All language subtitles for Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina - (Season 2, Episode 9)

I had been wandering
the wilderness for months,

if not years.

When everything outside the Garden
was a vast...

stony wasteland.

That's where He found me.

This man.

This...

beautiful man.

Angelic, really.

With two wounds on His back.

He lifted me up.

And then,

I helped him.

I healed Him.

I wasn't just the first woman, you see.

I was the first witch, too.

Lilith. And He was Lucifer.
The Morningstar.

Soon to be our Dark Lord.

I was His handmaiden, and He...

He was my master.

Aunt Hilda.

- And where have you been all night?
- Aunt Zelda.

Do you have any idea what's going on,
Sabrina? The trouble we're in?

Aunt Hilda, Aunt Zelda,
listen to me for one second.

Ms. Wardwell manipulated me
into fulfilling a prophecy,

one that's meant to bring about
the end of the world.

Because of me, the Dark Lord
has assumed His original form

and is somewhere in Greendale.

And the Gates of Hell are going to open,
releasing the hordes of Hell.

Sorry, all this is...
This is all happening now?

Now or very soon.

According to the prophecy
I found, His plan

is to enslave the tribes
of human and witch-kind,

and to rule over everything
with His demon army.

There's more. Sabrina created a mandrake
that's absorbed her witch powers.

- All of them?
- And that's not even the worst of it.

- Oh...
- What's worse than you being mortal?

She's meant to rule
by the Dark Lord's side,

as His queen.

How? Wh...

As His child bride? Well...

Over my dead body. You're too young.

You'll stand against the Dark Lord,
Auntie?

To defend Sabrina? Certainly.

Family comes first.

And the Dark Lord is not
without his aversions.

- Iron spikes.
- Onions.

Spellmans...

if Sabrina is the Dark Lord's prize,

Sabrina is who He will not have.

We'll build a protection
around the house. Chop-chop.

Nicholas, you put those strapping
shoulders of yours to good use and help.

Sabrina, we need to find out
where in Greendale the Dark Lord is.

The more we know,
the more prepared we'll be.

Sabrina!

- Harvey. Guys.
- Harry.

- Are you the real Sabrina?
- What do you mean?

Or the Sabrina that tried
to kill us and turn us into vegetables?

Yeah, but don't worry, I killed them.

Oh, no, that was someone else,
that was something else.

- What the hell is going on?
- Guys, the Dark Lord is in Greendale.

He wants to jump-start the Apocalypse
by opening the Gates of Hell,

- which are apparently also in Greendale.
- Shit.

- In the mines?
- Actually, yeah.

That's probably exactly where they are.

- If they're in the mines, we can help.
- No offense, farm boy,

- but you'll wanna sit this one out.
- I wasn't talking to you.

I was talking to Sabrina. Let us help.

Let us find the Gates of Hell, at least.

Sabrina, they're mortal.

Don't forget, Nick, so am I.

Like, mortal mortal?

It's a long story, but kind of.

So if you can find the Gates,
that would be great.

If you can figure out a way
to keep them from opening,

that would be even better.

Like, with dynamite?

Sabrina.

Get inside the house.

Dynamite could work.

- We'll do our best.
- Okay. Be careful.

- And... And stay in touch.
- We're on it.

What about me?

You be careful, too.

Stick to the shadows.

Sisters?

Sisters, I need your help.

We're not your sisters, Prudence.

We don't have the Blackwood name.

Please, Agatha, Dorcas...

if I am to kill Father Blackwood,

I cannot do it alone.

I need my sisters.

How would we do it?
He won't let us get close to him.

We won't need to.

Mm.

Well, well, what have we here?

Normally, the Gray Room
has a strict dress code,

but in your case,
I do believe I'll make an exception.

Just passing through town, stranger?

Don't you recognize me, Mr. Gray?

We struck a bargain, you and I.

Eternal youth for your soul.

Dark Lord.

- Forgive me. You look...
- Just as I did when I was in Heaven.

Minus the wings, of course.

I live only to serve You, my Lord.

That's fine, but where is my handmaiden?

Where, oh, where, is my Lilith?

Here I am, Dark Lord.

Ah. Lilith.

I was surprised you didn't greet me
when I assumed my angelic form.

I've been busy. Preparing the way.

