#prince caliban fan fiction

[cljordan-imperium]

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@theimperiumchronicles - The Four Horsemen have taken over hell with the Horseman of Death as Queen and the Horseman of War as King. Hell has been split into two level, Imperium is the upper where Abriella and Cruz rule and where beings live. Caligo is the lower, the spiraling torture pits. The ousted Princes of Hell want to take back their thrones and are waging war to do so. In addition to dealing with them, a new realm, Uffern, has come into play and how that is going to work out is still undecided.

@the-andromeda-effect - In Greek Mythology Andromeda was sacrificed by her parents to save their kingdom from Poseidon's wrath after her mother offended him, but Perseus saves her from death by a Krackon and takes her to his kingdom to be his Queen. Mircea (Meer-cha) Kalavati wasn't sacrificing his wife to appease a god, or bring peace to his clan, he was doing it to start a war with another. His mistake when he hired Caliban Andros was lying to him about why he wanted her rescued, then killed to look like those who had kidnapped her had done it. Never lie to your hitman. Now, like Perseus to Andromeda, Caliban has rescued Riona Kalavati and something is drawing him to the woman. He will kill to keep her safe, and her husband is going to regret that lie for what remaining life he has left. Now as Adira Andros, she is definitely Caliban's Queen, and his "army" has rallied around her.

@behindthesemasks - Melania LaVeau is a professor at LSU in Baton Rouge. She is also the grandaughter of Ambrose Meyers, one of the most powerful men in the country and the daughter of Marie LaVeau...yes THAT Marie LaVeau! Old money, going back to when the Gautier family came over from France to settle in New Orelans, there isn't much that goes on in Louisiana or Mississippi that they don't have their hands in. Meyers Worldwide, a tech conglomerate is a cover for underworld activities that will eventually come to light. What happens when someone decides to cross the most powerful, and immortal, Queen of Voodo and threaten one of her children? Will New Orleans be left standing? If you are a fan of Indiana Jones, Tomb Raider, or The LIbrarians, the story is in the same veign. All of the characters are human, but there are supernatural occurrences around them.

@bendingthelaws - Colin Masterson is the Cook Count State's Attorney. He has been on a mission to take down the head of a Chicago crime conglomerate that is headed by Constantin Rakeovich. Now someone has kidnapped his intern and is sending her back to him in tiny pieces. Is it Constantin? Is it another one of the people that Colin has crossed? Now he and those he trusts are going to have to figure it out before someone else disappears or is hurt. Complicating matters is that his brother, Colton Masterson is Constantin's defense attorney. The brothers have never been close, but in this situation, things take a much darker turn. Will Colton stand by his brother or his client? And what happens when something bigger happens and puts everyone Colin cares about in the crosshairs? If you are a fan of Law & Order, or any of those types of shows, this is much in the same vein and will involve more than just the lawyers. All characters are human. There is no supernatural beings or magic. Some places are going to be fictional, but the main setting is the city of Chicago.

@devil-in-the-details-ay - When Lucifer's daughter Yara gets bored and wants to intern for the Lord of Death, Astaroth, her father agrees. After their first meeting, the Devil changes the plans once more. Deciding to make Yara someone else's problem, she is now to be Astaroth's wife. Navigating this challenge, and those who will come against them both will reveal a lot about each other, and themselves. Is the Princess really as spoiled and entitled as she seems? Is Astaroth really the iceberg incarnate that he seems? Is she even who she believes herself to be? And what happens when someone decides to try to interfere in their relationship?

@magical-mistakes-vm - Vollrath, the Master Warlock of the local Coven, encounters Mahala (Mah-HAY-lah) preparing to do a ritual on his land. Her mistakes in not being careful in preparations allowed him to find her, but it also set up events in the future that they will need the help of his best friends Baldur and Elmar to deal with. A witch that has no clue what she is and a Master Warlock who is not used to letting people close have to navigate revelations that will change both their lives, and possibly even the Coven. When his brother, Balor, an equally powerful warlock within the Coven who he has been at odds with for years, also shows up and it is clear will be needed, it just adds one more complexity to the situation. Can they all get along to keep each other safe, or will one of them fall to those who are coming against them?

@princess-of-thieves-id - Princess Inara is set to marry Prince Diyan the next day, a man she has never met or even set eyes on. Ever defiant, that is the last thing she is going to do. Deciding to thwart her father's plans, the Princess slips out of the castle and sets to escape. Little does she know that the Prince's family sent Arik, the Prince's best friend and a trained assassin, to watch over her, fearing more that she would be murdered by enemies rather than escape. One thing that Arik knows is that Diyan doesn't want to marry Inara either, so instead of stopping her, he helps her with a promise to keep her safe if she stays with him. They make it to the next town, which is a port and aboard a vessel that is just preparing to depart in an effort to stay one step ahead of the soldiers now searching for Inara. Unbeknownst them, they have just become stow-aways on a pirate ship. Complicating things further is that Arik and the Captain of the ship are not strangers, and when a romance develops between Inara and Arik and the Captain deciding he would like her for his own, things become even more complicated. Not to mention all three of them are being hunted by multiple kingdoms. Nothing like a quiet day on the sea, right?

@tapperhet-em - When Princess Meeri's father is deposed by his brother, he believes she was part of the coup, and disowns her as his family flees the country. Lucky for her, she is found by one of the knights she befriended in childhood and is still loyal to her, Einar, before her uncle did. A members of nobility, he and three of his friends spirit her off into hiding where they can plan to figure out who set her up, help her rebuild a life apart from royalty, and decide how to bring about justice. Can the seeming unrequited love of Einar for Meeri turn into more? Or will one of his brothers in arms, cut him off from that possibility? And how close was/is the traitor to Meeri? Sometimes safe isn't as safe as you think...and destiny, it's more than just a lofty ideal. She is a bitch sometimes, and she will find you.

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Back to The 20's - ongoing story with Rose & Alfie Solomons who belong to @raincoffeeandfandoms

Annabella has been alive for almost 300 years. During a lot of that, the demon Jasper has been her best friend. While on an excursion to London, she had a chance to meet the dashing Tommy Shelby, but she knows a devil in a dress coat when she sees one, and they are nothing but business. However, when she meets the enchanting Rose Solomons, (OC of @raincoffeeandfandoms) the wife of Alfie, it becomes personal. She adores the woman and a friendship blossoms. Her good friend Gynnifer also shows up and has some wonderful ideas on how to make Rose's wonderful projects even better.

Bayou Witches - ongoing story with Heaven & Arthur Shelby who belong to @call-sign-shark

Arthur Shelby served in the military with Melania LaVeau's best friend Alexander. During that time, her fiance', Cade, and some of their old friends also were stationed together. Now dealing with PTSD and recently married, Melania suggests to Cade that he invite his old friends to their estate in the beautiful bayous of Louisiana to help him relax and have some comradery with his old mates. What could not have been predicted is that Arthur's wife, Heaven, is a powerful witch in her own right, who fits right in with Malania's family and instantly adopted. Who better to adopt the beautiful French witch, than the French Creole legacy family of the LaVeaus. Sometimes family is what you make it, not the blood in your veins, and in the bayou, anything is possible...

