POV: Andrea"What-what are you saying Eriol?" My heartbeat evenly increased. If I think hardly about it, I believe he just told me that I went through reincarnation? As in, seriously? Does that even exist?I being a volunteer catechist once never had an idea about that. I thought once the soul leaves the body, it goes to Heaven or Hell. I never knew that it would return back to earth.This truth certainly intrigued me but what caught my attention more was what he said after that. We had a life together in the past? Now, that sounds silly right?"Andrea, you are so beautiful, " he said, abruptly changing the topic.He cupped my chin with his right hand and smoothly grazed his fingers on my lips.I had to wrap my arms around his neck this time because I felt his remaining hand on my waist inadequate to support my weight. I could seriously fall right now if it wasn't for my tight cling

POV: EriolI can compare myself as a drug addict right now taking hero*in or mari*juana or whatever human illegal drug in large quantities.I am on a high. Definitely on a high.You might be wondering what a demon feels like when it - when we - have an orgasm. Well, I have only word to describe everything, and that would be:PSYCHEDELIC.Yes. That's exactly the right word.I in particular was blessed to have layers of orgasms in one go. Humans last only seconds. But with me, this wonderful dizzying feeling can last for minutes, depending on the foreplay. And yes, I did make our foreplay the delicious sweet cream on the chocolate cake, hence our long orgasm.I didn't miss out reading Andrea's thoughts asking herself if she can get more than two orgasms this night. I couldn't hide a smirk after hearing it. Although, she was a virginal woman and denies her attract

POV: AndreaOur second day outreach program consisted of the same routine. It was around ten when we arrived in the village of the Gallic Tribe. This tribe, I could say, was a tad bit less civilized than the Treveri Tribe. They still have colorful beaded headdresses and outrageous costumes worn by most adult men and women but the designs were more sophisticated in the other tribe. Their skin complexion was far darker than the former too. Their children wore improvised cloths made of cow and snake skin and they have weird tattoo designs in the shoulders, neck and back.We started the program first with me, of course, as the emcee. Almost all of the tribesmen and children were gathered inside a large open-space tent we had set-up.Luckily, the group who danced and played the bongo last night around the bonfire accepted my proposition when I told them about it inside the bus. They were the ones who opened the program while my group yes

POV: AndreaAfter I was discharged, Aunt Marcella stuck with me from the hospital to the house and until my bedroom.She did the best she could being my guardian mainly because she was concerned of my current state. We had already decided to zip our mouths and not report what had happened to my mother. Both of us felt that scared of her possible rants if she ever did discover it.Auntie tried her hardest to make sure I am properly cared for. You can call it guilt on her part probably since she was the one who mentioned the outreach program to me, but I believe that it was just what it should be. I call it destiny for that to happen to us. It was just lucky enough that Eriol was there to save me and the rest of the volunteers.And oh, speaking of Eriol by the way, yes, I am exactly what you would call a dead meat woman.Why?Because he had been looking at me without end with those da

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