Two days had passed and Erika had finally woken up. But she wasn't who she used to be, and the devilish heart that stretched across her breasts attested to it. Even so, waking up to the sight of her friends looking at her, made her smile.
"Damn it, Erika…" Aria heaved, helping the priestess to sit up with a sigh.
"Are you feeling okay?" Asked Mel, her caring hand reaching for her shoulder.
Feeling a tinge of a headache, the priestess reached for her forehead. Shutting her eyes and wincing, she took deep breaths before slowly looking at her friends again.
"M-my head is killing me," reminded of her dream as she spoke those words, her eyelids stretched open. Staring at everyone with her mouth left agape, she rummaged through her thoughts wondering if she'd truly been visited by an angel in her dreams.
