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Harvey was in his room drawing like he usually does. He’d imagined a few interesting things before, and thanks to the world of Sabrina. He saw some things he couldn’t even think of as real. Before the revelation of her witch heritage, his world consisted of Glendale. The town from one end to another without seeing anything interesting. Now he literally had gone to Hell and back.
But the most interesting thing on his mind as of current was Nicolas Scratch. The handsome warlock, who was known as the best of the young warlocks. Harvey pictures him and his flawless body, the way his hair fell down on his face. Harvey got so hard thinking about it even for a horny teenager.
Harvey was grateful to have friends like Sabrina, Theo, and Roz. Even more so when he revealed his attraction to men. Having dated Sabrina and Roz, he worried they would hate him. Accused him of playing with their hearts. But they didn’t, they expressed support and love for him like always.
Friday nights they would meet at one of their houses to hang out. This Friday they were going to Theos. Harvey was happy for him meeting a guy who cared about him. Robin was weird, but the important thing is he cared for him. Harvey found himself putting his sketchbook closer to his chest. It made him feel better for some reason.
“Kinkle, don’t you know it’s dangerous to go through the woods alone?” Harvey slowly turned around.
“Nick, I don’t want any trouble. So just tell me what you want.”
“Come on Kinkle, you and the band got me out of hell. Granted you helped send me there. So there’s a tick for tack that’s got to happen before we’re square.” Nick said, stepping a bit closer to Harvey.
Nick had never been this close before. He really had pretty eyes, Harvey wrapped himself around his sketchbook more. Nick saw this action, and tried to grab it. Harvey reacted quickly, and dodged the grab.
“Kinkle, is there some dirty drawings you don’t want me to see.”
“No, Scratch it’s my stuff leave it alone.” All of a sudden his fingers pressed into a fist, as his sketchbook disappeared. Nick had it in his hand, and began to flip through it. Harvey made a move toward him, but Nick made a gesture. Harvey was unable to move.
“Kinkle, don’t be shy. You’re allowed your pleasures. Let’s see what naughty drawings you play with yourself- is this me?” Nick had found the drawing that Harvey did of him. In the drawing he was wearing a clearly fictional piece of armor that defined all his muscles. The satanic star on the breast place was scratched, and on the floor the Dark Lord’s severed head. Nick’s attention was broken when he heard a strangled moan. Harvey was able to move again, now that Nick's attention and thus the spell was broken. Their eyes met, Harvey’s face was sullen.
“Kinkle, I didn’t know that you liked me so much. Maybe I’ll make your dreams come true. Or make you jealous of Sabrina” Nick laughed.
“You’re an ass! Fuck you!” Harvey shouted before he turned and ran off in the opposite direction not caring where he was going. Only that it was away from there. Nick followed, dropping the sketch book.
“Harvey wait!”
From behind a tree, a muscular blonde man walked up to pick up the sketch book. But he was more than a man, he was a sculpture of pure beauty and sin. Caliabn Prince of Hell, made from Clay.
Having broken Sabrina's spell, he found Hell was taken from him. So he traveled to Earth to take from her. But he didn’t want to take just anything, but what was most precious. Caliban flipped through the pages, and as he landed on a page. Evil thoughts started forming in his head.
Harvey hadn’t realized how much time had passed since the encounter in the forest. It was two hours later that he finally looked at his phone. His friends had been texting him. Considering all the things that had happened, it was understandable why they would be worried.
“Sabrina:Are you okay? We’re all wondering what happened.”
“Harvey: yeah sorry I wasn’t feeling well.”
“Sabrina: did something happen?”
“Harvey:no, I’m just going to go home.”
“Sabrina: where were you if you weren’t home?”
Harvey didn’t respond, there was too much going on today.
Saturday morning came, and the night before was a blur slowly turning into something solid. He wondered did Nick know now, or was it just boyish teasing stemming from surprised admiration.
-
There was a knock at the front door. Sabrina went to answer it as she was taking a bite of toast.
“Hey, Nick how are you? Come on in.”
“Thanks Sabrina.”
“What’s up, you haven’t been by in a while.”
“I want to talk about Harvey.”
“What in heaven did you do to him?! I knew something was wrong!”
-
Harvey walked along the path tracing the way he went last night. It was most likely hopeless, and he didn’t want to ask Nick. Maybe he would be nice enough to return it on his own. But Harvey knows the word nice and Nick doesn't mix. He reaches an unfamiliar clearing, where randomly stood a statue of a man, covered suggestively by a sheet of fabric. Harvey walked up to it, it was so life-like and delicate. The face almost seemed familiar. Harvey reached out and stroked the face.
All of a sudden the statue came to life and grabbed him, the stone skin became flesh and then he recognized the face.
“Fuck, I thought you were trapped in hell Caliban.”
“I didn’t know you were interested in men. Guess we’re both learning stuff now.” He smiled. He gave Harvey’s hand a kiss, which seemed to shock and ease him. He blushed as Caliban returned his hand to him.
“I guess admiring a statue of a man was pretty obvious.”
“Don’t be shy, it’s nice being admired.”
“I mean you’re beautiful and I’m just..”
“Harvey you are more than just, you’re brave, handsome, loyal, and talented.”
“I’m not ..”
“No, but you are. No one but the most talented could capture my likeness.” He held up a sketch of himself.
“What? Fuck did everyone see my sketchbook?”
“Please, don’t be upset. I found it on the ground and was curious. Here I return it to you.” Magically the sketch book appeared in his hand. He gave it back to Harvey.
“You found it on the ground?”
“Yes, and I’m glad I found it. Something like this is a treasure.” Harvey blushed.
“Would you like to get tea or something?”
“Yes, I'd like to spend time with you. Lead the way.” Caliban began to walk, but Harvey stopped him with a hand on Caliban’s chiseled chest.
“Wait, you can’t walk around wearing a sheet.”
“Would this be better?” The sheet disappeared, and he was naked in all his Hell spawn hung glory. Harvey's legs almost gave out.
“No, I mean it’s nice but you can not be naked.”
“As you wish my love.” A garment shimmered on, tight everything leaving very little to the imagination. They began to walk, holding hands.
-
“So that’s what happened.” Nick explained his side of the night before.
“Nick! You can’t tease Harvey like that. He’s not like a warlock! You can’t be seductively cruel!”
“I didn’t know that! I don’t really know him! I mean it’s not to say I’m not interested.”
“Wait, you're interested?”
“I.. I didn’t get it before. But when a man who you thought didn’t even like you comes save you from Hell. It makes you admire him a little. I guess I started getting why you like him so much.”
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“So you’re technically a year old?” Harvey said, taking a sip of his milkshake.
“I mean, sort of. If we’re speaking technically 2001 years old. When I got trapped back in time and had to take the long way back.”
“What?! How! Wait so you’ll never age? Or die?”
“No, I can die. Everything can die. I’m just harder to kill. Remember made of clay.”
“Oh, yeah felt harder. Like marble.”
“There are some things that’s hard now.” Caliban said casually, causing Harvey to choke on his shake. Caliban laughed, and took Harvey’s hand into his. Unknown to them a certain warlock was jealously watching them through the window.
“Oh, games on.” Nick whispered under his breath. The flowers in his hands withered black, then into ashes without a flame.