How are you, Lilith?
You seem... perturbed.

Oh...

perhaps it's the fact that

the throne You promised me,

the crown You assured me
I'd be wearing, and soon, that...

those things are going to Sabrina Spellman

and not me.

It's not your turn yet, Lilith.

Nor ever, I'm beginning to think.

You will be leading the armies of Hell
when the Gates are open.

Supporting role.

Begging the question why her,

not me?

Self-pity bores me, Lilith.

And you know what I'm like when I'm bored.

Besides, you have work to do.

Bring me Sabrina Spellman.

At once,

my Lord.

In the meantime,
I must attend to certain...

wayward members of my flock.

Aaah.

Father Blackwood! Father Blackwood!

What's the meaning of this intrusion,
Melvin? Explain yourself.

Forgive me, Father,
but it's the Dark Lord.

He... He hath returned in His angelic form.

He awaits your presence
at Dorian's Gray Room.

The blood is a sign.

Prudence.

Father, erm, we were just...

Yes, yes.
Never mind whatever mischief you're up to.

The Dark Lord has summoned me,
and you must attend me, daughter.

Oh, but this doesn't make sense.

In the Satanic Bible, there's no mention
of the world being destroyed

- and remade into a Hell on Earth.
- Well, why would there be?

The Dark Lord wants us to serve Him,

so He kept the truth hidden from us.

But this time, it's not just Greendale
that's at stake, it's the world.

What, if anything, can be done, then?

Protect Sabrina at all costs.

Yes.

If this prophecy is to be believed,

she is a key piece of
the Dark Lord's plans.

Which makes me think my father knew.

Are you suggesting Edward
colluded with the Dark Lord?

Aunt Zelda, the Dark Lord needed me.

A girl who represented the two tribes.

He wants to rule over humans and witches.

Why else would my father
have married my mother?

Even if that's true,
you'll not be the Dark Lord's queen.

We'll find a way. We're Spellmans.
We always find a way.

I may have found something
in the Demonomicon.

Aah. The Melmoth Spell.

I carve a sigil onto your soul.

It's quite painful and bloody,

but it makes so the Dark Lord
cannot see you,

provided you're constantly moving.

- I'd have to run for the rest of my life?
- It will do you no good to run.

Believe me, I've tried.

Ms. Wardwell. Here to do
more of your master's bidding?

- What's this now?
- She's the Dark Lord's lackey, Aunt Hilda.

She's been plotting against me.

Against us, this whole time.

Is that so?

Is that how you got past our protection?

Well, I don't have the same aversion
to onions as our Dark Lord has.

Come along, now.
He doesn't like to be kept waiting.

- Not a step further, witch.
- You are outmatched, dearie.

Three of us for one of you.

- Terrible odds for a witch.
- Witch?

I'm not a witch.

Well, not only a witch.

Then who the Heaven are you?

You yourself, Sabrina,
walked in my shoes.

If only for a night.

You're Lilith?

Lilith.

What did you do to Ms. Wardwell?

Did you kill her?

- Well...
- She was my favorite teacher.

And you killed her,
and you've been posing as her,

helping the Dark Lord,
helping me fulfill the prophecy.

And now you have to come with me.

Or He will come to you and destroy
everything and everyone in His path.

All right, I'll go.

- Sabrina, no.
- Cousin!

- No, wait...
- I have to face Him.

- That's right.
- Why on Earth?

I need answers, Aunties.

I need, at a minimum, to know the truth
about my mother and father.

You are powerless, my love.
You'll be like a lamb to the slaughter!

- I'll go with her.
- No.

She may take her familiar.

Dark Father, You honor us with Your glory.

I offer myself unto You,
slave to Your Will.

My soul is as wormwood in Your fist.

Faustus.

Rise and tell me of my Church of Night.

I have brought the coven back
to the old ways.

With your blessing, we are now
the Church of Judas, Dark Lord.

And what of Sabrina?

Uh...

She's been... er...

Sabrina Spellman is a very dangerous...

A child?

Dangerous?

Too dangerous for you?

The High Priest of the Church of...
what was it,

Judas?

I knew Judas, by the way.

You, sir, are no Judas.

I've tried my best, but...

Silence!

Your Church of Judas,

like all covens of darkness,

exists only to exalt Me

and now, Sabrina Spellman.

