@crownedevil
She had known it wouldn’t be easy. Defeating the Dark Lord was not something to be taken lightly, but the hope, the optimism, the...sheer plucky determination, Sabrina Spellman always seemed to harbour was, at times, contagious. They had all been convinced it was possible...and it had been. But it had been at a price. A simple Acheron Configuration, even one fashioned by Edward Spellman and manipulated by Mr Scratch was not enough to hold Lucifer Morningstar. It had taken more power, more than any mere witch could give, and Sabrina had no powers to give herself.
But Lilith had had something she could sacrifice without sacrificing her powers. She had, after all, been a witch long before the demon had grown in her, long before the Dark Lord had come to her and suggested a large part of her humanity could be replaced something stronger.
And now that very thing was what held him in his prison. But it had left Lilith drained, exhausted, in a way she hadn’t felt since the days she had wandered the wilderness, certain death, in one form or the other, would take. But she had survived then and she would survive now. She always did.
Waking up from a nap she had sorely needed, lay on the bed in the cottage amongst stirred sheets and discarded books, she thought at first it was Sabrina looking at her from the chair. It only took a second for it to become clear that it wasn’t.
“Katrina...” Lilith’s eyes flickered over the girl, feeling an unfamiliar...crunch in her gut as she did so. An emotion she didn’t quite recognise...not yet, at least. “What....what are you doing here?” She sat up properly, “Why aren’t you in The Pit?"
