Sabrina had grown up as an only child, raised by her aunts and cousin. Out of her close group of friends only Harvey had a sibling. He’d been several years older than the rest of them, growing out of their interests quickly and leaving the group behind before they were halfway through middle school. She hadn’t thought much about having siblings when she was younger. It wasn’t something she’d ever expected to happen. Not with both of her parents dead. Sabrina Morningstar had been the closest thing to one and even that wasn’t quite right. They were the same up until one blip in the timelines, their paths diverging before meeting up again and her “twin’ dying in her arms.
There was Adam but his life had ended before it barely began and Sabrina hadn’t ever gotten a chance to even hold him.
Rory was different. She was real and as permanent as anyone else pulled into Vallo. Sabrina saw bits of Chloe, Lucifer and Maze in the woman. She wasn’t ever completely sure what her sister thought of her or her presence in her life. It was like dipping one foot in while keeping tethered to the outside, waiting to see if she was welcomed or not.
Considering Rory had woken her in the middle of the night to help prank Lucifer together, coupled with the ridiculous family day at Disney, and looking out for one another in the sphere, Sabrina thought that maybe things had shifted forward a little more for the two of them.
She slid onto the stool at the bar in Lux. The club wouldn’t be open for several more hours but she had a feeling she’d find Rory down here.
“How do you know which flavors mix the best together?”
Facing the back bar, Rory could be found measuring bottles and checking the inventory sheets from closing the night before. This didn’t have to be done now, but she had nothing else to focus on at the moment, so she figured she’d get things done early.
Rory heard someone come in, but didn’t turn immediately. There were not a lot of people who made it into Lux when the bar wasn’t open. The list was small. If the person wasn’t on that list, she’d deal with it. But she saw Sabrina’s reflection in the back bar as she came towards it, so there was nothing to worry about.
“Mostly from listening to Maze.” she replied, turning around as Sabrina sat, a bottle of tequila in her hands. “But there are cocktail families. Like a blueprint for building certain types of cocktails, and once you know the basics you explore and use that frame to try something new.” There was an art to balancing a base alcohol with sweeteners and bitters. But once you knew that, exploring wasn’t that hard. After several decades of exploring, she was pretty decent at it. Though there were still some things she couldn’t appreciate, like Lucifer’s need for every type of olive available under the sun stored in a mini-fridge.
“Why, are you looking to get into mixology?”
“Nah. I sold Dorian’s to dad because learning all of this isn’t something I want to do anytime soon.”
Her schedule was already full between school, rehearsals, hellhound and Hell duties, and working for Thurvishar. Thankfully the latter part had her interacting with the covens or her plate would have been even fuller. Maybe some day far in the future it would be something she’d look into, but Sabrina was good with tasting the drinks and not making any of them.
With spring break in full swing, she had some time available where she usually didn’t and Sabrina didn’t quite know what to do with herself. It was probably ridiculous to come bug Rory and yet here she was, doing just that.
She nodded toward the tequila. “What goes best with that? Besides the margarita mix.”
Rory arched one eyebrow staring at it for a second. What was with the sudden interest in drink mixes? She couldn’t think of what might have sparked this. Still, she dropped the gaze down to the bottle in her hands. “This one? You shouldn’t. This is a Tequila Don Ramón Limited Edition Extra Añejo. It’s better to drink straight and slowly. A bottle will run you close to $600.00 dollars.” There was always some big spender coming into the bar and dropping an insane amount of money on alcohol. “If it was a less expensive bottle, I’d probably go with an El Diablo, just to be on the nose. The Palmoa is always good too, and a Dulce de Tequila is good if you want something sweet.” But the list of possible tequila cocktails was massive. She certainly didn’t know them all.
Rory set the bottle of tequila down beside the scale, leaning back against the back bar. “Dad mentioned you had sold him Dorian’s. He wants to talk branding soon.” She didn’t have any experience in taking over a business, but she was lookin at it as an opportunity to learn something, and hang out with Lucifer in the process.
