince's eyes moved towards the blonde. It was strange, despite there truly being no blood relation between Sabrina and her aunt, he could see bits of Zelda in Sabrina. Perhaps it was just movements and mannerisms. "I can assure you, this is not without thought from all parties. Hence why I am here," he took a deep breath. "Despite having claimed her throne and her father's blood -- Sabrina still wishes for the --- permission from her aunts." A mortal custom he supposed.