You and your flock will report to her.

Answer to her.

Bow to her.

What?

Do you question your Dark Lord, Faustus?

Sabrina's coronation
and all attending festivities

will be held at
the Academy of Unseen Arts.

You and your coven

will serve us tonight...

and all other nights henceforth.

That is all.

And how do we even stop the Gates of Hell
from opening?

I mean, I wasn't kidding
about the dynamite.

- Oh.
- My dad has crates full of it from...

controlled explosions.

If we have to,

...we'll blow up the whole cavern.

- Assuming we can actually find them.
- Oh!

I think the cunning
might be able to help us with that.

- I've been practicing.
- Awesome.

Um... I guess, grab whatever
you think you might need.

Harvey?

- You never know.
- Okay, guys.

Let's go stop the Apocalypse.

- Phew.
- Oh, God.

The Dark Lord won't be long.

He'll want everything to be perfect.

When I was playing Lilith
in the Passion Play, I kept wondering,

"Why does Lilith bend to the Dark Lord?

Why does she do His bidding?"

Promises were made.

That if I served Him faithfully,
He'd lift me up,

make me Queen of Hell.

- It's all I've ever wanted.
- And you believed Him?

You don't understand.

He was kind at first.

Gentle.

We'd spend our days

near the place
where He'd fallen

and hit the Earth.

Where thousands and thousands
of years later,

ye old town of Greendale was founded.

Is that why Greendale's so messed up?

It's a nexus.

A cursed place.

What happened then?

With the Dark Lord?

The more time passed
since the Fall, the more He...

He turned into this...

...thing of darkness.

And why do you still serve Him?

Even now?

It's all I've ever known.

What a terrible,

weak reason.

He's ready for you.

Welcome, Sabrina.

You sent for me...

and I came.

What is it You want from me?

Respect?

Love?

No?

Well, soon enough for those things.

In the meantime, I'd settle for gratitude.

Gratitude? For what?

Have I not given you
every worthwhile thing?

Beauty, strength,

power above all other mortals?

I didn't ask for those things.

- I didn't want those things.
- Now...

Now that is a lie.

And there should be no lies
between us, Sabrina.

Not on the eve of our glorious ascension.

The truth is, Sabrina,
you have loved the power I have given you.

You've reveled in it.

Your wrath, when you've shown it,
has been magnificent.

I have waited a millennia
for such a fit consort.

I will not be denied it now.

Then, might I suggest Lilith?

Lilith knows her place.

Her purpose.

To serve.

Here's yours.

You will blow the horn of Gabriel for me,

opening the Gates to the Pit
for the aristocracy of Hell,

who will attend your coronation.

You will wear the crown.

You will sit in the throne.

And then, once we have danced
the Mephisto Waltz,

the world will be remade in Hell's image.

All the demon hordes will be freed,

and you and I
will rule over Hell on Earth,

together, for all eternity.

Sorry, but I have school.

You've said no every step of the way
since your 16th birthday,

and yet, here we are.

There has only ever been
one path for you, Sabrina.

The Path of Night.

Your every choice you have ever made

has led you here.

I have made quite sure of that.

Haven't I,

Nicholas?

Sabrina.

The Dark Lord...

asked me to get close to you.

To be nice to you.

To hold your hand.

But then I really did
fall in love with you.

Sabrina, you have to believe me.

Sabrina, I never would've hurt you.

But you did.

I didn't know
that this was the Dark Lord's agenda.

- That doesn't matter.
- Don't blame him.

Wasn't his choice.

There is no such thing as choice.

There is only My desire.

Was my father a part of this, too?

Did he conspire with you?

You believe your father colluded with Me?

Did he?

Tell me that, at least.

But, child,

Edward Spellman isn't your father.

I am.

What?

So, you see...

there is nothing to do but submit.

Prepare yourself.

You will blow Gabriel's Horn at sundown,
in the clearing where you signed my book.

Sabrina.

Leave her be.

Your work is done, boy.

Okay.

Roz?

What did you see?

It showed me. It showed me the Gates.
I... I saw them.

Which way?

Follow me.

And lo, I was summoned to the
very knee of the Dark Lord Himself!

And He took my hand in His,

and gave me His Unholy Blessing!