Six hundred dollars for a bottle of alcohol seemed ridiculous to Sabrina, but considering she’d dropped more than that on a pair of shoes before she probably shouldn’t judge others' indulgences. At least her shoes got multiple uses out of them. Tequila just seemed to give headaches the day after.
She leaned against her elbows on the bar when Rory mentioned Dorian’s. “Yeah, I was telling him I didn’t know what to do with the place but I didn’t want it to go under.” Not when Nick worked so hard on it. “But the idea of selling it to some random stranger didn’t sit well with me either…”
So when Lucifer had offered to buy it and keep it in the family, Sabrina had jumped at the chance. “A couple of charities in town got a nice donation with the sale.” It wasn’t like she needed the money, not with Vallo giving her the Spellman inheritance last year or her still making an income off the university. Plus she could always sell things from Hell if she ever was hurting for cash.
“Its kind of similar to this place so I’m sure the two of you will come up with something fitting.”
“I doubt he’ll want to change much, but he seems excited about it.” Which wasn’t too odd, it was a bar, and Lucifer was the King of Debauchery. She wasn’t even sure she’d have that big of a role in it, or if he just wanted Rory’s initial thoughts. Rory made a mental note to ask him soon.
Rory half turned back around so she could keep working, writing down the measurement of the tequila before putting it back on the shelf. She still had a few more bottles to get through before she moved onto the fridges.
“Speaking of dad, are you waiting for him? Because I haven’t seen him in a few hours.” She wasn’t sure where he was at the moment, but maybe he was on the way back to meet her. Now that she and her friend had moved into the building, she saw them both more often, even if they each had their own floors.
He was supposed to be back at some point for opening though, something about his next solo spotlight.
“Yeah, he said he’d keep it mostly the same when we talked about him buying it. And keep on the staff that’s already there.” All of that had been important to Sabrina. Keeping Nick’s vision for the place with a twist could only be a good thing. It already had a lot of traction and repeat customers, new ones hitting it up every week, but she had absolutely no clue how to run it or too much of an interest in doing so.
“But no.” Sabrina tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. She was more likely to wait up in the penthouse if she was waiting on their dad. “I’m not here to see him. I was actually wanting to see if you wanted to go to lunch or anything.”
An invitation to lunch hadn’t been what she was expecting, and Rory blinked momentarily, surprised. She wasn’t quite sure where their relationship was at the moment. Sisters? Were they sisters? Rory had a sister at home, Trixie. This was an alternate universe situation. She didn’t know how the logistics of that worked, and whenever she’d tried to figure it out she had ended up doing mental cartwheels around her own decades long daddy-issues she was trying to sort out.
“Uh.” She said, less than smoothly, “...sure.” Rory looked around the bar for a moment, calculating the time it would take her to finish what she started. She couldn’t leave the counts half way in case something changed. “I just need like…fifteen-ish minutes to finish the counts?” It shouldn’t take her much longer than that. After she was done with the rest of the bottles she just needed to make sure the numbers of bottles and cans in the coolers matched the counts from the previous night. She only half understood why she was thrown off by the request. She got along with Sabrina well enough. There was no hostile tension. Rory had pulled her out of bed on April fools, largely because she knew magic was going to help get the job done better and Sabrina had seemed like the obvious choice to help with that. Maybe that meant something. “I can do everything else later, but I can’t leave inventory halfway completed.”
Sabrina grinned as she pushed off from the bar. She’d held her breath for a moment or two while waiting for Rory’s answer. She was never quite sure where she stood with the older girl and would have tried to play off receiving a ‘no’ as no big deal. Which would have been a disaster. Sabrina could act when she was pretending to be someone else, but have her try and hide her own feelings and it never quite worked. Not unless a glamor was involved.
“I can wait.” She looked around, wondering if she should offer to help with the inventory but thought better of it. Rory probably had a process and she’d only get in the way if she tried to help. “I’ll meet you outside in like fifteen. I should go check that Maleficent has water and food.” Salem was known for tipping over the other cat’s meals.
