Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Nick] According to the prophecy I found, His plan

I think those are locks, and I think the symbols will keep the Gates locked.

[deep note resonating]

And then, with the horseshoe, you pin him to the spot.

We don't have a Dark Lord to worship anymore.

Well, not only a witch.

And I'll fight Him until my last dying breath.

If only for a night.

He perverts the Holy Trinity.

I'm not a witch.

And then, once we have danced the Mephisto Waltz,

- Theo. Theo! - Theo, Theo, Theo! Hold on! Hold on!

You've said no every step of the way since your 16th birthday,

- [gasping] - Nick? Nicholas?

I say we must all partake of an Unholy Infernal Communion.

We have Father Blackwood to thank for this one.

In siring a babe of a witch, mortal, and infernal blood,

♪ Beautiful friend ♪

I don't believe you.

With your blessing, we are now the Church of Judas, Dark Lord.

♪ This is the end ♪

And may you never give up either again.

[Roz] Theo, get away from there!

♪ This is the end ♪

I was talking to Sabrina. Let us help.

I will kill you for all that you've done.

Thanks to you and your Aunt Zelda.

Which makes me think my father knew.

I cannot do it alone.

- I didn't say... - Silence, Prudence Blackwood.

[Lilith] Well, well, well. As I live and breathe.

Trying to find something, anything,

Only the Spear of Longinus could kill Me.

Maybe I can share them with you.

Those spots are where he is weakest,

[Nick] I can help.

Agatha! Agatha, wake up! Wake up! Oh, no!

To defend Sabrina? Certainly.

No, you will be armed, but not exactly with a weapon.

[all chanting softly] Tene hoc chaos...

- Iron spikes. - [gasps] Onions.

especially without your powers.

It's not something you'll really be able to do alone,

Ms. Wardwell. Here to do more of your master's bidding?

Eternal youth for your soul.

♪ Look around There's another mask behind you ♪

I don't care who the Dark Lord is to me.

♪ Flash of mauve, splash of puce Fool and king, ghoul and goose ♪

I've gotta go and eat something because I am famished.

Give me Greendale.

Praise Satan! Hail Judas!

[deep rumbling]