❝YOU THINK OF YOURSELF AS THE VILLAIN, WHEN IN FACT, YOU ARE QUITE THE HERO MY DARLING. ❞
Estella Diaz escaped death once, and has been living in her own personal hell ever since- until she meets the devil himself
LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X OC
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"THE DREAMS," Estella's therapist, Linda Martin began, "they've started again, haven't they?"
Estella sighed, avoiding the woman's gaze. She had been seeing Linda weekly for 4 years— her visits cutting down from 3 a week to just the one. She didn't mind, she thought Linda was really good at her job and she felt comfortable with the older woman.
"Yeah, they have." Estella looked deflated.
"Well it's coming up to that time of year again. How are you feeling?"
Estella shrugged, "Numb, the usual feelings I get. I suppose."
Linda nodded, "It's normal to feel that way, Estella. You were in a terrible accident. That trauma is going to live with you. Is there anything you'd like to say?"
"Nothing I haven't already told you..." she began, "I just- I always get this horrible feeling that these dreams I have. Being in that dark, terrifying place after the crash... It feels so real, why is that?" She always referred to the place as Hell. That's the only logical place she could think of.
"You were in a coma for two weeks, Estella. Your mind went to a place that at the time probably felt appropriate to your subconscious brain. Your guilt for the accident being the reason why you felt the need to go to 'Hell' as you put it." The therapist explained, Estella sighed. Nobody would ever understand how real it felt. How vivid she can remember the dark. The fear that coursed through her veins.
"I guess so," she looked at her watch, "That's our time. Thank you Linda."
"Estella, usually around this time of year you hide yourself away from the world and shut off. I want you to try and stay social, interact. I really think it would help you this year."
"Okay," she said with a nod, getting up from the couch and grabbing her bag from the floor.
"See you next week, El." Linda called out with a small smile, truth be told she had become quite fond of the girl over the years she had been treating her.
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Estella exited the room to find two people sat on the couch, waiting for the therapist. She tried to avoid any gazes but was halted by a voice. That voice.
'My my, what a surprise." Came the voice of Lucifer Morningstar, "I thought I was going to have to hunt you down but here you are."
Estella looked at the man sat on the couch, rolling her eyes at the man, "Hello again, Lucifer." Looking at his companion she recognised as Chloe Decker.
"El!" The detective exclaimed, "How do you know this weirdo?" She motioned towards the suited man beside her who looked offended at the comment.
Before Estella could even reply, he was already doing so, "Well, detective. This little minx came sauntering into my club the other night, resisted all my charms and then disappeared into the night like a modern day Cinderella!"