True to her word, Sabrina was back downstairs fifteen minutes later, Salem winding his way between her feet before he headed back into the club. She didn’t want to know what he was about to get up to.
Out of the two of them, Sabrina gave off a lot more friendly vibes. Rory waved as she took off upstairs to look after one of many legions of animals, and then turned to finish off the work, putting lunch out of her head for now.
True to her estimate, she was finishing off the last row of beer in the cooler before shutting and locking it again, then signing off on the paperwork. When she heard Sabrina reenter the bar, she grabbed her painted leather jacket off the table she had tossed it on and shoved her arms through it. She checked her pockets to make sure her wallet and cellphone were there before turning to Sabrina.
“Good to go.” she confirmed, taking one last look around the bar to make sure she had locked everything up.
But she knew she had, so she started toward the exit that would bring them to the street. “Any particular place you had in mind? Or any kind of food you’re feeling?”
"The weather is nice so I was thinking we could hit up the food trucks by the park nearby." There were plenty of options that changed daily and the lunch rush should have been over and done with by then, hopefully leading to smaller lines. It wasn't too far either so Sabrina figured it made for a good location incase Rory needed to head back to the club.
"Are you excited for your birthday?" Sabrina knew it was in April, but she wasn't too sure about which day it was. Lucifer had told her that he didn't count his birthdays--considering how old he was it made sense--and her aunties hadn't been big on celebrating theirs either. Ambrose had still enjoyed it though, even when he'd been house bound.
When did that excitement fade and the years just blended in one onto the next? She knew Rory was decades older than her but not as old as Ambrose was either. Had the thrill of birthdays already worn off?
The food trucks were exactly where they had met the first time, but they were all so damn good. Rory frequented them, often startling some of the locals when she swooped down on her wings and walked right into the lines for pulled pork tacos or mac and cheese bites. “I’m always up for the food trucks.” Plus the weather was nice. Not Los Angeles nice, but still nice.
Her birthday was complicated, time travel was weird, and this was the first time she would spend it away from home, plus she’d a lot of them by now, and had celebrated them every which way, other than with her dad. So she shrugged her shoulders. “It’s another year, I guess. Not having mom, T, or Charlie around to celebrate will be…different.” She missed them, the family she’d always known, even if Vallo presented new opportunities.
“Dad tried to make up for all my birthdays back in our world. He threw this party at Lux, hauld in all the staff and did this song and dance routine to an 80s song. It was brutal.” He’d completely missed the point. “I’m hoping for my actual birthday he doesn’t do something that ridiculous.” He was Lucifer Morningstar, he went big. But hopefully this time in a less chaotic way.
The food trucks were soon in sight, and Rory scanned the different options that were present, trying to figure out which one she wanted the most. “I’m not sure if I want Bao buns, or like…kebabs. They really don’t make it easy with all these trucks in one place.”
The last birthday her own version of Lucifer had been at he’d been trying to haul her back to Hell with Caliban in tow. Sabrina had also been in her ‘sister’s’ body and carrying the Void within her, accidentally trapping Harvey’s dad and others inside of her. A big contrast from the same year celebrated in Vallo at Lux with her friends in Vallo.
“Maybe let him know what you want?” Sabrina suggested. Because there seemed to be a big array of what ‘ridiculous’ could mean. “I doubt he’d mind curbing his enthusiasm if its what you really want.”
She turned her attention toward the food trucks. “I want the mac and cheese bites. And probably also the cupcake on a stick.” Sabrina was certain magic was at play in keeping that thing together when it was eaten.
“Yeah, I’ll remind him to not do any choreographed numbers of presents for every missed birthday closer to the day.” Especially since there was probably a chance he had at least seen all of her birthdays and had memories of that now, even if Rory didn’t.
“Oh, cupcakes.” Rory said, making a little noise of agreement. “Chocolate.” Definitely had to be chocolate cupcakes on a stick. “I could definitely go for one of those too.” Maybe a couple of them. “Meet you in the cupcake line?” They could get their food choices and then meet at the cupcake truck to grab dessert together.