Upon the Church of Judas!

The one true Church!

And so I say, praise Satan.

Hail, Judas.

Praise Satan!

Hail Judas!

Praise Satan! Hail Judas!

Praise Satan! Hail Judas!

And so, to thank the Dark Lord today,

I say we must all partake of
an Unholy Infernal Communion.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Be pleased

to accept this offering, Dark Lord,

as You were pleased

to accept the gift of your servant Cain.

Step forward, girls.
Drink deeply in His Name.

In His name.

Hail Satan!

That's not true.
Surely, it can't be true, Aunties?

Of course not, He's the Father of Lies.
This is but a fabrication.

Did my father offer up my mother
like a piece of meat?

Or was my mother a part of it?

Edward loved Diana, Sabrina,
of that much I am certain.

However...

It's... It might be possible...

that it's somewhat...

true.

Unholy shit.

What on Earth are you babbling about?
He was our brother.

Yes. And I was Diana's midwife,
if you remember.

Me, not you.

Sabrina.

She was so happy and so very proud

when she found out she was pregnant,

- because...
- Because what? Auntie, please.

Because...

Well, they really struggled
to have a baby.

So they went to the Dark Lord

and asked Him to bless them with a child.

And He did.

But then, later,
Diana came to me, and... and...

she said she was worried about the baby.

About you.

And, erm... nervous,

because she thought
the baby wasn't Edward's.

- You...
- Hilda, you knew, and you didn't say?

No, I didn't know, know anything!

But why?

Why would the Dark Lord
want to do such a thing?

Don't you see, Aunties?

I have read of such tales
in apocryphal books on Satanic lore.

In siring a babe of a witch, mortal,
and infernal blood,

He perverts the Holy Trinity.

A sacrilegious conception,

to birth
an only ill-begotten child of His own

and instigate the Apocalypse.

So He tricked my father
and used my mother?

And now He expects me to fall in line?

Well, I say, not today, Satan.

I don't care who the Dark Lord is to me.

I'm a Spellman
and I will always be a Spellman.

And I'll fight Him
until my last dying breath.

I just don't know how yet.

Well, I might have an idea about that.

May I come in?

Holy shit.

Do you guys feel that?

How hot it is?

Guys, I don't think dynamite's
gonna do the trick.

Agreed.

Roz, can you maybe...

Um...

Yeah, um... I'm on it.

Har... Harvey, something's wrong.
They're too powerful.

Harvey!

Roz?

Roz? Hey! Hey! Hey, are you okay?

I saw something. Um, like... like symbols,
or runes maybe, or sigils.

- Okay.
- Like those.

On the Gates.

I think those are locks, and I think
the symbols will keep the Gates locked.

Like a protection spell.

Holy crap. Like drawing images
to keep the Hordes of the Void at bay.

What is everybody
talking about right now?

You guys are gonna think I'm nuts, but...

Roz, can you describe the symbols,
so I can draw them?

Um...

They're complicated, ancient, but...

Maybe I can share them with you.

Clear your mind.

What do you mean?

- See what I see, Harvey.
- Roz...

Harvey, see what I see.

Roz, what's going on?

Keep drawin', Harvey. Just keep drawin'.

And why would you turn against
the Dark Lord now?

Well, perhaps someone's defiance
has given me hope.

That my story isn't finished yet.
That my destiny hasn't been decided yet.

I don't believe you.

Fine, it's because
I want the throne and crown.

I've worked for them,
I've earned them, they're mine.

And if He won't give them to me,
then let's gut the bastard

and I'll take them for myself.

At least you're being honest.

But what...
what do we do against the Dark Lord?

I mean, He's a bit of a god, isn't He?

No, He's not a god and never has been.

That's one of the Devil's greatest lies.

He's just a fallen angel,
a creature of the cosmos.

Powerfully ageless,
but I've seen him bleed.

And I know his weak spots.

If you wish for me to tell you.

How do we do it?

You're powerless right now,
and that's to your advantage.

He thinks you're helpless.

But He underestimates
your secret weapon. Your family.

He's expecting you at the altar
in the woods.

You'll go there alone, with no weapons.

You want me to go unarmed?

No, you will be armed,
but not exactly with a weapon.

And you won't really be alone.

Now.

Does anyone here know how to smelt?

