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Years had passed, new battles fought, the struggle she and Zelda Spellman had pushed through to find a way to bring back both their children seemed now a very, very long time ago. Adam was grown, Sabrina even more so, and though Lilith’s home was officially in Hell and upon the throne beside her son, she still frequented the Spellmans’ and the Order of Hecate, even taking part in their rituals on certain, special occasions. Many, many things and changed and much time had passed.
Yet, Sabrina Spellman was apparently still going around in circles with her life, and the Kinkle name was still being thrown about. But this...this was the first time she was meeting this product of it. Officially, at least, and when the child wasn’t an infant too small to remember she’d ever met Lilith in the first place. Sixteen years old and coming up for, what would have been many years ago, her time to sign the Book of the Beast. But the Order of Hecate was....a little different. And it was exactly why Lilith was here; an official entrance into the coven was a serious occasion....and she and the Spellman sisters had grown very close over the years. And Lilith couldn’t deny she was curious about the Kinkle Witch....half-mortal was one thing, but half-Witch Hunter was quite another.
“I suppose, technically, we’re related” Lilith observed. Her son was the girl’s uncle, after all. “Distantly”