Once that plan was confirmed, Rory headed off toward the bao buns, the kebabs falling second on her list. She weaved through groups of people easily, some even stepping out of her way as she headed toward the truck to grab her lunch.
The lines were long, but thankfully the food trucks were used to the rush of extended lunch hours, continuously cooking and serving their food or already having it prepared and ready to go. People didn’t linger in front of the trucks anymore either, moving off to snag a place to eat and allowing the crowds to thin out some as Sabrina snagged her mac and cheese and then headed for the cupcake line.
It wasn’t a terribly long line and she scanned the area to try and spot Rory, hopeful the other girl would meet up with her quickly so no one would complain about Sabrina saving a spot.
Rory came up behind her just a minute later, a set of bao resting in her left hand, not paying attention to anyone who may have given her a look for joining Sabrina in the line. “These trucks must make a killing.” Capitalism at its finest, not that she could complain too much. It wasn’t like she was ever hurting for money her entire life thanks to Lucifer’s fortune.
When they got to the front, she waited for Sabrina to place her order and then placed her own. When they both had their desserts she headed towards a sunny spot by the park fountain they could sit down beside to eat.
“This is the same spot we met the first time.” she noted, “Guess food trucks are our thing now.”
Sabrina glanced around at the park. It was the first place they had met in person. With her added years that seemed like long ago even if it had only been a couple of months back. So much had happened even in just Vallo since Rory had arrived, too much for Sabrina to try and wade through with her jumbled memories from home.
“Means we’ll always have access to good food for any meetups.” Which was a definite plus in Sabrina’s opinion.
“Maybe we can do it once a month or whatever?” she suggested, shrugging her shoulders in an attempt to play off how much she wanted that to be a thing.
She hadn’t known Sabrina that long, but she was not the type to half ass anything, or suggest things she didn’t actually want. Rory knew Sabrina wanted to get to know her, and she wasn’t opposed to the idea. Rory knew she had her own internal shit to work on, not that she’d say so. But that wasn’t Sabrina’s doing. A standing monthly lunch date was hardly asking for the world either.
“Cool, we can do that. Work on eating our way through every truck here.” More would come and go, and menus would probably change. There would be something new to try most months. Probably.
Sabrina tried to reel in her excitement, but her bright smile quickly gave it away. She pushed it downward though, not wanting to overwhelm Rory and nodded. Cool. This was great. “Sounds like a great plan.”
She took a bite of her mac and cheese, pleased with how the day was going so far.
Despite her trying to hide her smile, Rory noticed it anyway. She didn’t know the ins and out of Sabrina like she did T, but she was figuring some things out. “You don’t have any siblings at home, right?” She wasn’t familiar with Sabrina’s family. She knew there was a cousin, and aunts, plus Lucifer. But other than that she didn’t have any details. “Or do you?”
All of Sabrina’s happiness deflated at once as she thought about her sibling. She’d barely known Adam, could count on one hand how many times she’d ever seen the boy. And Sabrina Morningstar didn’t really count. She’d been her, no matter what they might have told one another. The same person up until one point in time and then their lives had veered into very different directions.
“I had a brother. For a few weeks anyway. His mother cut him up and then tried to feed him to my father. She only got pregnant in the first place to stop him from killing her outright.” The little boy hadn’t deserved his fate. Sabrina hadn’t learned of it until well after it had happened, and no matter Lilith’s reasoning, there had to have been another way to save the baby from being raised by Lucifer.
Out of all the answers Rory had been expecting, that had not been it. She was halfway through taking a bite of her bao when Sabrina shared the fate of her brother, and Rory went still. She knew Lucifer in Sabrina’s world was a raging piece of shit, but what? There had to be other ways to deal with Lucifer than that.
Slowly she lowered her food, chewing slowly while scrambling to find something to say. But elegance was not her strongest attribute. “Shit, Sabrina. I’m sorry.” what else could she even say. Who did that? “That’s so beyond fucked up.” There had to be a special place in hell for anyone who would do something like that, and that was before Lucifer had his say.
