Narrator's POVThe refusal of Sabrina Spellman had not gone unanswered. In the quiet corners of Greendale, the Dark Lord's anger coiled, and something slipped through the veil of Hell into the mortal realm.
A shadow.A hunter.Sent to remind Sabrina of what it meant to deny him.
Sabrina's POVIt was late when Sabrina walked home from Baxter High, her books pressed against her chest. The streets were empty, the lamps casting long, flickering shadows.
But she wasn't alone.
Her steps slowed. The air grew colder, heavy. A whisper, low and guttural, scraped across her ears. "You cannot run from Him, girl…"
Sabrina spun around — nothing. Yet her heart thundered, her breath fogging in the chill.
And then she saw it. A shape peeling itself from the darkness — tall, twisted, faceless but for a gaping mouth.
Her scream caught in her throat.
Keiran's POVFrom the rooftops, Keiran had been following her — silent, as always. His instincts screamed before she even saw it. He knew the kind of creatures Lucifer sent: tormentors, designed to instill terror before striking.
He dropped to the street behind her just as the shadow lunged.
His hand swept out, and silver light flared for an instant, burning the creature back. He kept it dim, controlled, careful not to reveal too much of what he was.
"Sabrina — run."
His voice cut through her panic, steady and commanding.
Sabrina's POVShe spun around, wide-eyed. "Keiran?!"
But before she could process it, the shadow lunged again, shrieking with fury. Keiran stepped between her and the beast, his eyes flashing with something inhuman. He raised his hand — a ripple of witch's magic burst forth, raw and sharp.
The creature staggered but didn't fall. It hissed, retreating into the shadows, vanishing as suddenly as it came.
Sabrina clutched his arm. "What—what was that? How did you—"
Keiran's POVHer questions cut into him like knives, but he kept his tone calm.
"A shadow sent to frighten you," he said. "Nothing more."
Sabrina stared at him, disbelief and fear mingling. "That wasn't just… normal magic. You—Keiran, what are you?"
He met her gaze, holding it for a long moment.
Finally, he said softly, "Someone who's watching over you."
And nothing more.
Narrator's POVThat night, Sabrina's sleep was restless, haunted by the memory of the faceless shadow — and the even more haunting question of who Keiran really was.
And in Hell, Lucifer seethed. His son had interfered again.
But Keiran did not care.He had chosen his path long ago: to follow Sabrina, to protect her, no matter the cost.