- That's pure iron, is it?
- Course it is, Auntie.

What's the other thing?

We have Father Blackwood
to thank for this one.

I'm not sure it'll kill the Dark Lord.

Well, you don't need to kill Him,
just distract Him.

Now you'll all have to do
exactly as I say.

Sabrina...

you will exploit the Dark Lord's
first and greatest weakness,

His arrogance, pride, and ego.

Sabrina, you came.

You must submit to Him,
flatter Him, be in His thrall.

Turn and face Me, My daughter.

And you must keep Him facing you
at all times.

As you wish, my Lord and Father.

Today, we sound Gabriel's Horn
to unlock the Gates of Hell.

Do you still have your doubts?

On the Dark Lord's back,
there are two wounds that will never heal.

The place where his wings
were ripped from his body.

Those spots are where he is weakest,

and where the killing blows
must be struck.

No, my Lord.
I put myself in Your thrall.

Willingly.

Then kneel, daughter.

Flattery, Sabrina,
will be your tool to disarm Him.

Dark Lord. Lucifer Morningstar. Father.

I praise thee.

And then, with the horseshoe,
you pin him to the spot.

Sabrina.

Just a little trick I learned
from St. Dunstan.

- Ambrose!
- Aah! Hah!

- Hah!
- Aunties!

Stab Him with these.

Daggers forged
in the ancient city of Megiddo,

where Christianity was born.

Well planned, but fruitless.

Only the Spear of Longinus could kill Me.

Wait. Stop!

I shouldn't be surprised.
You are, after all, My daughter.

And I had wanted to keep things civil,
but if blood must be shed...

Please. Please don't.

Or you can pick up Gabriel's Horn.

Sabrina, no!

Aunties.

Do it or I'll kill them now.

What was that?

There.

The Damnation Game begins in earnest.

I shall expect you all
at my daughter's coronation.

Defy me again...

and I won't hesitate.

Now what?

We pray Harvey, Theo, and Rosalind
are nowhere near the Gates right now.

Here we go.

- What do we do if the sigils don't work?
- Run like Hell.

It's not working.

- Maybe those aren't the right sigils.
- Maybe there just aren't enough of them.

- Theo. Theo!
- Theo, Theo, Theo! Hold on! Hold on!

Theo, get away from there!

It worked.

I can't believe it...

Aah!

Whoa!

It's gonna hold, right?

I mean, your cunning's never been wrong,
has it, Roz?

I'm sorry. I truly thought that
the daggers would incapacitate Him.

Well, He sent me to help you
get ready for the ball.

Like a Satanic fairy godmother, I suppose.

You'll make a wonderful queen.

No. No, I won't.

The fight's not nearly over.

What are you doing with all those books?

Trying to find something, anything,

to use to stop the Dark Lord.

Nicholas gave this to me.

My father's journal.

When I first started at the Academy.

- Edward Spellman is not your father.
- He's more my father than the Dark Lord.

I can tell you that.

Plucky to the end.

You'll learn. He always gets His way.

Now, I'm to gather the demon aristocracy
at the Gates,

I will return
to collect you for the coronation.

She's wrong, Salem.

I'll find a way.

Father...

- Are you going somewhere?
- We all are.

Fill a suitcase for the twins.

Necessities only.

Must we really run from the Dark Lord?

The Dark Lord would raise that brat
above us all!

You would have me, a Blackwood,

bow down to a Spellman whore?

- I didn't say...
- Silence, Prudence Blackwood.

That is your name, is it not?

The four of us in this room
are the only ones who matter now.

There is but one path for us,

and we are following it
out of Greendale, tonight.

Wait, what about the rest of the coven?

I've relieved them
of their Earthly bindings.

Relieved them how?

Poison.

That Communion.

You had me...
You had me give it but not take it.

Prudence!

Leaving me now means leaving them.

I will kill you for all that you've done.

Wherever you go, I will find you.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no..

Sisters!

Oh, Sisters!

Oh...

Sisters.

Agatha! Agatha, wake up! Wake up! Oh, no!

Dorcas.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Oh, come on, Sisters. Stay with me.

Just please stay with me.

I'm going back again.

- Please!
- Son of Pazuzu!

Prudence!

Please, please save my sisters.

- What happened?
- Father Blackwood, he's poisoned them.

