[ 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 looked at the manila dossier in my hands. It was creased and weathered, and looked like it had seen many other hands upon it before it had come to rest in mine. Stamped across the front of it was **EIB Top Secret**. It was thick, filled with dog-eared pages of written notes and a natural weight that spoke to the interest of the person detailed within to the department. I turned it carefully over in my hands, not quite sure what to make of it. I sat forward in my chair and checked the name on the label at the file's edge. *Torrance B. Williams*. It did n't sound like the kind of name that would have this size of a file. 
 
 Across the desk from me, sat the Director. He was leaning back in his chair, a cigar between his fingers and a particularly intense stare directed towards me. I could feel it, even though I was purposefully staring at the manila folder. After a moment, I raised my eyes to meet his stare. A flicker of a smile passed his lips and was gone in an instant as he raised his cigar and drew deeply from it, exhaling a cloud of sweet, blue-grey smoke into the cramped office. 
 
 `` Welcome to the Bureau, Special Agent Meph. Your first assignment is in that folder.'' Was all Director Crowley said to me, gesturing towards the folder I was holding with his cigar. 
 
 `` Sir?'' I replied, feeling slightly puzzled. There was *no way in hell* that this was meant to be my first assignment. Crowley nodded, raising the cigar to his lips again and stretching his other arm out before resting it behind his head. 
 
 `` You're not feeling up to the task?'' He asked. 
 
 `` Sir, that's not the case. This is simply... Unexpected.'' I replied carefully. *Way, way more than anyone could have expected* - the thought accompanied me silently. 
 
 Crowley sat upright in his chair before leaning forward and fixing me with that stare again. I wanted to look away from its intensity. I could feel it looking further into me than any thing had the right to. 
 
 `` Do you want to know why you've been given this assignment?'' Crowley asked after a moment, taking the cigar from his lips and further filling the room with smoke as the words struck me like punches. 
 
 I could only nod. *hold the stare, hold the stare, hold the stare* my mind shrieked at me. 
 
 `` The human whose dossier you're holding in your hands is somehow responsible for the complete disappearance of no less than five Ethereal citizens. I've managed to pull a few strings at the Guidance Bureau and you've been assigned as his sixth. I need you to find out *how* a mortal is causing the disappearance, and *put a stop to it. *'' The last words Crowley spoke had an unmistakable weight to them. 
 
 I shuddered slightly and broke eye contact. Crowley sat back in his chair again, his face now unreadable. 
 
 `` What's the split, Sir?'' I asked. Crowley nodded. 
 
 `` Two Celestial, three Infernal. You'll find all this and more in the brief. Read up on it before you leave here. The file stays here. When you leave, head over to the Guidance Bureau and ask to see Azreal. He's expecting you.'' 
 
 `` Yes Sir.'' I replied before standing and clutching the dossier tightly in my hands. 
 
 `` Meph,'' Crowley said as I turned to leave his office. `` I heard good things about you during your training. Someone Downstairs requested you get this one. It's possible that there's an *artifact* in play here. Bear that in mind during your investigation.'' 
 
 `` Of course Sir. I wo n't let you down.'' I replied, hand frozen as it was stretched out towards the door handle. 
 
 `` Very Good. Dismissed, then.'' Crowley said, turning his attention to the next file on his desk. 
 
 I made my way back through the dimly lit corridors, past office windows with their blinds dropped. Agents, both Infernal and Celestial walked silently through the halls, some with dossiers, others with empty coffee cups. I arrived back at my desk and sat down in my chair. The manila folder slapped heavily down on the desk in front of me. 
 
 I was n't sure whether to feel excited or terrified. Undercover investigations and an implication of wetwork on day one at the Ethereal Investigations Bureau, straight from the Director himself. 
 
 I cracked open the case file and started looking through the life and times of one *Torrance B. Williams*. It was going to be a long, long day.