“My world is…” Not nice didn’t seem like a strong enough description. “I try to think that Lilith was at least merciful to him before she killed him.” Maybe had put him to sleep, given him something so he wouldn’t feel the pain, smothered him in his sleep before she’d started to cut and cook him. Sabrina believed the demoness had loved the boy in her own way, but love was a concept that neither the Lilith or Lucifer from her world truly understood, often mixing it up for possession or obsession.
“Dad is nothing like any of them back home. And everything he says about his siblings is better than what I’ve seen with the other angels there. Well, except maybe Michael.” That one would probably fit well in her world. “Even your guy’s Hell seems better than mine.” Which was saying something because it was Hell.
“I knew Lilith was a shit mom, but seriously.” She’d never met Lilith, Maze was the closest thing she had ever come to meeting her, despite meeting other demons. Like Lucifer, Rory thought there was a reason for that. It just wasn’t anything she’d ever tell her aunt.
“The angels in my time are…changing. Uncle A makes them spend time on Earth to understand humanity. So they suck less. Though some are still…questionable. Michael is still in hell.” And probably would be for quite some time.
She didn’t know what Sabrina’s hell was like, but she had no idea if it was better. “Parts of it might be now, since there’s a way out. But it’s still…Hell, even with dad’s new approach. Screaming, torture, hell fire, competitions between demons, bids for souls, endless amounts of hell loops.” She’d seen some shit when she was down there. “Dad can enforce his will, but he isn't everywhere at once.”
Lilith was the worst. Manipulative, self-serving. Sabrina had wavered between being wary of the demon and trusting her at times, but currently she liked to keep her at least an arm’s length away. Whatever Lilith did was to better her own situation and no one else’s. Even when it seemed like she was helping out, she was really only helping herself. It had been a hard lesson to learn.
Spending time on earth wasn’t the crux of the problem for Sabrina’s angels. It was the whole ‘kill witches because they’re an affront to god’ but that was neither here nor there. “He cares though.” Which was a big step forward. Something her version definitely didn’t do. Everything was a game, something to entertain him or gain him more power. “With all of the torture and loops and demonic competition, dad at least cares about what happens to the souls there.” It made a world of difference.
“He’s going to start doing it here too. Counseling souls in Hell.”
From what she understood, he cared because of her mom's influence. She didn’t know if that was totally true, but it wouldn’t surprise her if her mother had put Lucifer on the path to having some sort of humanity. Linda too. “Therapy can do wonders.” she said, brushing over what were probably the more important details.
“That’s good. That will give him something closer to his purpose from home, at least.” Souls would be better off for it, especially since not everyone in her version of hell really deserved to be there. It was probably the same as Sabrina’s as well. “It’s hell, so there will always be something or someone to focus on.”
“He’s actually the one who got me to start working on releasing them here.” Sabrina had wanted to do something, to have Vallo sending her the pieces of Hell to mean something instead of simply being a reminder of who she was. It was nice to have a purpose, even better to be able to help those that she could while still getting to have an actual life.
She picked up her cupcake on a stick from the napkin it’d been resting on. “But yeah, agreed about therapy. It’s frowned on back home but I’ve been in it here for awhile now. It’s definitely helpful.”
Rory didn’t know how the arrival of Hell from another world worked in Vallo. If the souls released went on to whatever came next in Vallo, or back to Heaven in their own world. She didn’t want to know either, that sounded like a celestial headache she didn’t want to work out.
“Frowned upon?” She asked, finishing off one of her bao. “Like still stigmatized, or is there another layer to it in your world of witches?” She’d been in therapy herself on and off, it was hard to avoid when one of your closest extended family was a therapist, though it had still only got her so far in dealing with everything.
“Well, its not a thing at all that I’ve seen in any of my witch communities.” It definitely hadn’t been part of the Church of Night and she hadn’t seen it with the Order of Hecate either. “And well, witches are a secret back home. So is magic. And if you talk about the devil being your father and trying to force you into marriage at sixteen, they basically just think you’re delusional.”
