[ WP ] Demons and Angels when reaching puberty , are assigned a human to torment/protect till their death . This is your first human , however you are hearing rumors from the veterans that this human is on his sixth demon/angel and no one knows what happened to the last five .

I glided delicately downward through the celestial realm, transcending the dimensions of Heaven and Earth. I was assigned to a special and unique human, and although this was to be my very first, I was burdened with great responsibility. I knew only that others had come before me and none had returned. 
 
 My mind was a maelstrom of questions, none of which had an answer. I could only steel myself for my task ahead and to see what would be. 
 
 As though being pulled by an invisible thread, I was drawn toward a particular unassuming home in the outer suburbs of a large city. As I drew near, it became clear that the home was in in a state of neglect. The property was littered with discarded household items strewn carelessly about the small yard. The grass was overgrown, and the fencing had rotted and collapsed in several places. There was a general feel of dirtiness to this place. I was curious as to the manner of the residents within. 
 
 My incorporeal body was guided down through the ceiling into a child ’ s upstairs bedroom. The bedroom was, to my mind, quite filthy. If my body had substance and sense, I am certain I would have breathed in foul aromas. Scraps of food and trash piled around the edges of the floor where it met the walls, mixed with broken and bent toy pieces. Rubbish and items of children ’ s clothing were strewn across the floor. Soiled nappies were heaped in one corner. The carpet was splattered with stains and the wallpaper had all but peeled away from the walls. 
 Against one wall stood a child ’ s crib and I could see movement inside. I floated toward it and gazed in over the top. And stifled a gasp of horror! What was this deformed creature I saw before me? The side of its face was scarred and twisted and one eye was white, pupil-less and unseeing. Where its right hand should be, was just a gnarled, twisted stump. Was this a demon I saw before me? Did this monster devour my predecessors? I recoiled sharply and drew back across the room, breathing rapidly, my mind racing. 
 
 The demon writhed and gurgled, only it was not the evil throaty growl I would have expected, but the playful sound of a happy child. Curious but wary, I floated back over to the crib. The thing had turned onto its back and I could see it was naught but a child, a little boy with hideous deformities and scarring yes, but one side of his face was smooth and pink and flushed with life. He had one good blue eye, as deep and clear as a tropical lake. Wisps of light blond hair still clung in parts to his mangy scalp. 
 
 And then he smiled at me. What! How could this be? I am invisible to these mortals! What manner of perception did this child possess? 
 
 He beamed up at me. He chirped happy little sounds. On the good side of his face, his skin was perfect and soft like velvet, his innocence was pure and almost tangible. Love radiated from him like an all-encompassing wave. He was beautiful. The most perfect thing I had ever seen. And looking down into his sweet face, I knew I had the honour of being part of something larger than myself. The love and warmth of this innocent, beautiful child enveloped me like a comforting blanket. In that moment I knew I was ready to live for him and to die for him. 
 I wondered by what circumstance he had come by these horrific deformities. Were these injuries? Were his scars in fact burns? What about his little missing hand? 
 I heard a commotion outside and suddenly the door crashed open and a young woman flew into the room. I drew back quickly to the far wall opposite the crib. I watched the young woman scoop up the child in her arms and weep. Her tears fell on his beautiful, innocent face. Through her tears she cried softly to him: 
 
 “ Mommy ’ s here now darling. Everything ’ s going to be ok. Mommy ’ s here for you. Daddy ’ s not going to hurt you anymore. Mommy ’ s going to make everything all better. Don ’ t you worry now, my darling, don ’ t you cry. Mommy ’ s here for you. ” 
 
 Good God, I thought. 
 
 Just then I heard a howl of rage from below and something large thundered up the stairs. The biggest, meanest looking human I had ever seen crashed through the doorway. He stood at the threshold, fuming, his huge muscles bunched and taught. His face was a deep angry red. He had a three-quarter empty bottle of something in one hand and spittle flew from his mouth as he spoke. 
 
 “ Out of the way BITCH! ” He bellowed. “ It ’ s all his fault, the little SHIT! ” He screamed and pointed directly at the baby. “ I ’ m gon na make him PAY. I ’ m gon na do it RIGHT this time! I ’ m gon na KILL the little BASTARD! ” 
 
 “ NOOOO!! ” I screamed silently at him, although I knew he could not hear me. I leaped forward, between him and the child. He stepped right through me and smashed his bottle against the edge of the crib. He held up the broken glass in his hand like a club, preparing to strike. The woman was screaming, the child was crying. Everything was moving too fast and it was all wrong. This was madness and I had to stop it. 
 
 I backed up. I gritted my teeth and willed myself solid with every fibre of my being. I was vaguely aware of the woman backing up toward the side window, child in her arms. I leaped again in front of this monster, trying desperately to hold him back. I latched on to his free arm. It worked! I pulled with all the strength of my delicate, small frame. 
 
 “ WHA --? ” he started in surprise at my sudden materialization “ Another one!!?? Where the hell do you assholes COME FROM!!?? ” 
 
 And with that, he swung the broken glass down hard, slicing me from neck to navel. I released my grip and fell to the ground. He stabbed me once, twice, three times in my torso, neck and face. I heard the side window open behind me and the scuffle of limbs against timber. 
 
 And as I lay on the floor with my life ’ s blood seeping from me, I became acutely aware of three things: 
 
 1. My own mortality. 
 2. The fate of my brothers before me. 
 3. The sound of two bodies slamming to their death on the ground outside. 

