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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?"