So it hadn’t been a thing she could really talk to anyone about back home. Sabrina had her aunts and cousin, even her friends, but there were some things that it would have been nice to get an unbiased view on.
At least she could in Vallo. Her therapist had helped her cope with a lot. “Dad isn’t… like here and I think back in your world too, he’s the devil, but he’s not going around and raping witches on their wedding night or making deals with people where they get to live indefinitely as long as they murder a child in his name every year. Mine is back there.” Or he was. Sabrina tried not to think of him too much and what he might be getting up to.
“For fifteen years I thought my father was a warlock who had gone against the grain and married a mortal, who was supposedly the most gifted magic user in a very long time. And then I found out that it was that. Half of the coven wanted to worship me, the others were terrified, my aunts didn’t really understand. And I found out I was created just to end the world and bring Hell on earth. It was a lot. But we’re just sort of supposed to grin and bear it and move on because the next big catastrophe is happening anyway.” No time to deal with everything else that had happened.
And people wondered why she liked Vallo more than her own world. If it would just drop a few more people from home back into it, the place would be perfect.
“Did you always know he was your father?”
What qualifies as secret in Rory’s world was muddled. She lived in a world where superheroes existed, and yet from what she understood, most people had never believed Lucifer whenever he introduced himself as exactly who he was. People believed what they wanted to. “So what, there’s no witches who grow up to be therapists?” That seemed to be a bit of a design flaw for the community.
She could almost feel the color drain from her face, and she had to put down her dinner as Sabrina described her worlds Lucifer. He really was a monster, the kind that the hardcore religious types would preach about. The kind that caused her mother to press her lips together and walk away before she said anything, or that used to make Maze laugh.
“Yeah, I always knew.” she said with a nod, “Though I guess I didn’t really understand what that meant until I got older. I knew I was part angel, my wings showed up when I was around two, but that was expected since it happened with Charlie. I knew it was something I couldn’t bring up with other kids. But I didn’t really…get who Lucifer Morningstar was until I was older.”
The lore about him, the impact he had on the world, even if most of it was all just made up stories, she didn’t get for several more years. “I don’t think I really got it until I went back in time though. Even though I knew he was my dad he might as well have been what most of the world sees him as. A giant question mark. Does he exist, doesn’t he? Is he actually evil? No one ever told me anything about him past some surface level stuff, so I was basically left to let my imagination run wild.” she said with a shrug, “Which it did. Probably as a way to try and find a way to justify to myself why he was never there.” Which ended up being her own fault in the end, which was laughable now.
“There was never any Stephen King like antichrist stuff with me though. Being the Daughter of the King of Hell doesn’t come with any titles or expectations, just like being the son of the new God doesn’t come with any titles for Charlie. I’ve learned the demons will back off really fast just for the angel thing, but that’s about it. Some demons tried to make Charlie the new Devil once, when Lucifer didn’t want to go back to hell. But he doesn’t remember it. I think some of the other angels might have made some assumptions when I was young. But I’m guessing someone shut it down fast. Probably Uncle A.” Her life was kind of…not normal, but as normal as you could get. She didn’t know where she fit into things in the celestial big picture. But it took Lucifer billions of years to figure out his purpose, so Rory wasn’t in a huge rush. “Honestly I think being the Daughter of an LAPD Lieutenant was more impactful. I got out of so many speeding tickets for being a Decker.”
Sabrina grinned. Getting out of speeding tickets would be nice. Well, if she drove. Which Sabrina didn’t. Greendale hadn’t been big enough to need it and the places she’d been to outside of her small town had decent transportation systems so far. Plus teleporting. It made getting around so much easier.
“...you’re older.” Sabrina paused, trying to figure out exactly how to say what she wanted. “Like…not actually how old you look.”
