Death feels peaceful, every body say. But is it? Death makes you go numb, feeling nothing. But what's with all the aching? Volca wondered. She couldn't tell between feeling dead and listening to the things happening around or if she is sick and unconscious. The ache in every inch of her body did not feel like death but rather suffering for the sins. But what sins if you are a demon already. Existing itself is a sin.
The rumbling didn't seem to stop next to her and she grew curious to know what it is. The footsteps were heard often in the room. And even sometimes, someone sitting next to her. Reading to her. "What is this person doing?" she would think and then listen to everything he says, half mindedly. From the lower pitched male voice which was pretty good to listen to anyway, she could tell it is a man. She, since was bored and tried in between her failed attempts to wake up, she would just use the opportunity to rest and try to fall asleep.
