#calbrina fanfic: Lashes

[rdqt]

Lashes

chapter 1:

Under my protection.

"Prisoners! The punishment for invading Calvary is 100 lashes. You can choose who receives it."

"I-"

"I'll take the lashes."

Caliban's eyes widened in shock and horror. "What?! You are the queen of hell! I I will not-"

"Exactly, I am the queen. And although you are a prince, you are still my subject, and therefore you are my responsibility and under my protection."

The demon snorted frustrated and exasperated (and worried, but that he would deny until death.) "I will not let you be humiliated like that!"

The young queen puffed out her chest, raised her chin, and spoke to an authority that he had only seen three other times in his short life. 1nd when she faced him, and dismissed him and the infernal court after claiming the throne. 2nd when she brought her first soul to hell. And 3rd when she hit him (twice) and said he would cut his throat from ear to ear before letting him take her throne.

(He would see that authority on another face very often from the moment he met Zelda Spellman formally.)

"I see nothing humiliating about protecting someone, especially someone who is under my responsibility. and you don't have to allow anything, I didn't ask and I don't need your permission."

"I'm made of clay! The whip will not draw blood!"

"Does that mean it won't make you feel pain or hurt you?"

He hesitated for a moment and then regretted for not lying through his teeth.

"I'll take that as a no." And with that she turned to the cell door, where Pilate and the Centurion, were watching the scene as a tennis match (despite the only person present who would understand such a comparison would be Sabrina, after all, of the four other people present three were trapped in a time loop from AD 33, since AD 33, and the fourth was a month-old demon who was molded from the clay of the infernal pit to challenge Lilith by the infernal crown, and consequently, having others priorities in his tutoring other than tennis games.), Barrabás was obviously also watching, after all that conversation was the most interesting thing that had happened there in literal centuries, and therefore none of the spectators was willing to intervene until they was absolutely sure that it was really over.

"Come on Sabrina! My queen, you are too cute to have scars!" At that point he was beginning to understand why one of the mortals said "And here we go again ..." when she claimed the throne.

This time she gave him a gentle smile. "Back to you my prince. Besides, I already have scars, so it's already a little late for that." That said, she turned to Pilate. "Then? Shall we?” And with that, they took her against the clay man's outraged protests. Sabrina, on the other hand, was chin-up and with confident steps, maintaining her dignity as the queen she was.

"..."

"..."

"... Your lover is very brave, and made a noble but useless sacrifice."

"Shut up."

"It's always like that. First, the prison, then the lashes. I am forgiven, while you are condemned ... I really wish it were the other way around."

"... Tell me exactly what happens when you are forgiven, and I will fulfill that wish."

"What do you want to do?"

"Use the time she gave me to help her and me get out of here. You're wrong, her sacrifice was not in vain, and I will reciprocate when we get back to our timeline."

(English is not my native language, please let me know if the post has any errors so I can correct <3)