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Still working on 1st chapter ----

@sehnsuchtrising - The kingdom of Sehnsucht has fallen. The former royalty imprisoned. The fate of the kingdom is now in the hands of the five closest friends of the King - A beautiful sorceress (Katarina), a dark elf who has a slight pyromaniac streak (Sebastian), a Princess that tends to be highly overly dramatic (Aoife), a dragon trainer that was still an apprentice (Barkley), and a rogue and lockpick who is a klutz (Taliesin). What could go wrong??

[rax-writes]

Enchanted - Part II

Fandom:  The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Pairing:  Caliban x Reader Warnings:  Violence, death + resurrection Notes:  Part I ♥ Here’s part two! Hope you all like it!

Your relationship with Caliban did not remain a secret for long. Your sister was the first to know.

As you jogged over to her at the carnival the following weekend, you said, “Sister, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I know how the Plague Kings’ plan to overthrow you. They’ll be keeping an eye on you for any missteps, and once given probable cause, they will force you and Caliban to embark on a quest to retrieve the Unholy Regalia.”

She was visibly stunned, and understandably so. “That’s great! But how did you find all that out?”

“That would be the bad news.”

As if on cue, Caliban then materialized, and wrapped an arm around your waist – which was immediately noticed by Sabrina.

“What did you rope my sister into?” she snarled at Caliban, but you held up a hand to silence them both before the bickering began.

“Caliban came to me and stated that he wished to court me. I first tried to convince him to end the coup in exchange for courtship, but he explained that even if he wanted to, he is unable to stop the Kings. So, instead, the exchange became useful information for courtship.”

“Mhmm,” Sabrina mused disbelievingly, glaring at the man at your side. “And for how long does she have to date you?”

“The only requirement to fulfill our agreement is a single date, hence our presence at this mortal affair,” Caliban answered, then smiled warmly at you. “After that, the status of our courtship is up to my lady.”

“Oh. Well, that’s not so bad,” Sabrina muttered, then shrugged as she turned to you. “At least you can get this night over with and never have to see him again.”

“In all honesty… I am not entirely opposed to seeing him again,” you admitted hesitantly, and Sabrina’s jaw dropped slightly as her brows furrowed in agitation. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, Sister. For Satan’s sake, have you seen him? He’s more than a little easy on the eyes.”

Caliban chuckled, both at your compliment and your sister’s obvious annoyance. “Come, little dove. Let us explore this fanciful event.”

Though the evening had been a delight, and you enjoyed your time with your date, you couldn’t help but notice that Caliban seemed slightly on edge all night. After the sun had gone down, and you’d surveyed the majority of the carnival, Caliban requested to take you to dinner in a nice restaurant. You agreed, and he thoroughly surprised you by taking you to a quiet, romantic rooftop restaurant in Italy, having remembered you stating that Italian was your favorite food. It was the following morning before you realized that he’d been sensing the impending danger of Herod’s attack. Coincidentally, he had disappeared for a short while during dinner, and although he’d claimed to have gone to the restroom, you learned from Sabrina the following morning that he’d actually returned to Greendale to collect King Herod's crown.

Naturally, the two of you had bickered about him cheating your sister the next time you were together, but his soft lips and skilled hands had done wonders to dissipate your anger. Although you refused to admit it, you were positively hooked from thereon out.

You told yourself that you continued the dates and the trysts simply because it was merely an enjoyable pastime. But in truth, it was because you were slowly falling for the prince. Knowing it was a mistake due to his allegiance to Hell, and his position as the enemy of your sister, created a forbidden nature to the romance, and it only made you crave him more.

Little did you know, Caliban felt the same for you. Your smile set his soul aflame, and your laughter made his chest tighten with affection. The sight of your hair fanned across your pillow, mouth slightly agape in pleasure, was not one he would ever grow tired of. He had fallen well and truly in love with you.

This information was kept secret from one another, because both of you were scared to admit such a thing and risk scaring the other away.

It wasn’t long after your mutual realizations that he met your aunts and Ambrose. Although they were all pleased to have met the object of your affection, and they remained civil with him, it was evident that each member of your family distrusted him, and questioned his intentions with you.

Their distrust turned out to be short-lived.

Immediately following your coven’s Hare Moon celebration, one of the Pagans had developed a very intense dislike for you. All it took was for her to sense that you were a very powerful member of your kind – that is, until your powers faded – and she, being a harpy, notorious for their insatiable hunger and lust for torture, had decided that she would feast upon your witch flesh as her next meal.

It was that evening when she appeared. You had been relaxing on the front porch of the Spellman Mortuary, and at first, you thought she was merely a mortal woman – then her wings spread out from behind her as her glamour faded, bird-like legs sprouted from her torso, and her face became hideous, decayed and rotting. You had instinctively tried to run, but it was futile. After all, harpies were originally thought to be the personification of wind, so it was unsurprising that you were in her clutches before you even made it to the door.

The harpy’s sharp talons dug into your shoulders, and you screamed for help as she launched you into the yard. You fell flat on your back, which knocked the wind out of you, and she was on you again in the blink of an eye. As you felt the most impossibly intense, agonizing pain across your abdomen, you screamed again as you glanced down and realized she had torn you open. She began feasting on your flesh and organs, blood dripping from her claws as she ravaged you.

You were vaguely aware of a horrified scream from Sabrina somewhere behind you. She had just swung open the front door of the Spellman household to see the ghastly scene before her, Aunt Zelda, Aunt Hilda, and Ambrose right behind her. With a roar of pure rage, Ambrose charged at the harpy with his blade drawn, which drew her away from you. Sabrina and Hilda then kneeled beside you, the former with tears in her eyes and a terrified look on her face as she held your hand, and the latter clearly trying to hide her panic as she unsuccessfully attempted to heal you. But your injuries were far too extensive, and your loved ones’ magick was far too weak.

The unmistakable sound of a gunshot pierced through the night air, and you weakly turned your head to see Aunt Zelda holding a shotgun, Ambrose a few feet from your attacker, and the harpy lying dead on the ground. The two then ran over to you, both dropping to their knees at your side, their faces just as solemn and fearful as Sabrina and Aunt Hilda.

It was then, looking upon the panic-stricken faces of your family, that you knew you were going to die.

Darkness began to cloud your vision, and you vaguely heard your sister sobbing, and aunts and cousin begging you to stay conscious, giving you empty promises that they would find a way to fix this, and that everything would be alright. In the midst of all their hysterics, it seemed an idea donned on Sabrina.

“Caliban!” she screamed desperately into the night, her voice breaking from the force as she put behind it.

He appeared instantly, the usual vortex of flames escorting him onto the scene. He opened his mouth, no doubt to make a smug retort to Sabrina’s unceremonious summoning, before his eyes fell on you.

“No,” Caliban whispered in disbelief, still frozen on the spot. Blood poured from your abdomen, and the sight of you torn open and half-dead filled him with a sense of gripping terror and worry he had never before experienced. He ran over to you, skidding to a stop on his knees and gently cradling your head in his hands.

“Do something!” Sabrina begged, a sob raking her body. Caliban panicked for a split second, then a solution came to him. It was a last ditch effort kind of plan, but seeing as your eyes had already drifted shut, and your body was growing colder by the second, he knew that he must do something that would absolutely ensure your survival.

“With a desperate heart and no time to waste, I call upon all three Fates!”

In a cloud of smoke, three hooded figures appeared. Each had clouded eyes, long white hair, and greenish-gray, wrinkled skin.

“Fates, I beseech you to save this woman’s life,” Caliban pleaded.

