It was inevitable that whenever things were beginning to finally go smoothly that the other shoe would drop, sending her life into a complete tailspin. At least that was how it always seemed to go back home, she’d begun to think it was a little different in Vallo. Crazy stuff tended to happen but it wasn’t the soul crushing insanity like back home. Some age swaps and random creatures were a nice break from all the death she’d experienced.
But the stupid throne from Hell had appeared in her bedroom when she’d gotten finished with her bath and Sabrina swore it hadn’t been there earlier. She’d have remembered the grotesquely ordained seat, shaped with two hands clenched as claws, their nails bloodied, and the elaborate dress and that damn bone crown perched on top.
They mocked her, starkly contrasting the mementos of her life before any of the revelations. Trying to overpower its place in the coziness of her bedroom.
“Nope.”
Nope nope nope.
It wouldn’t do at all.
Salem meowed at her from the bed, but Sabrina ignored him, twirling to change from her towel into an outfit, not particularly caring about which one as she eyed the throne. She couldn’t push it through the door. It was too large to fit. But she needed it out of the house--her home--because Hell didn’t get to claim anymore of her life. Especially not in Vallo. Here she got to be a teenager. She got to live her life with her aunt, with Dan and Allison. She got to know a Lucifer that wasn’t a malicious asshole. She got to learn and have fun and not have the weight of the world on her shoulders.
It didn’t get to just turn up and remind her of everything waiting for her when she returned home.
“They don’t even have you here,” she muttered, narrowing her eyes before teleporting it out into the yard.
Sabrina tried lighting it on fire with a spell but the flames simply danced on it, the throne and items unblemished. She tried hellfire next but that seemed to only cause the things to shine brighter.
She kicked the thing, letting out an annoyed scream, before marching back into the house and retrieving the shovel her Aunt Zelda usually used for burying Aunt Hilda. She didn’t know how long it took for her to bury the thing out in the Cain pit, but she did need another bath, and headed back up the stairs to take one.
Except the throne, crown and dress were back in her room, not a single spot of dirt on them.
Sabrina slammed the door behind her.
Maybe she could just sleep in the woods for the rest of her life.