(Author's POV)
"THESE ARE THE MEMORIES RETRIEVED FROM HER CORE. SEE FOR YOURSELF WHAT KIND OF A BITCHY WOMAN YOU HAVE BEEN PINNING AFTER," Ramiel spat the words, barely able to contain his anger.
The massive display lit up as every eye in the pandemonium looked at it, some with curiosity, others with anticipation. As it was Elisa's memory, her face wasn't visible; it was from her point of view. But the sultry and elegant way of speaking, the way the person paused deliberately after every sentence, was exactly like how she used to speak.
Aamon's face was glued to the screen now; his eyes lit up, filled with dreadful longing as familiar scenes appeared one after another.
Then a particular view popped up. In this memory, he was standing in front of her. He recollected: it was from when she had visited hell briefly to ask him to borrow his powers temporarily a few weeks ago.