“In exchange for our aid, you must give up the fate you have been pursuing so fiercely.” The Fates spoke in unison, their voices raspy and eerie. “You must cease your pursuit of the throne of Hell, and no longer seek to make Earth the tenth circle.”

“I shall. Here and now, I end my quest to become King of Hell, and remake the Earth as the tenth circle,” Caliban vowed. The lack of hesitation and conviction in his voice astounded each of the Spellman’s, although that was but a minor thought in the back of their minds at the moment. “Just save the woman I love, please.”

The Fates disappeared without another word in another cloud of smoke, at the same moment that a ragged, desperate gasp tore from your lips. The Spellman’s and Caliban all snapped their eyes back down to you. The fatal wound had been healed, and even your clothing was fixed. You sat bolt upright, as if you’d just been necromanced back to life – and, technically, you had. As you looked around at your loved ones, the realization that you were alive and safe sunk in, and you immediately began to cry.

“I saw Dad. I saw him,” you sobbed pitifully, and your family took you into their arms. You despised how weak you sounded, but seeing your father was something you were entirely unprepared for. Caliban rubbed his palm up and down your back, not wanting to interfere with your familial embrace. Still crying into Auntie Zee’s chest, you explained, “I died. I died and Dad was there waiting for me. He hugged me and told me that he was happy to see me, but it wasn’t my time yet.”

It was several minutes before you were able to compose yourself, although you supposed that was somewhat to be expected for someone who had just died then came back to life. After your aunts wiped your tears, you turned around to look at Caliban.

“I know you had something to do with this. We’re all powerless right now, so that is the only explanation,” you whispered. “What did you do?”

Caliban hesitated a moment, so Ambrose answered for him.

“He called upon the Fates. They demanded that he give up the fate he has been pursuing, in order to save you. So, he vowed to give up the throne of Hell, and said it was to save the woman he loves.”

You looked slowly from Ambrose back to Caliban. He appeared slightly perturbed that Ambrose revealed what he’d said in that moment of fear-fueled vulnerability, but didn’t bother to deny it.

“Caliban… is that true?”

“As I’ve told you before: anything for you,” Caliban answered, giving you a soft smile. You threw your arms around his neck, and he immediately wrapped his around your waist.

“I love you,” you murmured, your face buried in his neck. Caliban held you tightly and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“And I love you, little dove.”

[princesscaliban]

Caliban x Cheerleader | 1

Note: Nothing R rated, a few made-up things to make it flow, if you have any questions don’t be afraid to use my ask box! Compliments & constructive criticism are always welcome too. There IS a part 2 started, hence why it ends where it does. I’m rusty, it’s been YEARS since I’ve sat down to write anything. Hopefully you like the concept. I’m just rambling now. x

Part 2

--------------------------------------------------------------------- “So turn on 5, 6 and pose on 7, 8.” Roz and Sabrina danced with the girl next to them. Spinning their Baxter High cheer skirts in a circle before they posed the same as her. “Then we walk to the pyramid until the next dance part at the end.”

“Thank you so much for letting me come over.” Addy laughed, “The homecoming performance was about to be a failure for me.” “Honestly, if you ever need help, let us know.” Sabrina smiled, “And don’t be afraid to talk to us at school, everyone else at Baxter is laaaaame.” She joked.

“It’s so weird being the new kid in high school. Everyone’s already buddied up and knows what’s going on and I walk in wondering if a raven is the actual mascot.”

“You totally have to meet Harvey and Theo, we’re with them all of the time and we love new friends.” Roz reassured Addy that high school wasn’t going to be as bad as she thought.

“I’m just going to do it with the music a few more times, I think I have it.” She pushed play on the speaker that sat on the ground outside of Sabrina's house. Which was quickly explained to her that it was a mortuary AND house on the short walk from Baxter High after cheer practice.

Roz cheered her on and Sabrina excused herself to the restroom. As she wiped her hands clean and stopped to see what Hilda had in the oven, she got the odd feeling that someone was watching her.

“Caliban, what are you doing here?”

He peeked through the small opening from the attic door into the kitchen, “Ambrose needed me.”

“I would ask for what, but Ambrose and his projects scare me already and… now he’s involving  you.” She groaned as he walked into the kitchen, “Please leave now.”

“But I noticed you were having a little cheer practice.” Caliban pulled the curtain back and looked at Roz and Addy finishing the routine up, grabbing hands and jumping when they had done it perfectly.

“We’re helping out the new cheerleader. She just transferred.” Sabrina grabbed a plate of cookies from his hand, “Now, leave.”

A few skips and she was back at the speaker, setting the cookies on top. “Aunt Hilda’s chocolate chip cookies, fresh from the oven.”

“Addy, you have not had a cookie, until you’ve had an Aunt Hilda cookie.”

She tossed her red and yellow pom poms to the ground, “Then hand me an Aunt Hilda cookie.” 

“Brina, what is he doing here?” Roz motioned to the porch where Caliban stood.

“He should be leaving.” She whispered, knowing Caliban could hear her. Without speaking he told her off and she shook her thoughts clear of his words.

“Brina, not very nice of you to have friends over and not introduce me.” He yelled from the porch before making his way towards them. He obviously already knew Roz and had his eyes set on the blonde who stood behind the two of them.

“Caliban, this is Addy, she cheers with us.” Sabrina spoke quickly, “Addy this is Caliban, he.. he’s… a family friend.”

“A family friend.” Caliban gently pushed Sabrina to the side, “A great, long-time, family friend of the Spellmans.” He stuck his hand out to Addy who met hers to his, he gently shook it, “Addy, is it?”

Addy smiled up at him as he pushed his hair out of his face to grin back at her, “It’s actually Addyson, but everyone calls me Addy.”

“Beautiful.” He barely spoke over a whisper.

“Well, we’ve got to practice.” Roz grabbed Addy from Caliban’s grip and walked her towards the speaker. “Let’s go over the first part one more time, the ripple has to be perfect.”

As Roz distracted Addy, Sabrina drug Caliban back to her porch, “You stop it now, stop the thing now.”

“I’m not doing the thing.” He held his hands back in defense, “I was just introducing myself to Addy.”

“And that’s all you’ll be doing. Why are you even here still?”

“I saw a beautiful girl and wanted to introduce myself,” He sat down on the porch, watching the other two practice along with counts. “Sorry it wasn’t you.”

“Well it’s time for you to leave.”

“Go practice, Sabrina.”

“Caliban.”

“Practice Sabrina.”

She rolled her eyes at him, “Don’t even think about it.”

“There’s something about her.”

“You don’t even know her! I barely know her! Please, leave Caliban.” She begged before stomping down the steps, regaining her poise and joining in the last part of the dance.

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“Go Ravens!”

“Let’s go Baxter High!”

“Go red and yellow!”

Every cheerleader celebrated their performance as they skipped off field, the football team taking over as the homecoming game began. They all exchanged words of how great it had gone, some hugged, some took selfies, but Sabrina and Roz made their way through the crowd, easily finding the tall, messy haired, blonde.

"You cannot be here.”

“Why? I’m just a Greendale resident who came to the football game.” He tugged at the Baxter High hoodie he wore, “I’m a mere mortal.”

Sabrina tried her hardest, giving every reason she could, but there was no way to kick Caliban out of the game without the entire town noticing.

“At least.. sit by Harvey or something?” She sighed, grabbing his arm and dragging him towards the stands where Harvey sat by Theo and a few others. 

