Lothaire rushed back to his room. Why was he so angry? He never showed his emotions, especially not to those who hated him. He knew they would rejoice in his misery.
Heaven. The annoying little girl. She thought she knew everything, but she knew nothing about him. She thought she was better than him. All these humans thought they were better than him, but they weren't, and he was here to prove that.
The paintings on the wall were a reminder for him to never forget why he was here. It has been an eternity since he was thrown out of heaven. He shouldn't be angry now. He had already turned his anger into motivation, so he didn't understand why he suddenly became so upset.
Lothaire tried to calm down and focus. Was he doing all of this because of Irene? She was one of them. She was originally a human that practiced magic, making her a witch. He fell for the enemy. It was a joke on him, maybe even a punishment. The enemy turned out to be his true mate.
