"I believe in him," Sabrina says, without faltering. She inhales a bit sharply as Lucifer draws near, and forces herself to push the breath back out. "Whether he knows I'm here or not."

She clasps her hands in front of her. There's no golden cloth or crown this time, no masks but the one he wears.

"If you give me back Nick, if you give me the people I love, I'm yours. We can make another Book of the Beast. I'll become the new High Priestess of the Church of Night. We'll find a way to either give you a different host, or your own angelic form. Just promise me the people I love are safe, that they're mine.