She came to a sudden halt when Caliban quit walking, “Addyson…”

Her ponytail swung as she spun around, he shook Sabrina from his arm, “That was amazing.”

Addy blushed, squeezing her pom-poms in her arms in front of her, “Thank you, so much.”

“You look lovely.” She seemed like he had smacked a love spell on her right then and there. Her eyes were beaming up at him, her smile wouldn’t budge, it took Sabrina three times to get her attention.

“We’ve got a game to cheer at.” She fake laughed, “C’mon, Addy!”

“I’ll wait for you after the game.” Caliban smiled at her as she nodded back and he walked up to sit by Harvey, who was shocked, but accepted it when Sabrina gave him a thumbs-up.

He didn’t speak the whole game. Harvey watched him watch Addy the entire time. Her every move, every turn, every step, his site never left her.

“So she’s why you’re here.” Caliban looked over at Harvey, “Addy. You came to watch her? She’s new, how do you even know her?”

“They practiced at the Spellman’s yesterday.”

“You know that Brina is not going to let you get close to a mortal.”

Caliban gave him a smirk, “Sabrina can’t tell me what to do.”

Baxter High somehow won the football game which gave everyone more reason to celebrate. “Everyone meet at the diner in twenty minutes!” Harvey yelled, “Fright Club is going to play a few songs!”

Sabrina and Roz followed Addy closely because Caliban hadn’t let her out of his sight since he had gotten to the game. He carried her cheer bag to the diner, sat next to her and even asked Sabrina for ‘dumb mortal money’ so he could pay for her food.

In the middle of a Fright Club song he asked about the cell phone he had gotten that day and had Sabrina show him how to use it. He didn’t even have the number memorized but he got it so he could talk to Addy. (As he was told by Ambrose: Apparently ‘showing up when he knows she needs him’ isn’t appropriate.)

“Brina, I know my own way back to your house, you don’t have to follow.” 

“But…I promised Addy’s mom that I would walk her back home if it was dark and I’m not going to just let her show up with a strange guy. Besides, Harvey took Roz home and I don’t want to walk alone.” She shrugged, running to catch up with them.

As she listened to the conversation there was a lot he needed to learn… well, figure out if he was going to speak to a mortal on an everyday basis. A Demon Prince of Hell, made of clay, that was thousands of years old just didn’t have a grasp on today’s trends and technology.

“See you tomorrow, Addy!” Sabrina waved to her and her mom in the doorway, Caliban standing next to her, smiling. The door slammed closed making Sabrina jump, “What in the heaven!?”

“Something’s wrong here.” Caliban walked to the side of the house, looking up and down at the bricks, noticing the windows.

“Caliban, stop!” She whispered, “You can’t just walk in someone’s yard!”

“I cannot leave her knowing something is wrong.”

“You don’t know that anything is wrong.” She grabbed his arm and drug him back to the sidewalk, “You’re going to have to learn to act a mortal if you want to see Addy anymore.”

“Teach me everything.”

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Caliban felt like a mortal after a week of taking Addy on dates and watching ‘dumb football games’ to watch her cheer. He even sat through a movie on a double date with Harvey and Roz. He wanted to question all of the weird mortal things they did but he held back because he needed to be with her.

Addy: I’ve got practice at school till 4:30.

Caliban: I’ll be there at 4:30 then.

Addy: Perfect :)

“Addy you haven’t lost that smile all day, do share who you’re texting.” Lizzie, the cheer captain, asked.

“Um, just a guy. Sabrina knows him.”

“Family friend.” She chimed in, “My Aunts know way too many people.”

“What’s his name?” Lizzie egged on, “Where’s he from? What’s he look like?”

“His name is Caliban, I don’t have a picture of him.”

“He’s from Australia” Sabrina quickly added, “He goes to a boarding school there.”

“He’s tall, tan, jaw line that could cut you, messy blonde-ish hair and he has the best accent.” Addy spat out quickly, immediately regretting it. “Don’t tell him I said that, Brina!”

“My lips are sealed.” 

The cheer chatter after practice was noticeable as Addy packed her bag and kept an eye out for Caliban. She looked out the gym doors and didn’t see him, peered down the sidewalk, checked her phone again and then the gym got quiet. 

Every Ravenette stopped speaking as the tall, tan, blonde-ish haired guy walked in the doors and towards Addy. “Hi, Sabrina.” He nodded his head to her and she smiled back, seeing him in jeans and a t-shirt was still odd to her.

“Hi” Addy whispered and grinned, putting her backpack on one arm before he grabbed it and tossed it on his shoulder. 

“Ready to go?” He stuck out his hand and she grabbed it, walking beside him out the door. 

As the gym door closed everyone looked at Sabrina and she glared back, “I get it, he’s cute.”

“He’s more than cute.”

“He looks like a marble statue.”

“A Greek God.”

“I could see his pecks through his t-shirt.”

“He’s not marble, he’s clay.” Roz laughed with Sabrina as they packed their bags, “And he’s not a Greek God, he’s a Demon Prince.”

“So why has your family chosen to reside in Greendale?” Caliban asked, walking Addy towards her house.

“My dad got a job in the next town over. My parents also liked Baxter High better than Riverdale too. Why are you here from Australia?”

He paused, trying to think of the story he and Sabrina had come up with. “I lived with my father, never met my mother. But my father has decided to go on a trip and left me at the boarding school with no place to call home. So the Spellman’s have graciously taken me in for a while.”

“A while? You’re going back to Australia?”

“Not any time soon.” He squeezed her hand, “Definitely not now.”

Addy blushed, holding onto his arm and hiding her face in it, “I’m fine with that.”

More chatting and talking, exchanging of stories and they were at her house. “Um, I would invite you in but my parents are weird about boys so I’m going to.. just…”

“I understand.” He took off her backpack and put it on her arms, “You know, Addyson, you can call me if you ever need anything.” She nodded, trying to keep an eye on her door to make sure her parents weren’t watching. “Anything.” He repeated, feeling the negative energy from the house. 

“Anything.” She repeated, backing away from him. He let his hands drop and kept and eye on her until the door was closed. He went around the corner, into a nearby woods and spun himself back to the Spellman’s.

“Just who I was looking for.” He announced as he arrived in the basement where Ambrose was working on a body for the mortuary.

“Caliban you can’t just show up here and scare me, I’ve got a knife in my hand.”

“And the body beneath it is already dead.”

Ambrose huffed, “Well, what do you need?”

“I feel negative energies from a house.” Ambrose gave him an odd look, “There’s a girl, it’s her house, something’s not right. Sabrina doesn’t want me using anything around her or on her. But.. something is wrong.”

“Did you try mind reading or seeing through the walls?”

“Sabrina doesn’t want me to with her.”

“I’m assuming you like this…. mortal girl. That’s why you’re listening to Sabrina.” 

Caliban stole the stool from underneath Ambrose and sat on it himself. “I think about her.” He looked around the room, “She’s all I think about, really.”

“That’s called a crush, Caliban. You like the girl?”

“Well, yeah. I carried her bag like Sabrina told me to, I gave her a sweatshirt that I…. stole from you….” He avoided eye contact as Ambrose glared at him, “I willingly go to football games and horrible films at the theater.”

“You’re listening to Sabrina?” He laughed, “You really must like the girl then.”

“I feel it”

“Feel what?”

Caliban stood up and closed his eyes, “The energy, the negative energy.”

