CHAPTER FOUR
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(..A Kiss…To...Hell..)
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THE HUNT BEGINS
Written by:Eni_willamest
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EARTH — LOS ANGELES, NIGHTFALL
Est Morningstar stood atop a rooftop overlooking downtown, his coat fluttering in the wind, eyes burning like dying stars. Earth smelled like iron and filth. Too bright. Too loud. Too full of creatures who thought they were gods just because they had money and guns.
He missed the taste of ash.
He missed Hell.
But most of all, he missed power.
Here, his magic was fractured—dulled by divine chains that throbbed beneath his skin. And yet… something stirred inside him. A flicker. A hunger.
William.
That name rolled over his tongue like honey and venom.
He didn’t understand it. Didn’t want to. But the moment he saw him, the moment their eyes locked—something ancient had snapped awake in him.
A bond.
A curse.
A promise.
And now… Est was going to find him.
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EARTH — THE GLASSBACK CLUB, PRIVATE OFFICE
Est kicked open the office door. His new “associates” froze mid-conversation. Drugs, guns, money—they all went still under the weight of his gaze.
“Where is he?” Est asked.
“Wh-who?” one stammered.
“The waiter. Brown hair. Quiet voice. The one who smelled like starlight and sin.”
They blinked. No one spoke.
Est stepped forward, slow, controlled. The room darkened.
“I can flay your souls and make you watch. Or you can tell me what I want.”
A trembling voice finally spoke. “William. William Rivera. New hire. Shows up early. Leaves alone. Real quiet.”
Est smiled.
“Not for long.”
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EARTH — WILLIAM’S APARTMENT, MIDNIGHT
William awoke to the sound of glass cracking.
His heart pounded. He reached for the gun under his pillow, but froze when he saw the window. It wasn’t shattered—just melted. Warped inward like reality had softened.
Smoke curled into the room.
Then he stepped in.
Est.
No words. Just silence.
William aimed the gun. “Don’t move.”
Est raised an eyebrow. “You think that’ll work?”
“I don’t care if it works. I’ll still try.”
That earned a grin. “Cute.”
He took a step closer. William flinched.
“You’re not human,” William whispered.
“No.” Est’s voice was low, dark. “And neither are you. Not anymore.”
“What the hell does that mean?”
Est reached out—gently—and touched his cheek.
And in that moment, William saw.
Flashes. Fire. Wings of obsidian. A kingdom of shadows bowing to a bloodstained throne. And himself—glowing, chained, kissing a god of darkness.
He gasped and stumbled back.
Est tilted his head. “You feel it too, don’t you?”
William didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
Est stepped forward again, this time slowly, intimately, like a lover.
“There’s something inside you,” he whispered. “Something divine. Something I need.”
Their faces were inches apart.
“But I don’t want your kiss for power anymore, William.”
He leaned in.
“I want it because I crave it.”
Their lips almost touched.
Then Est vanished—in smoke, heat, and ash.
Leaving William shaking. And alone.
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