“But, what is like…having people you know grow and get wrinkles and…” Well, die, but she didn’t really want to say that part. “Grow older and you’re just not.” It wasn’t something her aunts ever really talked to her about. And Ambrose had made it seem like this awful switch would happen, where all her loved ones would simply cease to exist, that she’d pull away from them quicker because she’d remain young and they would all keep aging. That it was too difficult to be around them once that started to happen.
Rory nodded when Sabrina pointed out her appearance versus her age, and could see where she was probably going to go with this as she gathered her thoughts. “Uh, still kind of figuring that out, I guess. I don’t really see the human friends I had in school anymore, but that’s not that different from human experience, so it’s no big loss there. The biggest thing right now is probably my sister?” she said, with a shrug. Her mother was a big one too, but there was nothing she could do about it while she was here. She just had to assume she’d get home someday and see her again in Hell. But not in a bad way.
“She’s getting older, and I’m not. I’m not even sure we’ll be able to call ourselves sisters publically much longer to avoid questions, unless we say we have the same dad or something.” Because having the same mom and looking how they did would make most people scratch their head. “It’s been easier to compartmentalize in some way when I know I’ll still be able to see her- or any of them at home. Death doesn’t stop you when you can come and come and go from the different realms.” Maybe at some point she’d be spending more time in the Silver City than on Earth, because everyone she cared about would be there instead.
Trixie. Right. Chloe had talked about her when she’d been around and Lucifer had mentioned her a few times as well. Watching family grow old and die was something Sabrina hadn’t thought about too closely. Her mother had died a long time ago and the rest of her family were witches. They lived longer, but eventually she’d outlive them as well. She didn’t know where any of them would end up any longer.
“That’s good…that you can still visit them no matter where they go.”
Sabrina could get to Hell and the Sweet Hereafter, but she hadn’t gone to Heaven in her world yet. Considering how the other angels reacted to her presence she wasn’t all that sure she ever wanted to go there.
“Well, at home anyway. Whatever the hell Vallo has going on, it annoyingly operates completely differently.” There was no passing in and out of afterlives here, Rory didn’t even know if they had any sort of equivalent of angels in Vallo. No one seemed to really want to talk much about the details. But Sabrina already knew that.
Here she was left wondering how her mother was doing, and annoyed that another version of herself got to be with her.
Anyway, it was depressing to think about, and frustrating because she couldn’t do anything about it. “For now I guess I’m just glad she’s finally with Lucifer again. Who knew Hell could be someones happy place.”
“The afterlife in general is weird here.” All that talk of people dying and simply becoming part of Vallo didn’t quite hold water when there were ghosts wandering around unsettled and Ankou and Beketh both called upon their ancestors and other spirits. Sabrina didn’t want to look too closely at it anyway. She had enough on her hands with the bits of Hell that showed up and the souls and demons inside of it.
“But yeah, at least they’re together back in your world. And there’s always a chance she’ll show up here again.” Chloe had been around twice already.
Though Sabrina supposed it wouldn’t quite be the Chloe that Rory knew if she did, but a much younger version which was probably weird too.
“Maybe, but she’s better off there, I think. She’s happy. Nothing can really hurt her anymore.” When you were the partner of the King of Hell you were probably well protected. Rory’s mom had her happy ending, as much as Rory wanted to see her again.
“Anyway, this is depressing. Change of topic?” she said with a slight shake of her head. She took a moment to finish off the last of her meal before the cupcakes, pushing away depressing thoughts of her family at home.
Right. Definitely needed to change the topic. Sabrina wasn’t too sure what to change it to and took a bite of her cupcake first, mulling the options over in her head for a second. “Did I ever tell you about the time dad tried to fight demonic goats and lost?”
There was an enlarged photo of it at Lux and Sabrina had some of it on video, but she’d only managed to catch a few moments of that particular chaos. The whole story was a lot funnier and it seemed like as good a topic as any to segway into next.
Ah, the goat. Yes, it was a beautiful photo that sat at the bar. “Regina did.” Rory said with a grin. “Back when I first arrived. It was a great story. But let's hear it from someone who was actually there.”