Narrator's POVIn Greendale, Keiran was a stranger beginning to wear the face of a friend. In Hell, however, he was still the son of Lucifer — and his father's shadow was long.
Greendale — Sabrina's POV"Roz, Theo — this is Keiran," Sabrina said, gesturing toward the tall stranger standing at her side in the Baxter High hallway.
Roz tilted her head, studying him with those sharp, knowing eyes. Theo gave a polite smile.
"Keiran just moved here," Sabrina explained quickly, though she didn't know why she was so eager to defend him. "Thought maybe he'd like to meet… us."
Roz folded her arms. "Moved here? To Greendale?" She sounded suspicious, but not cruel. "Well, Greendale does attract all kinds of… people."
Keiran smiled faintly. "That it does." His gaze flicked toward Sabrina, and Roz caught the glance. Something unspoken passed between them.
Theo, always more welcoming, stuck out his hand. "I'm Theo. Welcome to the most haunted town in America."
Keiran accepted the handshake gently, his movements precise, controlled. "Thank you. I think I'll enjoy it here."
And Sabrina couldn't shake the feeling that his words weren't about Greendale — they were about her.
Roz's POVRoz frowned. Something about Keiran was… unsettling. Not evil, exactly. Just other. His eyes looked like they'd seen centuries, but he barely looked older than twenty.
She leaned toward Sabrina as Keiran stepped away. "Where'd you even find this guy?"
Sabrina hesitated. "I… don't know. He just… feels familiar."
Roz's suspicion only deepened.
Hell — Keiran's POVLater that night, the flames of Hell licked around him as he descended into his father's domain. He didn't bother with ceremony. He walked straight into the throne room.
Lucifer Morningstar sat upon his blackened throne, his smile sharp and dangerous.
"My son," the fallen angel purred. "Or should I say… my traitor?"
Keiran bowed his head slightly. "Father."
Lucifer's eyes burned like molten gold. "Do not play games. You shielded the girl at her baptism. You defied me."
Keiran's jaw tightened. "I prevented you from stealing her will. That is not the same as defiance."
Lucifer laughed, cruel and amused. "She is mine by right, as are you. Yet you dare interfere."
Keiran met his father's gaze without flinching. "She will choose her own path. Just as I do."
The throne room went silent. Demons stirred nervously at the edges, sensing the tension between Morningstar and his son.
Lucifer leaned forward. His smile never wavered, but his voice was a blade. "Careful, boy. You may have inherited my blood, but remember — you are still mine to command."
Keiran's lips curved into something between a smirk and a snarl. "I belong to no one."
And with that, he turned, walking out of the throne room, leaving his father's fury burning like wildfire behind him.
Narrator's POVTwo masks, two worlds. In Greendale, Keiran wore the face of a quiet stranger, weaving his way into Sabrina's life. In Hell, he risked his father's wrath to protect her freedom.
But secrets could not last forever. And one day soon, Sabrina would demand to know who — and what — he truly was.