Hi omg can I request a calbrina one shot wherein Sabrina apologizes to Caliban for leaving him in Golgotha while they're looking for the Pygmalion spell? After which some flirtatious bickering ensues and Caliban proposes? Idk if this is a good request but damn, I need some Calbrina! Thank you! X.

The last thing Sabrina wanted to do was spend the night in Pandemonium, but as Lilith kept reminding her the Kings of Hell were far from placated. They still objected to her rule and were hoping to see Caliban win the last Regalia. As a way of swaying votes, Lilith suggested she remain here for a few nights to demonstrate just how dedicated to Hell she was. The only trouble was, she wasn't.

Unable to sleep in her infernal canopy bed, Sabrina had taken to wandering the hallways. The last person she had expected to stumble upon was Caliban. He was lounging in the infernal library.

Perfect. Now not only was her guilt of abandoning Caliban keeping her awake, but he was here as well.

"Can't sleep?" Sabrina asked stepping into the room.

"I don't sleep. I'm made of clay."

Now there was another one of Caliban's strange remarks, she never quite knew what to do with.

"Right. Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all. It's still your kingdom at least for now."

Strange until now, she hadn't noticed was a deep voice he had. She found she liked that about him. Perhaps the only thing she liked about Caliban.

"I'm sorry I abandoned you. That was wrong of me."

"Yes, it was."

There it was another sharp reminder that even though Caliban looked only a little older than her, he was a Prince of Hell.

Sabrina sat down across from him and thought about her next words carefully. It wasn't easy to know what to say and she'd rather not say it, but she was scared if she didn't, her guilt would never abate.

"It was especially wrong of me because of how angry I was when you left Ambrose and I to die."

"It would seem that makes you a hypocrite, Morningstar. Much like your father."

Sabrina snorted. "Guess it does. But for what it's worth, I am truly sorry."

Caliban lit into a brilliant smile. One that might have taken her breath away if he had been a different boy.

"Then what do you say we team-up?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm proposing an alliance. Keep up, Morningstar."

"An alliance?"

"Yes, we find the third Regalia together."

"How would that even work?"

"Simple. We find the Regalia then we rule Hell together."

Sabrina stood up and stared at him in shocked silence.

"You're talking about a marriage alliance because I already rejected one of those."

Caliban rose to his feet. "Now that I understand. However, it doesn't change that this makes more sense than us being at odds."

"So it would be political."

Caliban took a step closer. She could feel the warmth radiating off him and when she looked up she found she was staring straight into his blue eyes. Eyes that turned heated and a slow smile parted his lips.

"Or it could be carnal, if you would like."

"I would not!"

Caliban smirked. "Suit yourself. However, if you don't accept prepare to lose your crown."

Sabrina scowled at him. "I will not be bullied into submission. And if you think for one second I will ally myself with you – that I would marry you when you want to turn earth into the tenth circle of Hell -"

"What if I took that off the table?"

"Just like that?" Sabrina asked still eyeing him suspiciously.

"Just like that."

"Alright, say I do accept I can't move to Hell. I have school, my friends and family."

"Think of it as commuting. When you are in the mortal world, I will manage things here. Much as you have been doing with Lilith."

"Yeah, except I trust Lilith."

"You could trust me," Caliban took her hand and she found herself not wanting to pull it away. "And I could trust you."

"That sounds like a really good way to get a knife in my back."

Sabrina meant every word and yet her smile was teasing. Caliban laced their fingers together. He raised her hand to his lips and looked her straight in the eye as he kissed the back of her hand. The kiss was surprisingly gentle and there was something in his eyes that drew her in.

"Now why would I want to blemish such a beautiful back?"

Caliban's other hand slid up her back. His fingers pressed against the very spot she had been imagining him stabbing. Even through her clothes, she could feel his warmth. It was scorching.

"When do we leave?"

"So you accept then?"

"Yes, but only if we include an additional oath in the infernal marriage rites."

"A blood oath of loyalty I presume?"

Sabrina nodded. "You presume right."

Caliban smiled and moved even closer. She could feel every inch of his body against hers now. Still she didn't push him away and why should she? Nick had broken up with her.

"I think it is whatever my lady wishes," he smirked. "As for the last Regalia, we can leave tonight already if you want."

"Yes, let's."

Caliban's arm snaked around her waist. He pulled her to him and her hands went to his chest. She blushed when she realized she could feel his naked skin. She had never noticed before how often Caliban wore his shirt unbuttoned.

"But one thing first," Caliban's voice had turned low and husky.

Caliban lowered his head and his lips brushed hers. It was scorching and she found herself pressing herself closer. She was the one, who deepened the kiss and soon her fingers were curled in his hair.

Suddenly, the prospect of ruling Hell with Caliban was far more alluring.

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you thought of this one-shot. And why doesn't FFN have Caliban as a character option yet? Omg.

- Izzy