Ambrose cleaned off his hand and rest his hand on Caliban’s shoulder; a nervous rush went through him and he felt the negative energy. “You have something of hers?”

Caliban pulled a hair-tie off his wrist from an attempted braid in his hair she had tried earlier. Ambrose touched the other side of it while repeating a spell. His mind warped, showing her view at the current moment. 

“She’s hiding… in her room.. it’s dark… yelling… she’s scared… I just hear yelling and.. screams of both a man and woman…” Ambrose took the hair-tie from Caliban, squeezing it in his hands, “So much yelling… she’s….. she’s crying… her phone though.. she’s using her phone… no, she’s just.. she’s holding it.. the yelling will not stop it’s all I can focus on.”

He ripped the hair-tie from Ambrose’s hand and pulled it back on his wrist. “I’m going to her house.” Ambrose chased him up the stairs, “You can’t stop me, I’m going to get her.”

“You’re going nowhere, Caliban.” Sabrina spoke up from the kitchen, chasing him and Ambrose down the hall, “Caliban! Stop!”

He ripped Ambrose’s grip from his arm, “Addyson is in danger right now, even Ambrose knows. If I don’t do anything about it, I will never forgive myself.” 

“Give me your phone.” Sabrina begged, grabbing it from him and quickly typing.

Caliban: How’s your night going?

“Give her a second to answer, let her ask for your help.” They all looked at the phone, watching the bubbles pop up as she typed.

Addy: Not the best.

Caliban: Do you need anything?

Addy: I don’t think you can help.

Addy: I’ll be fine.

Addy: Just a bad night.

Caliban: Don’t lie to me, Addyson.

Caliban: Call me.

A few minutes went by that felt like hours as no bubbles popped up in response. “I’m going—

“You’re not going alone.” Ambrose said, following him down the drive way. 

“I’m not getting in this mess.” Sabrina tried to stay back but her intuition told her different, “Hold on!”

Within a few seconds Caliban had transferred them from the mortuary to the woods near Addy’s house where they could already hear her dad yelling.

Ambrose mumbled under his breath and they were able to see through the side of the house, “Her father.. is abusive.” 

They all watched as Addy’s dad slapped her mom across the face. He yelled at her, called her names, pushed her around until she was on the floor in their living room. 

“But where is she?” Caliban took off towards the house, stomping up the hill. Sabrina followed, her phone to her ear, begging Addy to pick up. “Brina I’m going to lift you up to see in the windo—

“Addy, don’t hang up. It’s Sabrina.” She said, freezing Caliban where he stood. “It’s going to sound crazy but I’m outside of your house right now, is there anyway you can get out?”

Addy sat in her closet in silence, tiny cries were heard, “Addy, I know there’s trouble at your house, what window is yours? Can you crawl out—Caliban.. don’t go—Caliban just went in your front door.”

Ambrose kept watch on the side of the house, he spotted Caliban sneak past her parents and down a hall as if he knew where he was going. 

“Addy it’s going to sound weird, but please think, talk to Caliban in your mind, say his name in your mind, ask him to help you, all in your head.” Sabrina begged her, “Believe me, I’ll explain it all later, we’re going to take you somewhere safe. Just talk to him, he’ll find—

Caliban opened a door to a plain room with a bed and a single dresser; a familiar cheer outfit sat on the bed. He froze as he heard her voice in his head, ‘help me Cal, I’m in my closet, I’m scared of my dad, I don’t know what to do’.

He searched the room and saw a small sliding door that he quickly pushed open, Addy sat against the wall, her phone to her ear. “He’s here.” She whispered, dropping her phone and standing up to hug him. 

“I knew something was wrong, I should have come earlier..” He kissed the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he could. “Are you okay?” Her head nodded against his chest, “Get what you need, quickly, we’re going to go to Sabrina’s.”

As Addy’s hands shook she packed her cheer bag with random clothing, her journal, her school work and a few other necessities. Caliban put it on his back and went to her window, “I’m going to need you to trust me and not question anything right now.”

“Addy!” Her dad’s voice echoed down the hall before he began beating against her door, “Unlock this door!”

She followed his lead and jumped out the window, seeing Sabrina and Ambrose waiting on them. Without talking Caliban hugged her, tucking her head under his arms while Ambrose and Sabrina began chanting as they held hands around them. “Portaci in salvo, portaci in salvo, portaci in salvo…”

In a quick flash they were in Sabrina’s room, Caliban was still holding onto Addy who was still crying and hiding her head in his chest. 

“Close call..” Ambrose whispered, excusing himself from the room.

“Brina, can you grab us all some tea?” Caliban asked and Sabrina agreed, going downstairs to put a kettle on.

He couldn’t let go of Addy, he feared what would happen to her if he did, but she was in the Spellman house which was one of the safest places for her to be at the moment.

“Addyson, are you alright?” He pushed her hair from her face and wiped off her cheeks with his own sleeve, “You’re safe now, I promise you that.”

“I’m scared and confused.” She kept hold of the sides of shirt, looking around Sabrina’s room. “What just happened?”

“Greendale is a mysterious place.” He smirked, wiping a tear from her cheek. “Your currently in the Spellman household and the Spellman’s are.. witches, Ambrose is a warlock, I’m… also magical.” Her eyes grew two times in size as she looked up at him, “Not bad witches, good witches. At least in Greendale they are. There’s a lot to learn but please know, you’re safe here. You’re safe with me, you’re always safe with me.”

“How did you know something was wrong?”

“When you gave me a braid today, you left the hair tie. I enchanted it to let me know your feelings. So I knew when things were wrong. Ambrose held it and could see what you were seeing so I went to your house.” He continued to push pieces of hair back from her face, wiping every tear that fell, “Your father…”

“The teachers at my old school were noticing his abuse so my dad turned in for a transfer so we moved..” She broke down crying again, “I just hide, I always hide, I don't know what to do.”

“Don’t cry, don’t, please.” He pulled her to the couch in Sabrina’s room and sat down with her, holding her on his lap. “Calm down, love.” 

Her chest continuously heaved as she tried to catch her breath, “Thank… thank you.” He didn’t even respond, he just held her tighter.

Sabrina came up stairs with a tray of mugs, pausing at her doorway as she heard Caliban whispering a spell, rubbing his finger across Addy’s forehead as she fell asleep. “Oblivisci omnes, ad somnum caritate.”

“Sabrina it is well past your bed time. Why are you making tea and why is Caliban in your room?” Zelda spoke, slowly walking around the corner, “Or better yet, why is there a new witch in the house?”

“It’s just my friend Addy, I cheer with her. Her father is abusive and we just… rescued her.”

“Is she a witch? Goblin? Fairy?”

“Nothing that I know of…” She tip-toed in her room and sat down the tray, “Her name is Addyson Camelli.” (pronounced ka-mel-lee)

“Do you know her parent’s names?” Zelda held her hand over Addy’s closed eyes, “She’s at least part something, I don’t—

“The Camelli’s of Triora, Italy” Hilda stepped in the room with a book, "The Salem, Massachusetts of Europe. Many false hangings and accusations.”

“Her father’s name is Dominic and her mother is Marina.” Caliban said, “Did he move them here because he knew of Greendale? He knew.. who was here..”

Hilda sat on the couch next to him and pulled her reading glasses back up to her face, “Addyson’s great grandfather was split from the coven in Italy and the family moved to the states in fear.” She pointed down the page, “Her father and grandfather probably have no clue they are warlock lineage. Married to mortals its split in their DNA.”

