Jezebel Spellman stood in a beautiful garden, sunshine illuminating her face, her platinum hair glowing. It was beautiful here. A river leading to a waterfall was off in the distance, where there was a man standing there, naked and beautiful, back towards her, with a muscular physique, and beautiful brown locks. He looked over at her and smiled. Jezebel started walking towards the man, but as she walked towards him, the farther away he seemed. She stopped for a moment, looking towards her feet where a white snake slithered up her ankle. It looked at her for a moment before sinking its teeth into her leg.

With that, Jezebel jolted upright in bed, heart racing, and drenched in sweat. Her wolf familiar, Milah, awoke next to her on her bed and looked up at her with curious, amber eyes.

"Just a weird dream, Milah." Jezebel said, brushing her hair out of her face. Even I just being a dream, her leg stung, and she fumbled to pull up the long pant of her pajama bottoms where she found two dark puncture wounds. "What in the actual Heaven? Milah, did you bring a snake in the house?" Jezebel squeaked, an alarmed at the wound. Milah made a low rumble, "No, and I'm a little offended that you think I would bring prey in and not finish the job."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I dreamt about a snake biting me, and I just feel I would've woken up had a snake actually been in bed and bitten me…. Maybe Aunt Hilda will know something. She always takes in stray creatures." Jezebel replied, trailing off. Aunt Hilda would be aghast if she brought something in that hurt her, but Jezebel as long as the bite wasn't filled with venom would merely shrug it off and move along, just as Aunt Zelda had taught her.

Jezebel was the elder sister of Sabrina Spellman. Well, half-sister to be more specific. They shared the same father, Edward Spellman, but Jezebel's mother and father had split up and Edward eventually married Diana, resulting in Sabrina. Jezebel's mother died of a mysterious illness when Jezebel was six, three years after the passing of Edward and Diana, leaving Jezebel to be raised by Hilda and Zelda, along with Sabrina.

Jezebel, much like Sabrina, was slim and blonde, with deep blue eyes, as her mother Celeste was. It was fair to say that Edward Spellman had a type.

Jezebel got up from her bed, head still hurting with all this nonsense regarding Sabrina and her being the herald of Hell. Jez had seen the art of Sabrina in the mines, and like Ambrose had been attempting to do research. Jez was more of a middle mix in between Ambrose and Sabrina. She would absolutely fight when she had to, but was less anxious to throw hands or spells than her feisty younger sister.

Throwing off her pajamas, the 19-year-old threw on her bra and panties and quickly looked herself up and down in the mirror. She had been stressed out about this thing with Sabrina and eating was hard to do in between calming her sister down and researching and helping keep Sabrina out of trouble when that was even possible, so she was a little thinner than she usually was, her ribs protruding ever so slightly beneath her porcelain skin, though nothing was lost from her supple breasts or curves, much to her chagrin. She continued to review herself in the mirror bending down to grab a dress for the day.

"My Jezebel." A voice whispered in her ear. Jezebel jumped, seeing the beautiful man from her dream in the mirror, she whipped around to confront him, but there was no one else in the room save for her and her familiar. The black wolf peered up at her human, giving her a quizzical look.

"I thought I saw… Never mind. It doesn't matter."