- He's poisoned all of them.
- The entire coven?

Okay, it's all right, love. I'm here now.
Okay? I can take it from here.

- You said all of them. Are they all dead?
- They're still alive.

- They're in the desecrated church.
- Right. You, come with me.

Ianuae magicae.

What are we going to do, Auntie?

We try to save as many of them
as we can, of course.

Teleport them back to the mortuary.
Start with those two, Melvin and Elspeth.

Ianuae magicae.

Well, well, well. As I live and breathe.

I expected this cavern to be
crawling with demons, but...

instead, I find you three silly mortals.

Shockingly, you've managed to
keep the Gates of Hell from opening.

Ms. Wardwell? What are you doing here?

Did Sabrina send you?

Not exactly.

How are they? Your sisters.

Thanks to your Aunt Hilda,
they're all right.

As are the others.

Thanks to you and your Aunt Zelda.

- We just brought them here.
- That was enough.

Blackwood used us.

Both of us, Prudence.

Our desire for a father
blinded us to the family we already have.

Wait.

Wait. Salem.

The Acheron Configuration
that held Batibat.

It's a prison, right?

I mean...

my father designed it
so that it could hold any demon.

Maybe it could.

I can help.

You're no longer welcome
in this house, Nicholas,

- physically or astrally.
- Sabrina...

please forgive me.

Look, it's not an excuse,
but you know how it goes

when the Dark Lord
asks you for a devotion.

- You can't say no.
- Yes, you can.

Look, He asked me to show a pretty girl
a wicked time, that's all.

Is He why you asked to sit with me
at lunch the first day?

No.

No, the Dark Lord's ask came later.

I sat with you at lunch because of
the way you sang in choir class.

Do you remember that?

You were fearless.

And I fell hard.

I don't think I can ever trust you again.

I pray that's not true.

And I'm in the middle of
trying to save the world, so...

So let me help you, Sabrina.

Trust me or not, but I don't want

the Apocalypse to happen
any more than you do.

This held Batibat. Do you think
it could trap the Dark Lord?

Theoretically, yes.

The Configuration is based on the most
sacred and complex bindings in nature...

the human body.

Your father, he, um...

he was inspired by da Vinci's sketch
of the Vitruvian Man.

But an Acheron is only
as strong as the magics

and the binding spell behind it.

It's not something
you'll really be able to do alone,

especially without your powers.

Can we help, 'Brina?

- Guys.
- You were right, Sabrina.

The game, it seems, is not yet over.

Somehow, against all odds,
there remains a hope in Hell.

Perfect, because I might have a plan.

I'm gonna need everybody's help.

Starting with you, Nicholas.

Fix that Configuration, and maybe
I won't hate you for the rest of my life.

Meanwhile,
the rest of us will be getting ready

with a glamour to end all glamours.

But you, Lilith,

you'll go ahead,
and make it seem to the Dark Lord

that everything is going
according to plan.

His plan.

How long have we waited
for this moment, Lilith?

A Coronation on Earth.

But where are my guests?

I brought them from the Gates.

Only the crème de la crème
of Hell, mind you.

- They are awaiting my word.
- Perfection.

And where is my queen?
- The same.

Awaiting my word.

Well, then, let us begin.

Certainly.

I have arranged a little treat for you,

a bal masqué of the flamboyant flavor
you so love.

My fiends and friends!

Tonight, I present to thee my firstborn.

Sabrina Morningstar.

Proud Lady of Pandemonium,

Maiden of Shadows

and Queen of Hell!

Hail Sabrina!

Hail Sabrina! Hail Satan!

And now, my queen,

we shall dance as father and daughter,

to the Mephisto Waltz.

There.

Isn't that so much better
than trying to kill me?

Sorry about that... Dad.

Dad?

Is it not what I'm supposed to call you?

Ahem. Perhaps in private.

In front of our legions, you should use
the formal appellations.

Lucifer Morningstar
or Dark Lord might be best.

Or King.

Certainly, Dark Lord.

Tene hoc chaos...

Now that I'm queen, I was wondering
if you might give me something?

What do you desire?
Jewels? Silks? Palaces?

...sanguinem terrae...

Give me Greendale.

- ...elementa mundi...
- For my own.

- Tene hoc...
- Ah, yes.

