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It's late.
I'm gonna call it a night.
I don't need any details, but you really like this girl?
Uh...
I do, yeah.
And you've got... protection?
Yes, Dad.
- Jeez, what? - I'm just saying.
Be smart.
Good night.
Good night.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, my dad's just being weird.
That carnival opens up tomorrow night.
You wanna go?
Maybe they have a tunnel of love?
I was thinking the same thing.
Think we could stay here forever?
What about the world?
Wouldn't we be missed?
I don't care.
I'm just so, so happy you're here.
With me.
Thanks to you.
Only to you.
And now that I have you back,
I'm never letting you go.
Sweet dreams.
Nick?
Nick, what's wrong?
- You're okay. - No.
- It's just a nightmare. Shh. - It was him.
- No. - He was here.
The Dark Lord.
No.
No, he's not.
He is far away.
He can't hurt you anymore.
Everything's gonna be all right now.
It's okay.
No, no, Roz...
Nick's doing great.
It's just...
I wanna spend the day with him.
Like the whole day,
so I was hoping you could maybe cover for me at school?
- We're talking about the carnival. - A carnival tonight?
Yeah, that sounds amazing.
- I have a ride. - Sure.
When and where shall we meet you?
See you then.
Babe?
I'm gonna go to breakfast.
Will you come down when you're done?
Absolutely.
No!
No!
So, how's poor Nicholas doing, darling?
Here we go.
- As well as can be expected. - Yeah?
How's his little foot?
Well, his malformation is a remnant
of having the Dark Lord inside him.
Um... given enough time, it should revert back on its own.
Probably.
Well, you must be so happy now that he's back in your arms,
all safe and cozy?
And in your bed.
I imagine it was quite the reunion.
All we did was talk and hold each other, Aunt Zee,
and that is all I'm gonna say about that.
Well, then, I know what we can discuss.
The sheer insolence of you going to Hell without our permission.
You could have been killed.
You could have gotten your friends killed.
Oh, honestly.
First Purgatory, now Hell. What's next? Heaven?
Bet you missed this while you were gone.
Breakfast with a side of inquisition.
Ambrose, as you know,
we've reopened the Academy in your absence,
and we're short of teachers.
I cannot be a teacher if that is what you're asking me, Auntie Zee.
Why can't you?
The thing is,
my time abroad has illuminated me to everything I do not know.
Magicks beyond our experience and imagination.
If I'm to be a master of the mystic arts,
I must read, I must research.
Well, then, you can be the Academy's librarian.
What about Cassius?
Oh. He's on death's doorstep.
Hmm.
Zelda?
Are you coming down with a cold?
How dare you? I've never been sick a day in my life.
- Morning, everyone. - Morning, my darling.
Hey, have a seat. I've saved you a plate.
No, that's all right, Ms. Spellman, I'm not really hungry.
Actually, we should get going. Nick's walking me to school.
And then straight to the Academy, I hope.
You've been gone too long, Mr. Scratch.
And Sabrina, I'll be expecting you
as soon as your day at Baxter High is finished.
- 3:30, shall we say? - Absolutely.
I'll be there.
Obviously, we're not going to the Academy today.
And I'm not going to Baxter High.
- We're not? - No.
We're playing hooky.
I just got you back. I wanna spend the whole day with you.
And then Roz said there's a carnival opening tonight.
- How does that sound? - Divine.
But simply not meant to be.
Lilith.
Mr. Scratch, did you miss me?
You won't take me back. I'd sooner die first.
I'm not here for you. Sabrina is needed at court.
- Sabrina is? - I am?
Why would Sabrina be needed in Hell?
It's a long story, but in order to get you out of Hell,
I had to...
claim the throne.
So you did as Lucifer asked?
You're Queen of Hell?
Well, technically, yes, but not really.
I made Lilith my regent so she could handle the day-to-day.
Yes, but you foolishly threatened
the Infernal Court with a reformation.
And now they're demanding to hear your plans.
They've gathered at Pandemonium, so if you...
Oh, I'm not going. I have plans with Nick.
As regent, there's only so much I can do.
That's fine, but like I said...
I think you should go.
- What? - That is,
I mean, if this is something that you need to do...
It is.
I don't feel right about leaving you.
Sabrina...
go.
Do what you do best and be a total badass.
And we can meet up at the Academy.
I'll be back by lunch.
- Order! There will be order. - Yes.
Order?
We are the lords of disorder.
You demanded an audience with the Queen.
Now you must let her speak.
Outline her reformation.
For starters,
I want a grand accounting of all the souls in Hell.
Until then, I want a freeze on any more deal-making with mortals.
What about pre-existing contracts?
We must collect on them.
Only after I review each contract
and make a decision on a case-by-case basis.
Respectfully, does she have the time,
what with all her cheerleading and such?
Silence! Silence!
If you'll let the Queen finish.
We've heard enough.
I, Caliban, demon prince of Hell,
challenge the Morningstar to her seat on the throne.
Look upon this scroll.
I have gathered 666 signatures of the highest born of Hell
to endorse my challenge.
By infernal law of the court of Hell, it must be accepted.
- What? - Is that true?
Technically, yes.
Or you can simply forfeit the throne.
Oh, don't even.
Then I challenge you on a quest for...
the Unholy Regalia.
The regalia are the three most powerful occult objects in history.
Relics that have been lost to the ages, mind you.
Legend has it, he who finds and collects the relics
may take his seat on the throne, whether they be Morningstar or not.
Do you accept my challenge, Sabrina?
Yes. Accept it.
I accept.
Then begin with Herod's crown.
All hail King Herod, who slaughtered innocent babes.
Yes.
Find his crown,
return it to its rightful place in Pandemonium,
and you will be one step closer to the throne.
What if it's rigged?
The contest.
What if Caliban and the kings already know where the regalia is,
and this is just a setup?
It's true.
I put nothing past them,
but no one knows where the items are.
Not even the Dark Lord. Else he would have destroyed them.
So, if I find Herod's crown,
will that put to bed Caliban's challenge?
There's a trinity of objects, so...
probably end up being the best two out of three.
Nothing's ever easy.
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