𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 || 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭

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By early dawn, Estella was up and about, getting ready for the day ahead.

She silently conjured a piece of paper out of nowhere before conjuring a pen in another hand. She quickly wrote down on the paper, notifying her absence before sending it to Dirk's room, hoping he'd not get upset with her sudden disappearance.

Ever since making a deal with the Vees, she sure has been busy, making her presence within her home cease.

Memories of the encounter last night was shoved into the back of her mind, hidden behind her ambitions she had ever since the beginning of time.

Although it was stuffed deep within the back of her mind, it was not forgotten, the encounter too overwhelming to just forget.

Even though she had proclaimed she could not change her ways and clearly would not take Azrael's advice, she kept his words in mind, his words echoing freely within her.

Shaking her thoughts, away, she opened up a portal leading to the Hazbin Hotel— too lazy to walk there. Stepping in, she found herself in the establishment, its hallways dim and lacked light. Apparently, from what she guessed was that everyone was still asleep for it was too early in the morning to get up.

Surveying her surroundings, she noted the room number on a door nearby; 309. Presumably, the number three was meant to indicate it was the third floor of the hotel, so she walked over to the elevator, stepping in and pressing the number four before the elevator's doors closed.

The lift ascended quickly since it was only a one level gap. She stepped out, the doors behind her closing.

She's learned that Alastor's room was located on the fourth floor but had no idea which room he resided in but thanks to her ownership of his soul, and the power which radiated off of him, she could sense where he might be.

Walking up to a random door she didn't even bother to look at the room number, she knocked on it in a rhythmic pattern, silently waiting for the door to open.

Seeing as there were no movements on the other side and no one even bothered to welcome her in, she decided to break in herself, knowing Alastor was never one to sleep and had no reason to. If this really was his room, and he was indeed inside, then he must not want her coming in.

Once again, she opened up a portal, leading into Alastor's room without a need for the door.

Carefully stepping in, she took in her surroundings. An ordinary looking hotel room but once getting a full view of the room, she noticed the room was as ordinary as it seemed. The wooden floorboards led up to a grassy floor, trees and wildlife thriving in the swamp-like habitat.

In the middle of the swamp was what she could make out, a singular table and a chair, Alastor nowhere to be seen.

She huffed in annoyance, agitated by how he managed to consistently escape her clutches when she literally had ownership over his soul.

She tried summoning him with her powers, hoping he had his guard down and wouldn't be able to react back in time.

However, this was the Radio Demon. Of course he always had his guard up, no matter the day or time— no one, not even a single soul such as herself might have the honor to catch him off guard.

So of course, upon her command, he rebelled against it and decided to play with fire.

Realizing he was once again, disobeying a direct command, her eyes fluttered shut tight, counting to ten in her mind to calm herself down.

To her surprise, upon reopening her eyes, she found herself staring back at a certain demon clattered in red, his grin never wavering.

She slightly smirked at the sight.