"If it were strong enough, maybe. The-- this lance, I'm pretty sure it's a holy relic of some kind. I would feel more confident if I understood more about what I am," she says, carefully, as if she expects to cut herself on her words at any moment. "A witch cannot go onto hallowed ground, but is that because they're contracted to him? Lilith was a witch before she met him, and magic can exist without his influence."

She rubs her hands nervously. "I was able to enter the church and fight the angels because I was half-mortal and baptized. But I'm not half-witch, I'm half... whatever he really is."

Sabrina lets out a slow breath, fighting to keep her feelings in check, and mostly succeeding. "I can touch a cross, but I don't know about things like holy water."