“We would have to test her..  or her blood to see where she stands.”

“Not tonight, let her sleep.” Caliban stopped Zelda from pricking Addy’s finger with a pin, “She doesn’t need hurt anymore.”

“On that note, I wrote a note and had it land on Addy’s bed. It just says she’s at my house, needed a break from home, took the stuff she needed and I left my phone number on it. We can all go to sleep and deal with this in the morning.” Sabrina offered, “Ambrose put an enchantment on the house so they can’t find their way to it until we’re awake. Addy can sleep on the couch and I’ll be in my bed. Caliban you can sleep… wait, do you sleep?”

“Once every hundred years or so. I’m just going to watch over her tonight, I’m not letting her out of my site.” He kept his gaze on her, watching her chest breathe in and out. “I can reverse her sleep spell in the morning when we have it all figured out.”

“One drop of blood and I can find out—

“If you do so much as even touch her, I will hurt you.” Caliban glared at Zelda, “She knows you’re witches.”

“And did you happen to mention that you’re a demon?” Zelda spiked back, “You’re on your own explaining that one—

The door slammed open and Ambrose ran in, making everyone in the room jump, “We have a problem…” The room went silent, “Addy’s mother was killed by her father.”

[yamirla-england-blog]

“Ten Interesting British Novels”

“White Teeth” by Zadie Smith - “At the center of this invigorating novel are two unlikely friends, Archie Jones and Samad Iqbal. Hapless veterans of World War II, Archie and Samad and their families become agents of England’s irrevocable transformation. A second marriage to Clara Bowden, a beautiful, albeit tooth-challenged, Jamaican half his age, quite literally gives Archie a second lease on life, and produces Irie, a knowing child whose personality doesn’t quite match her name (Jamaican for “no problem”). Samad’s late-in-life arranged marriage (he had to wait for his bride to be born), produces twin sons whose separate paths confound Iqbal’s every effort to direct them, and a renewed, if selective, submission to his Islamic faith. Set against London’ s racial and cultural tapestry, venturing across the former empire and into the past as it barrels toward the future, White Teeth revels in the ecstatic hodgepodge of modern life, flirting with disaster, confounding expectations, and embracing the comedy of daily existence”. (Amazon)

“Juliet, Naked” by Nick Hornby - “Nick Hornby returns to his roots—music and messy relationships—in this funny and touching novel that thoughtfully and sympathetically looks at how lives can be wasted but how they are never beyond redemption. Annie lives in a dull town on England’s bleak east coast and is in a relationship with Duncan that mirrors the place; Tucker, once a brilliant songwriter and performer, has gone into seclusion in rural America—or at least that’s what his fans think. Duncan is obsessed with Tucker’s work to the point of derangement, and when Annie dares to go public on her dislike of his latest album, there are quite unexpected, life-changing consequences for all three”. (Amazon)

“A Tale of Two Cities” by Charles Dickens - “It was the time of the French Revolution — a time of great change and great danger. It was a time when injustice was met by a lust for vengeance, and rarely was a distinction made between the innocent and the guilty. Against this tumultuous historical backdrop, Dickens' great story of unsurpassed adventure and courage unfolds. Unjustly imprisoned for 18 years in the Bastille, Dr. Alexandre Manette is reunited with his daughter, Lucie, and safely transported from France to England. It would seem that they could take up the threads of their lives in peace. As fate would have it though, the pair are summoned to the Old Bailey to testify against a young Frenchman — Charles Darnay — falsely accused of treason. Strangely enough, Darnay bears an uncanny resemblance to another man in the courtroom, the dissolute lawyer's clerk Sydney Carton. It is a coincidence that saves Darnay from certain doom more than once. Brilliantly plotted, the novel is rich in drama, romance, and heroics that culminate in a daring prison escape in the shadow of the guillotine”. (Amazon)

“Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austen - "Pride and Prejudice is a novel of manners by Jane Austen, first published in 1813. The story follows the main character, Elizabeth Bennet, as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education, and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of the British Regency. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London. Page 2 of a letter from Jane Austen to her sister Cassandra (11 June 1799) in which she first mentions Pride and Prejudice, using its working title First Impressions. (NLA) Set in England in the early 19th century, Pride and Prejudice tells the story of Mr and Mrs Bennet's five unmarried daughters after the rich and eligible Mr Bingley and his status-conscious friend, Mr Darcy, have moved into their neighbourhood. While Bingley takes an immediate liking to the eldest Bennet daughter, Jane, Darcy has difficulty adapting to local society and repeatedly clashes with the second-eldest Bennet daughter, Elizabeth. Pride and Prejudice retains a fascination for modern readers, continuing near the top of lists of "most loved books." It has become one of the most popular novels in English literature, selling over 20 million copies, and receives considerable attention from literary scholars. Modern interest in the book has resulted in a number of dramatic adaptations and an abundance of novels and stories imitating Austen's memorable characters or themes”. (Amazon)

“Jane Eyre” by Charlotte Bronte - “Jane Eyre (originally published as Jane Eyre: An Autobiography) is a novel by English writer Charlotte Brontë. It was published on 16 October 1847, by Smith, Elder & Co. of London, England, under the pen name "Currer Bell." The first American edition was published the following year by Harper & Brothers of New York. Primarily of the bildungsroman genre, Jane Eyre follows the emotions and experiences of its title character, including her growth to adulthood, and her love for Mr. Rochester, the byronic master of fictitious Thornfield Hall. In its internalisation of the action the focus is on the gradual unfolding of Jane's moral and spiritual sensibility, and all the events are coloured by a heightened intensity that was previously the domain of poetry Jane Eyre revolutionised the art of fiction. Charlotte Brontë has been called the 'first historian of the private consciousness' and the literary ancestor of writers like Joyce and Proust. The novel contains elements of social criticism, with a strong sense of morality at its core, but is nonetheless a novel many consider ahead of its time given the individualistic character of Jane and the novel's exploration of classism, sexuality, religion, and proto-feminism”. (Amazon)

“Wuthering Heights” by Emily Bronte - “Wuthering Heights is Emily Brontë's first and only published novel, written between October 1845 and June 1846, and published in 1847 under the pseudonym Ellis Bell; Brontë died the following year, aged 30. The decision to publish came after the success of her sister Charlotte's novel, Jane Eyre. After Emily's death, Charlotte edited the manuscript of Wuthering Heights, and arranged for the edited version to be published as a posthumous second edition in 1850. Wuthering Heights is the name of the farmhouse where the story unfolds. The book's core theme is the destructive effect of jealousy and vengefulness both on the jealous or vengeful individuals and on their communities”. (Amazon)

“The Tempest” by William Shakespeare - “Putting romance onstage, The Tempest gives us a magician, Prospero, a former duke of Milan who was displaced by his treacherous brother, Antonio. Prospero is exiled on an island, where his only companions are his daughter, Miranda, the spirit Ariel, and the monster Caliban. When his enemies are among those caught in a storm near the island, Prospero turns his power upon them through Ariel and other spirits. - The characters exceed the roles of villains and heroes. Prospero seems heroic, yet he enslaves Caliban and has an appetite for revenge. Caliban seems to be a monster for attacking Miranda, but appears heroic in resisting Prospero, evoking the period of colonialism during which the play was written. Miranda’s engagement to Ferdinand, the Prince of Naples and a member of the shipwrecked party, helps resolve the drama”. (Amazon)

