𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 || 𝘏𝘢𝘻𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘏𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭

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She took in a deep breath of the pure air belonging to Heaven, having set eyes for the first time on the place after eons of being exiled. Her eyes wandered over the bright realm where she once called home.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Charlie was in awe, whilst Vaggie looked as if Heaven was the last place where she wanted to be. Estella wasn't sure as to what she should feel by the whole situation. Joy? Hatred? Sadness? Regret? What she knew for certain, however, was by the end of the day, she was going to feel power surging through her veins once she finished off with the Creator.

As the trio—with Estella walking behind the couple, walked ahead, they were met with a golden gate guarding anyone from entry into Heaven, and a tall podium standing proudly by the side. When glancing up, Estella's gaze immediately fell on the form of an angel with curled blonde hair, his smile shining brightly, rivaling one of Charlie's own.

She recognized the male angel almost immediately, having grown up together, but not being entirely close. More so like acquaintances.

"Hiya, welcome to Heaven!" He welcomed them warmly, his blue irises scanning over the group before his gaze finally meeting her own, causing his eyes to widen and smile to drop.

"Oh, fuck! What are you doing here?" He exclaimed, his eyes locked on hers but Charlie misunderstood the situation, thinking he was questioning about rather the princess' presence.

"That's a rather rude way to say 'hello', don't you think?" Estella asked, whilst effortlessly lifting a single brow in his direction, and crossing her arms over her chest.

"We're here for a meeting," Charlie added, trying to explain why they were there, ignoring Estella's comment before giving a somewhat sheepish smile.

St. Peter looked over the party once again, eyes always lingering on her form before passing on to the next.

"I'm not so sure if this is allowed," he said anxiously, his words seemingly directing to Estella's presence rather than the meeting Charlie had earlier mentioned of.

Vaggie audibly groaned, her frustration shining through visibly, while Charlie looked more confused by his rejection. But before she could say anything further, the voice of an all too familiar someone resonated throughout the area, causing the group's and St. Peter's gaze to turn to the new voice.

Two six winged women were seen slowly descending downwards towards them, one being much taller than the other. There were multiple eyes across their bodies and for a mouth, they each had something in which resembled more like a bird's beak. But just as quickly as she got a glance of the seraphim, they reverted back to their less celestial forms, appearing more friendly and approachable-like.

She recognized the taller one, having had shared lessons together on how to be a proper seraph, there were moments when the two exchanged a few words, but they never really got to know one another on a personal level. But for the other seraphim, she wasn't sure as to who she was, presuming it the smaller one came after her fall.

"We can take it from here," the older of the two seraphim's voice boomed, holding a sense of authority, something Estella's mentor had always complimented Sera about. "Greetings, daughter of the Morningstar," Sera started, offering a warm welcome smile directed towards the princess before turning her gaze to Estella's figure. "And to you too, Estella," she added the last bit, but the tone of her voice was less than warm whilst her soft smile thinned to a straight line. No doubt the fallen angel was unwelcome.