Sabrina's dazed for a moment or two, and she knows it.
She thinks she might be forgiven, considering that she's covered in Nick's blood, the Devil before her and furious with her as ever, her hand aching from contact with the Lance, and Marcus's words rippling through her.
She can see, so close to her, Rosie and Charlie rushing to tend to Nick, and she feels like her heart might as well tear from her chest to stay there. But in this moment, Sabrina is not a healing, protective force.
She's a sword, a violent rebel in the image of the fallen angel that's created her, and she's turning against him. Her whole body screams with the effort, but she's up and turning and holding out a hand.
"I've been thinking," she grits out. "Lilith existed before you found her and twisted her. We don't have to get our power from you. We've always had it."
Sabrina searches for Marcus's face and breathes out. He doesn't believe God, false or not, hates her. So she calls out too, remembering a different set of words.
"I call forth the witches from the shade. Those who came before us, and died, so that we might live. Visit us, sisters, intercede on our behalf! I call forth the powers of Lilith, of Aradia, of Morgan le Fay. Visit us, sisters, intercede on our behalf!"
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She thinks she might be forgiven, considering that she's covered in Nick's blood, the Devil before her and furious with her as ever, her hand aching from contact with the Lance, and Marcus's words rippling through her.
She can see, so close to her, Rosie and Charlie rushing to tend to Nick, and she feels like her heart might as well tear from her chest to stay there. But in this moment, Sabrina is not a healing, protective force.
She's a sword, a violent rebel in the image of the fallen angel that's created her, and she's turning against him. Her whole body screams with the effort, but she's up and turning and holding out a hand.
"I've been thinking," she grits out. "Lilith existed before you found her and twisted her. We don't have to get our power from you. We've always had it."
Sabrina searches for Marcus's face and breathes out. He doesn't believe God, false or not, hates her. So she calls out too, remembering a different set of words.
"I call forth the witches from the shade. Those who came before us, and died, so that we might live. Visit us, sisters, intercede on our behalf! I call forth the powers of Lilith, of Aradia, of Morgan le Fay. Visit us, sisters, intercede on our behalf!"