“1984″ by George Orwell - “Winston Smith toes the Party line, rewriting history to satisfy the demands of the Ministry of Truth. With each lie he writes, Winston grows to hate the Party that seeks power for its own sake and persecutes those who dare to commit thoughtcrimes. But as he starts to think for himself, Winston can’t escape the fact that Big Brother is always watching... A startling and haunting vision of the world, 1984 is so powerful that it is completely convincing from start to finish. No one can deny the influence of this novel, its hold on the imaginations of multiple generations of readers, or the resiliency of its admonitions—a legacy that seems only to grow with the passage of time”. (Amazon)

“Lord of the Flies” by William Golding - “At the dawn of the next world war, a plane crashes on an uncharted island, stranding a group of schoolboys. At first, with no adult supervision, their freedom is something to celebrate. This far from civilization they can do anything they want. Anything. But as order collapses, as strange howls echo in the night, as terror begins its reign, the hope of adventure seems as far removed from reality as the hope of being rescued”. (Amazon)

“The Hobbit” by J.R.R. Tolkien - “Bilbo Baggins is a hobbit who enjoys a comfortable, unambitious life, rarely traveling any farther than his pantry or cellar. But his contentment is disturbed when the wizard Gandalf and a company of dwarves arrive on his doorstep one day to whisk him away on an adventure. They have launched a plot to raid the treasure hoard guarded by Smaug the Magnificent, a large and very dangerous dragon. Bilbo reluctantly joins their quest, unaware that on his journey to the Lonely Mountain he will encounter both a magic ring and a frightening creature known as Gollum”. (Amazon)

[cljordan-imperium]

Hi rule

Multi-part question. Fo you ever see a trope (on tumblr, in media, etc) and think "oh I wanna include that in a story" or "I wanna do a twist on this" and then do you, most of the time, actually include it or just hoard it in your stash for an ambiguous later?

Hi Sweet Sleepy!! <3

I had to think on this because I couldn't think of anything off the top of my head. I still cannot think of anything I've seen HERE. Where I do find not tropes, but plot lines, characters, etc is in the media I consume. Most of the time I start the wip, even if it then sits for a bit because once an idea comes, the characters tend not to shut up! LOL I'll give you a few examples below the cut.

Princess of Thieves was inspired actually by a "writing prompt" of - a princess runs away to avoid a marriage and joins a band of rogues. She falls in love with one, who she later finds out is the Prince. - I liked the IDEA, but my characters went - NO, she falls in love with the KNIGHT, but the Prince falls in love with her...and...we have a story.

Behind These Masks took all of my favorite archeology and relic hunting shows and squished them all together into one story. Indiana Jones, The Librarians, The Mummy, and Tomb Raider all twisted and turned.

Tapperhet was inspired by the Rascal Flatts song "Won't Let Go", but instead of a love song, I wanted it to be between friends. That found family, siblings, steadfast love that doesn't bend or break, no matter what comes. The details the characters decided for me from a quote, "I am the daughter of a King who has forgotten my name".

The relationship in The Imperium Chronicles between Leandre and Yael is inspired by Chris Mann's song "North Star". When I decided to add my roleplaying characters into The Imperium Chronicles, I was trying to figure out how to, and adding them as companions to some of my existing strong ones seemed the best way. I had music playing. When this song came on, the characters led the way.

The whole of The Imperium Chronicles kind of started as fan fiction of Cassandra Claire. Me and some of my friends threw out the parts of her world we didn't like (a whole fuck ton) and kept what we did then filled in the blanks with our own ideas. That was over a decade ago, and what I'm writing now has very little semblance of how it started, but it was built on her ideas.

I'm not sure if this is quite what you meant, but this is a lot of how my writing goes. I have a scene written for The Andromeda Effect that was inspired by 21 Pilots "Heathens". It's in the future when Adira has reclaimed her power and who she is, so Caliban and Theron introduce her to the Counsel of Family Heads. The scene played out in my head as I was listening to the music.

[rax-writes]

Enchanted - Part I

Fandom:  The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Pairing:  Caliban x Reader

Warnings:  None

Notes:  I’ve been thirsty for this blond bastard since he popped up in the show, so it’s about time I write for him. // So this is slightly OC, because the reader is a Spellman and it gives some backstory on that, but I still tried to keep it predominantly a reader insert.

As the only trueborn daughter of Edward Spellman, conceived during his very brief, loveless marriage to his late bride, you had grown accustomed to being treated differently. Your aunties fretted over you endlessly, despite being well aware of the fact that you were an extremely proficient witch. You were given unearned, unquestioned respect by each member of the Church of Night, as well as every witch and warlock you met. Typically, they asked you endless questions, being that your father had intended for you to be his successor, prior to his untimely death and Faustus Blackwood’s treachery-ridden rise to the position of High Priest. This meant that you had been a sponge for each and every one of Edward’s theories, teachings, and creeds, as well as his extensive knowledge of spells, conjuring, potions, and other witchcraft.

You prided yourself on being a witch of above-average skill and know-how, although that did not mean you were keen on being subjected to impromptu interviews about it all. Additionally, it seemed as though every single creature you encountered knew your father, which often meant they were twice as heaven-bent on killing you, as he had not been one to take mercy on monsters. All in all, it was rare that you were treated as you – not Edward Spellman’s daughter.

That is, until you encountered a certain self-proclaimed Prince of Hell.

Of course, you had been vehemently against Sabrina entering the Netherworld to save her boyfriend. However, you were aware that her determination knows no bounds, so she’d certainly be going with or without your approval, therefore you decided it’d be best to join her endeavor. Upon entering Hell, you, your sister, and her companions found yourselves on a somber, despondent beach, and a medley of wails filled your ears – which could only mean one thing.

“Wait, so… Hell is a beach?” Harvey inquired dubiously.

“Not quite. Hell is a vast realm, full of a myriad of abysmal regions, and this is merely one of them. In particular: the Shores of Sorrow,” you explained. This new information seemed to distress him further. Theo stood, fear in his eyes as he looked to the cages standing out on the water.

“Guys, look…. What are those?”

“They’re the souls of the damned,” you responded, in unison with another voice. At first, you thought it was some sort of echo, but quickly deduced that it was a separate voice entirely. You turned to see a man standing a short distance away on the beach, and your first thought was that he was so beautiful that he looked monumentally out of place in this dreary landscape. He was quite tall, with lovely green eyes, blonde ringlets cascading around his handsome face, and a body that looked to be hand-crafted by Aphrodite herself.

The visually pleasing stranger held searing eye contact with you as he took a few steps toward your group. He seemed intrigued by the fact that you – someone who was clearly not from Hell – was familiar with your locale.

“They drown as the tide rolls in, over and over… for all eternity,” he elaborated, as your party approached him. He surveyed your sister and her friends, then returned his eyes to you with a charming smirk. “Although, I’m certain you already knew that.”

“Hi, we’re looking for Lilith,” Sabrina stated. “Uh… Madam Satan, Queen of Hell. She’s in Pandemonium, if you happen to know the way.”

“I would be more than happy to assist anyone accompanying a woman of such intellect and ethereal beauty,” the man stated, charm dripping from his voice as his eyes remained set on you. You would not deny that he was easily the most attractive man you’d ever seen, but you were also conscious of the fact that you were in Hell, therefore he was almost certainly a demon – not exactly ideal dating material. So, you merely met his gaze, donning a smirk of your own, crossing your arms gracefully, and giving a slight tilt of the head to wordlessly meet the challenge posed by his advances.

