Asuriel fell sick while asleep; the raging fever from the night before overtook her again. A thin layer of sweat covered her entire body as she tossed restlessly, unable to force herself awake. She felt like there were sandbags placed on her chest, suffering a painful, crushing feeling on her ribcage.
"Asuriel, wake up," a voice reached through her unconscious mind, attempting to rouse her.
She tried her hardest to answer the call but to no avail. Asuriel felt her frustration manifest in tears that welled in her eyes and dripped down her face.
"Dove," the voice called again, followed by a few indiscernible words whispered into her ear.
A cool sensation emanated from her forehead, and her body's temperature gradually lowered. Asuriel couldn't tell how long it was, but she finally could open her eyes after a while. The devil's bedroom was dimly lit, making it hard for her eyes to adjust initially. When she finally focused her gaze, her violet orbs rested on Vaerion.
