Fallen Star || Hazbin Hotel

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"See you in court, sugar tits," Adam said when she made to depart, winking at her as she followed Azrael out the room, leaving behind the three others.

Estella walked behind the Angel of Death, the sound of her heels and Azrael's clicking the floor echoed loudly throughout the hall, the sound filling the silent hallway. She was quietly trailing behind the black-haired angel, taking in his already slim body which seemed to be even slimmer than usual—as if he hadn't eaten in days. Her eyes averted from his figure, taking to scanning her surroundings instead. The walls, floors, and furniture—they all seemed to be colored white—staring at the color caused her eyes to ache. Everything was too bright.

The hallway seemed to go on forever, and with the silence they were enveloped in, and how everything was too bright colored for her liking, it was driving her mad. She wanted to strike up a conversation for the sake of her sanity but she couldn't forget the day when Azrael opened Lucifer's eyes to her other side she had hidden away from the King of Hell.

Seeming to have sensed her frustration, she watched as Azrael's pace slowed and they were soon walking side by side, his expression unreadable but the furrow of his brows told her he was in deep thought. It was a couple of moments more before he broke the deafening silence.

"I told you not to come here," she heard him say, his voice cold and gaze even colder. She looked away, letting her eyes settle on the endless passageway.

"I told you I wasn't going to listen," she retorted, her pace quickening to put a distance between her and Azrael but to her surprise, she was abruptly halted in her steps by his cold grip on her wrist, forcing her to turn around and lock gazes with his dark ones.

She watched as he opened his mouth to interject but quickly shut his mouth, placing his hand over his face instead, frustrated by her arrogance before letting his hand fall back to his side, his gaze once again piercing into her own.

"I had hoped that my actions that day were going to stop you from coming," his voice was harsh, then quickly continuing while pointing a slender finger in her direction. "But of course—I should've known you wouldn't care for another's feelings except your own."

Her eyes narrowed, glaring daggers at the man before her. "Is this what it is then? What you want? To pick another fight so you can lose again?" She snapped, her wings making themselves visible against her back, readying for when Azrael might make a move to attack her.

He scoffed at her ignorant words before waving a dismissing hand to refer that he wasn't looking for a fight. Instead, he inched further towards her before continuing to speak. "You are selfish."

She was about to quickly retort but was stopped in her tracks by Azrael's cold hands cupping her face. She was stiff from their close proximity and the contact they were sharing. His hand felt soft against her skin but she quickly shook away the thoughts, returning back to the present moment.

"What are you-" she tried, but was cutoff once again.

"I am selfish," his voice was barely over a whisper, his eyes were looking deeply into her own, using his free hand to tuck away a strand of hair that had fallen over her face, brushing the black lock away. "I was desperate for your affection—not caring for the consequences that would follow soon after," he continued, watching the way Estella's brows knitted together to show her confusion at the situation at hand.