“All blood flows to Pandemonium. Follow the blood-red road where it flows, and there you’ll find the throne of Hell,” he responded, after your silent exchange, as he gestured toward a small creek of blood nearby.

“Thanks,” Sabrina said, nodding. “And you are?”

“We greatly appreciate your kindness, sir, but I’m afraid we’ve no time for formalities,” you interjected. It was just as well, as the man seemed hesitant of answering her query.

“Understandable. Although, I do hope to cross paths with you again,” he admitted, then took a step forward to take your hand and bring your knuckles to his lips, maintaining eye contact with you as he did so. He then turned to your sister. “Never step off the road. It’s clever you’re wearing dead men’s shoes, though… any demon worth his salt can smell mortal flesh a mile away.”

The two of you shared one last, lingering look, then he slowly spun on his heel and returned his attention to the nearby elaborate sandcastle.

“Come on. Let’s go,” Sabrina said, and the five of you made your way to the flowing blood.

After a not-so-pleasant stroll through the Field of Witness, and the Forest of Torment, where you searched with Theo and Harvey as Sabrina and Roz located Dorian’s pestilential flower, as well as an excursion to a hellish version of Sabrina’s high school, you found yourselves in the throne room of Pandemonium. Lilith decided to allow Sabrina to leave with Nicholas, so long as she would crown Lilith in front of all of Hell. She agreed to do so, but as soon as the ceremony began, it was evident that the Kings were still displeased.

“And who do you propose would rule?” Lilith asked.

“Ahh,” Beelzebub responded, and it was clear that Lilith had stepped right into his trap. “All hail Caliban, Prince of Hell. Molded from the clay of the pit itself. Native son of the inferno, born to restore and rule our dark domain.”

To your surprise, the good-looking blond from the Shores of Sorrow stepped forward, clad in a different outfit, one more suitable for Hell, and smiled at your sister. “Hello again.”

“Uh… hi?”

This Caliban explained that he intended to restore stability to the Nine Realms, and ultimately, conquer the Earth to make it the tenth circle. Unsurprisingly, your sister was simply not having it. She claimed the throne as her own, shut down Caliban’s refutation, and decreed that the Infernal Court be dismissed.

As Caliban turned to go, he locked eyes with you. With a small smirk, he stated, “It appears our paths will cross again, enchantress.” He left through the colossal double-doors of the throne room, and silence befell the room, before you all left, Nicholas Scratch in tow.

Upon returning to your room for the evening, you laid in bed, unable to sleep and staring at the ceiling. Although you attempted to steer your train of thought to more important matters, such as how to help the coven and what it would mean for Sabrina to be the Queen of Hell, you found your mind veering back the dashing young “prince.” Aside from the fact that he’s a demon, and that he sought to descend Earth to chaos and enslavement, he had challenged your sister – and that simply wouldn’t do. So, you conceded that you must push your unwelcome thoughts to the side, such as how his eyes made you feel vulnerable and on fire all at once, or how pretty that alluring voice of his would sound in the bedroom…. Hell help you, you were going to need to try much harder than this.

A sudden whooshing sound and a bright light brought your attention to the corner of the room, and as the vortex of fire dissipated, you saw none other than the object of your desires standing before you.

“To what do I owe the pleasure? Here to berate my baby sister some more?”

“No. I am here for you.”

You sat up in the bed, then swung your legs off the side, staring at him quizzically. You noticed that Caliban eyed your attire hungrily, and you briefly thanked yourself for choosing a red silk nightie with black lace trim this evening. Opting to bask in the feeling of him undressing you with his eyes, you stood and crossed your arms over your chest – both to show resolution, and to accentuate your chest. His gaze grew ever more ravenous.

“Speak your piece, then.”

“I wish to court you,” Caliban stated coolly, that smirk of his gracing his lips.

“And why is that?”

“You have piqued my interest. Your beauty is beyond compare, and your intelligence and self-assuredness are both endearing and intriguing. I am quite taken with you,” Caliban admitted, now perusing your bedroom and investigating your elaborate bookshelves. He then turned to you, and in a few strides, he was standing in front of you, towering over you as those enthralling green eyes seemingly bore into your soul.

“Allow me to court you. I vow to do my utmost to make you happy, and keep you unquestionably…” he trailed off, bending down to hover his lips mere centimeters above yours as he finished his sentence, “... satisfied.”

You did not miss the way your breath caught in your throat as a result of his actions – nor did Caliban. It caused his smirk to widen further. Nevertheless, you squared your shoulders and looked up at him with all the confidence you could muster.

“Stand down from your attempted coup d'état of Sabrina’s place on the throne, and I will gladly court you, Caliban.”

“Although my name falling so sweetly from your lips is enough to persuade me of almost anything, I’m afraid that I cannot comply with your request, princess,” Caliban responded. “But, if bartering is the ticket to courting you, then so be it. Even if I wanted to, it is impossible for me to stop the Plague Kings’ quest to unseat Sabrina Morningstar and Lilith, but I can let you in on how they plan to do so, which will allow your sister time to prepare for it. And if the Kings or Lilith ask, you didn’t hear a word of that from me.”

You pretended to mull it over for a moment. If you were being honest, it wasn’t exactly twisting your arm to go out with someone as mind-bogglingly attractive as Caliban, so having the opportunity to do so and help Sabrina certainly seemed to be a win-win.

“I agree to your terms.”

“Excellent,” he said, his smirk changing to a toothy grin, flashing a set of perfect pearly whites. He seemed genuinely thrilled that you agreed to court him. “You may inform Sabrina that the Kings intend to evaluate her progress as Queen of Hell for a short time, and if she fails to meet their expectations, they shall send she and I on a quest to find the Unholy Regalia. Whoever is the victor shall earn a rightful place on the throne, by infernal law. So, I would advise that Sabrina watch her p’s and q’s for the next few weeks, but still prepare for the inevitable quest for the Regalia.”

“Thank you, Caliban.”

“Anything for you,” he responded, taking your hand and placing a kiss upon your knuckles, as he had earlier that day, before cradling it in both of his hands. “Now, where would you like to go for our first outing, little dove?”

“I have heard rumors of a carnival coming to town this weekend. Take me?”

“It would be my pleasure,” Caliban said earnestly, then sat down languidly on the ornate velvet couch immediately behind him, and gently pulled you down to sit with him. “In the meantime, I would very much like to get to know you better, if it would please the lady.”

The remainder of the evening was spent on that very same couch, with the self-proclaimed Prince of Hell. The longer you talked, the closer you grew in proximity, until you were nestled against his side with your legs tucked underneath you, his arm draped around your shoulders. Caliban listened intently as you told him about your life, and he readily told you tales of his own past and answered all your questions. A large percentage of the conversation entailed you explaining earthly matters to the Hell-born gentleman, and he was genuinely interested in all the information you had to offer. It was incredibly refreshing for someone to be interested solely in you – not your father’s legacy.

After a while, your eyelids began to feel unbearably heavy, and eventually, you succumbed to sleep, your head falling onto his shoulder. As Caliban looked down at your sleeping figure, after sharing an invigorating, intimate night of soul-sharing, he vaguely wondered of the possibility of love for a man made of clay.

The warm, fuzzy feeling now forming in his chest was all the answer he needed.

Part II