You do care for your
mortal pets, don't you?

Then you shall have them.

...elementa mundi.

Tene hoc chaos.

- Sanguinem terrae te dique perdant.
- Wait. What are they saying?

Tene hoc chaos!

Sanguinem terrae te dique perdant.

- Elementa mundi...
- I told you what would happen

- if you defied me again.
- Remember my name.

...chaos...

Remember it was me,
Sabrina Spellman,

- who beat you, Lucifer Morningstar.
- ...te dique perdant.

Tene hoc chaos.

Well played, Spellman.

Yes.

Edward would have been proud.

You try and try to defeat me.

I am the Great Satan
that no prison may contain!

Hold that nasty thought.

I can't restrain him for long.

We need a better prison, a stronger one.

- There's nothing stronger than an Acheron.
- Incorrect, Mr. Scratch.

The mightiest prison is the first one,
created by the False God.

The human body. Flesh and bone.

The strongest
and most sacred bindings in nature.

It has to be me.

- No!
- Absolutely not.

I'm the best binder and conjuror
since Edward Spellman.

- If anyone can keep Him trapped, it's me.
- Do it, Mr. Scratch.

Nick. Nick!

I love you, Spellman.

You taught me how to love.

Carne teneantur tenere tenebrasque.

Palatium, carcere...

Nick? Nicholas?

Tenebris somnum!

A sleeping spell. Well done.

What happens now?

You won't like it, I'm afraid.

And there's no other place for him?

It's what's safest for the world.

Make no mistake,

if the Dark Lord ever escaped
the flesh Acheron of Mr. Scratch's body,

we'd all be doomed.

What will it be like for Nick?

In Hell?

Oh, don't worry, Sabrina.
I'll take good care of him.

Now, if you wouldn't mind...

Oh.

As the newly self-crowned

Queen of Hell,

I bestow upon you,
Sabrina Spellman, two gifts.

The first,

I restore to you all your witch abilities.

So now, my dear,
you have both power and freedom.

And may you never give up either again.

No.

Uh...

What's the second gift?

You'll all find out soon enough.

Mr. Kinkle?

Nick.

Nick.

Are you ready?

So ready.

Wait.

One last thing.

Come along.

My father won't be as easy to find...

...or to kill.

Once the twins are safe and sound,

I shall seek my true destiny as a witch.

We both will.

Can you imagine?

This is all that's left of
the Church of Night and the Academy.

A handful of witches and warlocks.

What do we do now, Zelds?

We don't have a Dark Lord
to worship anymore.

Perhaps we're the Church of Lilith now.

I don't know.
But as High Priestess, I'll figure it out.

'Brina, how are you holding up?

All things considered, I'm doing okay.

Talk to us.

What is there to say?

Everything's changed, again.

All this time, all my life,
I've believed I was two things.

Half-witch, half-mortal.

Now, I'm something else.

So what are you gonna do?

I don't know, figure it out.

Maybe look into my mom's side
of the family.

Another thing that's changed.

You three saved the world this weekend.

I don't need to keep
protecting you anymore.

If anything, we could maybe...

Work together,
against the forces of darkness?

Basically.

We're with you, Sabrina,
every step of the way.

I guess we're sort of, like, a club now.

We're like the...

Fright Club.

- Oh, yeah.
- We're the Fright Club.

- Yeah!
- I don't know...

Always makin' fun of Harvey.

We need a better name than that.
But I do think we have our first...

mission.

Ms. Wardwell?

Ms. Wardwell, is that you?

Sabrina.

I just woke up from...

the most incredibly...

vivid dream.

What do you remember?

I, erm...

I remember seeing...

Night of the Living Dead, then...

waking up.

Just now.

Starving.

So, erm, if you'll excuse me,

I've gotta go and eat something
because I am famished.

What... How...

That must be my other present from Lilith.

Getting my favorite teacher back.

Yeah.

Hey. You had our next mission?

- Oh, yeah.
- Okay.

So, it might be impossible,

and it might get us killed.

- Whatever it is, I'm in.
- Me too.

Me three.

It's the four of us, then.

Right, sorry, Salem.

The five of us.

Uh...

Sabrina, what's the plan?

Let's go to Hell
and get my boyfriend back.

Greg, move your head!