Whispers on the Wind

Chapter One: Before The Fall

One Year Earlier
The curtains jerked back, causing the light to pour into the room and accost my eyes. I pulled the covers over my head and rolled over into the pillow. "It's too early. I thought only demons were capable of this kind of torture.

"Mornings are the Lord's gift to humanity! They come with the promise of a new day and opportunities to help humankind!" The cute girl who I had brought home last night said as she yanked the covers from my grasp. Her long, blonde hair sat perfectly over the top of her white shirt that ever so slightly showed the presence of her pink bra underneath. It was lace. God I loved lace. Her knee length skirt sat just a little bit higher than it should have, on account of her beautiful round ass.

I groaned. "Spare me the Bible lesson." With the things she had done last night, I doubt she truly loved the man upstairs in the way she claimed, but then again, they all didn't, not really, not in the way they were supposed to.

She smiled and crawled on top of me, pinning my wrists. "You sure didn't mind my godliness when I reprimanded you last night." Falling back on her knees, she booped my nose and giggled. Such an innocent and pure sound.

Perhaps I truly was a glutton for punishment and preaching. Something about the catholic college uniforms just turned me on. Maybe it was the thrill of knowing beneath all that purity there was a kinky sex beast longing to be released.

I pulled her in for a final kiss, biting her lip on the way back to taste her cherry lipgloss. "Don't forget to stop by the confessional if you don't want to go to hell for the things we did."

Tracy, Donna, or was it Danielle. . . Leaned forward and bit my ear. "What's there to confess when I regret nothing?"

My breath caught for a second as she stayed there, her body so close to mind I could feel the heat radiating. It had nothing to do with our contact, it was her confession that made the thrill of it all that much more exciting. Another pure one swayed into the path of worldly pleasures.

An alarm went off on her phone and she leapt to her feet. "I gotta run!" She scooped up her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder. "Call me, I'd love to see you again tonight!"

I sunk into the bed as she left, shutting the door behind her. My dark curls fell into my eyes. I wouldn't call her. The night I got her in bed, I had already deleted her number. My phone pinged.

Rolling lazily to the side, I retrieved it from the nightstand.

One message from dad.

"Ugh, what does he want?" I grumbled, clicking on the notification and entering in my code.

Amaya, when are you coming back from your vacation? There are some important things I don't want to discuss over the phone.

I raised a brow and tossed the phone. "Why text me if you don't want to discuss it over the phone? Some demons and being old school."

Forcing myself to get up, I grabbed my belongings and threw them in a bag. I never stayed in the same place for more than a night. That way no one could track me easily. I wasn't sure exactly what I feared beyond the boredom of doing the same girl twice. It eluded me how some got married and banged the same person the rest of their lives. Just the thought made a chill travel down my spine.

Love wasn't real. It was a human construct made up so that they could cling to the same person. It was a cover up for the fear of living a life alone. At least I had enough mercy not to lead a woman in thinking that I felt even the slightest bit interested in a permanent life with her. Some demons would thrive upon crushing the soul after leading them on until there was nothing left of the human beyond their attachment to the demon who sought to destroy them.

Disgusting.

I didn't hate humans that much. In fact, I rather enjoyed them.

Looking over the room one last time, the same drab curtains, messy bed, and plush carpet that every place seemed to have, I left it behind, along with the identity I adopted for a single night of pleasure.