Narrator's POVThe woods still echoed with whispers of rebellion. Sabrina Spellman had refused to sign her name, and the coven scattered in a storm of outrage. Faustus Blackwood hurried to mask his humiliation, and Zelda marched Sabrina back to the mortuary in a fury that could burn the world.
But in the trees, unseen, a different fire simmered. Keiran watched the chaos unfold, his expression unreadable. He had shielded her, subtly, from Lucifer's grasp. His father would know. His father always knew.
And yet… he did not regret it.
Zelda's POVBack at the mortuary, Zelda slammed the door, pacing like a caged beast.
"Do you understand what you've done, Sabrina? You've spat in the face of the Dark Lord! You've jeopardized this entire family!"
Hilda hovered nearby, hands wringing, her worry plain. "Zee, calm yourself, she's still just a child—"
"No!" Zelda snapped. "She is no child. She made a choice, one that will have consequences for all of us."
Zelda's gaze burned into her niece, but beneath the anger was fear. Fear of what the Dark Lord would do.
Sabrina's POVHer heart still pounded. She wanted to scream that it wasn't fair, that it wasn't really her choice when the Dark Lord loomed over her like a storm. But something had broken through that night. A glimpse of freedom, of someone watching her.
That figure in the woods.
She didn't imagine him. She knew she didn't.
Keiran's POVMorning came. He walked openly into Greendale, his steps deliberate, measured.
A man in his early twenties — at least, that's how he looked. Dark hair with subtle curls, sharp features carved from both fire and beauty, eyes like silver ash.
Lucifer's son, though none here would know it.
He found himself outside Baxter High. Mortals streamed in, laughing and gossiping, and among them… Sabrina.
She turned her head, and their eyes met.
Recognition. Not of identity, but of presence. She knew him.
Keiran inclined his head slightly, the barest greeting. And then, almost as if fate wove it so, Harvey Kinkle bumped into him.
Harvey's POVHarvey blinked up at the stranger. The guy looked like he stepped out of some gothic novel — way too intense for a sleepy little town like Greendale.
"Uh, sorry, man. You new here?"
The stranger's lips curved faintly. "New, yes. My name is Keiran."
His voice was smooth, calm, like someone who was never rushed by the world.
Harvey, ever kind, offered his hand. "I'm Harvey. Welcome to Greendale."
And from the corner of his eye, he saw Sabrina staring at the guy like she'd seen a ghost.
NarratorThus began Keiran's weaving into the tapestry of Greendale — no longer only the shadow in the trees, but the man standing beside Sabrina's friends.
She did not yet know who he was.But she would.
And when she did, the world would change.