Media, Ancient Northwestern Iran
House of Raguel, Rooftop, Evening
POV: Aeshma (A flashback of the past)
"Raphael," I greeted with enough callousness to the archangel standing some distance in front of me.
"Aeshma," he answered just the same.
Glorious golden wings bright as the sun and wearing an armor that shined like a million stars in the night sky was what I see in this entity. You can add a long, golden hair and that's it - a worthy role model of the angels in heaven.
"Tell me, have you completely wallowed in Darkness? Did you finally joined the Adversary?" Raphael stated as he slowly circled me like a skillful predator.
Shit.
As if he can intimidate me with his golden presence.
I turned to where he was, making sure my eyes never leave his. A tiny opening on my part could
POV: AeshmaI seethed in anger when all the wedding necessities were prepared the next day, but when the matrimonial ceremony was held, I only watched in helplessness as Sarah and her destined man exchanged vows.Every word she uttered not only pulverized me to the core, but also condemned me into the darkest, loneliest days of my life. Sarah and I are bound to be together. Supposed to be, I am the one who gives her all the happiness and the loving she deserves, but it seems destiny really weighed me down and pulled me out of the picture.But even as she had rejected me, here I am still, watching her from afar.As she tears my heart open with her matrimonial vows for another man, no, I didn't feel any hatred towards her. I still love her with all of my rotten heart. I still didn't regret loosing my status as an archangel and becoming a Fallen One.Why should I regret it when I had chosen this life f
Winner Mansion, LuxembourgPOV: Andrea (Present)Today, at exactly four in the afternoon, would be the arrival of Lorde in the Winner Mansion, so all of the staff skittered all around the house to clean whatever was needed to be cleaned.Somehow, Auntie Marcella decided to rearrange the furniture. She had Eriol and the other male staff do all the heavy lifting while I watched how her eccentric side emerged through her orientation tastes.Eriol and me are officially uhmm...lovers? F*ck-buddies? Maybe friends-with-benefits? Or more likely, having a mistress-to-servant relationship?I don't really know.What I am sure of was that Eriol had been using the word 'making love' in our nightly escapades and daylight trysts. That does give me a clue that there was something more than awesome, unearthly f*cking between us. Anyway, he has been very tight on me
POV: AndreaBeing four years older than me, I sometimes feel Lorde as my big brother. I remember back when the Final Fantasy Crisis Core installation was released, his friends and I teased him that the creator modeled his face to create one of the antagonists in the story.Why you ask?Because he looks exactly like Genesis Rhapsodos. Of course, it was just a joke then, especially that Lorde's hair at that time was a dark brown.But at present, looking at him with his signature unkempt hair having red highlights, I agreed to myself that he really looked like the handsome Genesis. Red highlights must be the fashion fever of the elite people in Mexico right now huh?He still has a lean, muscular body. The ones you can compare to a Calvin Klein male model, but with Eriol as the more seasoned of the two.He is a freaking sex God in the first place, so yeah... it
Winner MansionMinutes Before Lorde's ArrivalPOV:EriolJust as I thought.The moment I entered the kitchen to get the glasses of cold water Andrea had requested, I felt something badly wrong with the air. I immediately felt a strong presence of something sickeningly holy; sickeningly familiar even though it has been centuries since I last saw the bastard archangel.Raphael.Yes. My ex best-friend, now my archenemy.Huh. My human rival brought in reinforcements I see. What a laugh. Exactly just like before.The peninsula table was the only thing that demarcated the line between us. This was the only object that kept both of us from leaping on each other and do good with our ever-so-pending battle.Raphael stood near the kitchen fridge. His impressive bright wings stre
POV:AndreaGoodness!What made me immediately glance up was because of a funny feeling in between my thighs. In my letter 'V' particularly.It was the same feeling I felt before, back when Eriol and I argued about my red dress in my bedroom. Back when he ran his fingers sensually on his lips and licked the middle finger with his tongue.Now I know what this sensation was all about. Now, I am able to comprehend his threat on me because of my dress. I didn't even notice back then that it was just the tip of the iceberg. That it was just a little taste of what he truly had planned.Great. Just freaking great!Now I know he used his powers on me through this. I mean, how would I be able to feel the sensation when there was no direct contact? He just simply licked his finger and then wallah! I am instantly in a wet mess! No doubt he is using his perverted
POV: AndreaPast ten in the morning.That's the time Eriol teleported me back in my bedroom the next day.After our long lovemaking yesterday afternoon, he treated me a candlelight dinner in Le Meurice located at Hotel Meurice in the heart of Paris, France. An absolute French fancy restaurant, it boasted a glamorous dining room that had superb crystal chandeliers, mosaic flooring, and heavy damask curtains.Yeah... You can basically call it a date and a luxurious one at that! Eriol wasn't in his normal butler outfit; instead preferring to wear a chic white leather coat, black shirt, black pants, and of course, shiny black Italian shoes.I, on the other hand, was on my body-hugging red dress. You can say that he was very happy being that he was the only one who can bask my appearance. And not Lorde.He provided me a white cashmere coat to fight off the Paris cold and threw his strong
POV: EriolThe second I left Andrea in her bedroom, Raphael didn't waste time rattling me with his unending questions.I purposely teleported to where my doppelganger was, in Madame Winner's gazebo garden, to take its place. Apparently, the doppelganger was preparing a lunch gathering for her best of friends. It was Friday of course, the Baccarat day, and it was her time to host the event. Pretty much a fitting time though since her step-son was in the house.I was inside the gazebo, putting up plates and utensils in their correct position in the round table when the damn archangel showed up.Mind me, he didn't even greet a f*cking good morning and just went to demand an explanation and demand to answer his harebrained questions. All I did was ignore him and focused on my butler duties.Where did you take Andrea? Why did you touch her? Why didn't you return her last night? Why bring her only this mo
POV: AndreaNow, for the record, the place where Lorde bit me was in the exact spot where Eriol gave me a hickey yesterday. Because of this, I realized that jealousy already bubbled inside him."Lorde!" I cried, pushing his chest away at the same time. It was partly an instinct for a woman to do so, and partly because I was surprised of course.He captured my hands and roughly immobilized it against the shelf. Figurines after figurines of animals made of crystal toppled over and broke into pieces on our feet.I felt his tongue swirled against the skin of my neck, coordinating with his teeth to make a sucking motion. It was just a localized area, but the damn sensation flooded all over my body like food coloring in plain water.I wouldn't call it delicious because it felt like pins penetrating my flesh, but it was enough to tickle me and my insides. I felt my flaming desire resurface back again, but