Keiran's POVThe halls of Pandemonium whispered with rumors — Lucifer's daughter had been born. A child of prophecy.
Keiran's steps echoed as he entered the chamber. At first, he saw only Lilith, pale and exhausted, cradling the newborn. But then, the child turned, tiny eyes fluttering open.
Sabrina Spellman. His half-sister.
The moment their eyes met, something inside him shifted. Her gaze was unformed, innocent — yet to him, it burned brighter than the fires of Hell. She wasn't a tool. She wasn't a burden. She was choice.
"What will you do with her, Father?" Keiran asked quietly, though his chest tightened at the thought of Lucifer's answer.
Lucifer smirked, standing tall beside the cradle. "She will serve me, as all my children must."
But Keiran didn't listen further. In that instant, his decision was made.
Not her. Never her.
He bent over the cradle, and the newborn Sabrina grasped his finger, impossibly small against his hand. He felt her warmth, her fragility.
And he swore silently, an oath stronger than any spell:
For however long you live, sister, I will protect you. Not as a servant. Not as a pawn. By my will alone.