"Wonder how God feels about my misery," he muttered. "He must feel great knowing I'm paying for choosing the devil over him." He ran his fingers through his hair angrily. "There's no difference between the devil and You, God," he confined himself from screaming. "Always punishing us because we don't do what you want," he crushed down feeling useless. He just wished he could turn into ashes and die but who'd look after his wife? He vowed to stay with her.
But he was a demon, a man with so much power. He stared at his wife, deep in thoughts. Her smile was different, she couldn't even be compared to Lisa.
Lisa wasn't innocent. No, she was a virgin but didn't have a pure heart like Mona. The girl was a girl of you hate me, I hate you. You love me, I love you but Mona didn't care, she just love anyone and would do anything for that person.
