Chapter 25 - Enter the Prince's Rival

POV: Eriol

Thirty minutes past twelve, I noticed the sudden change of weather when Andrea and the other volunteers attended to their last batch of diners.

I groaned to myself, expecting the rain soon.

I hate it.

I definitely hate this kind of gloomy weather because it makes me remember the past. It makes me remember the pain in my rotten heart when Sarah was wedded to Tobias. It makes me remember how I scampered to my feet, how I grovelled in the Egyptian sand as the bastard Archangel Raphael held me down. It makes me remember how I ultimately became a demon.

This kind of weather always puts me in a sour mood, but luckily, I have Andrea in my side now and the memory of last night to calm me down.

I direly wanted to stay in another place, maybe teleport to Dubai where the sun always shows itself. However, my will to stay and watch over Andrea won me over and dispersed the feeling of