[ 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, Imrael, last of the Elohim, recite this story at the closing of days. In gladness I speak this tale, for this end was not what was foretold in the prophesies; a judgement and a division, as sought by man; but a design as only the Creator could conceive; a vision held only in His unknowable heart until the last of days, when He chose to share His greatest gift. For it was always His design to thwart the folly of man with mans own strength. 
 
 In a time when greed made cities of itself, and terror was both a sword and a wound to to the children of Adam, there arose out of the darkness a beast so hateful in its thoughts, and so terrible in its power that Lucifer himself would claim no kinship, and begged his Father for aid. He knew that this darkness eclipsed his own, and that it would destroy all the world, which he would rather, in his heart, corrupt. 
 
 I stood by in the halls of the prophets, as the Lord sent forth his answer. I was young then, and knew not his design. Only the Christ, and the Prophet, and Abraham knew anything at all, and they did not comprehend. I remember that Abraham did not speak, only nodded his head and smiled. He stood at that time draped in splendor, unlike the others. The Christ they say, upon ascension and the receipt of the knowledge of the future, had wept, restored his crown of thorns, and would wear it evermore. The Prophet, when he joined the hosts of heaven, slung a heavy stone about his own neck, and disdained any adornment, but a simple loincloth. 
 
 `` What, my brother, is this the Lord has done? ``, asked the Christ. ( I remember his blood upon his lips. ) `` I see but a girl. Can He intend another sacrifice?'' 
 
 The prophet shook his weary head. His eyes were always sad. `` I think perhaps it is but one last chance for his children to see that they have broken his law, and to atone before the end.'' 
 
 The girl, and God's answer, was Pela, though none of the angels knew her name, or even that she had been born. Pela's mother had tried to kill herself, and was kept alive only long enough for her to be born. Her father abandoned her at a house of prostitution, where she was first raised in a maelstrom of vice and sin. But Pela would never be touched by vice. The first woman who cared for the infant was one day forced to choose between food for Pela, or the drug that had enslaved her. She chose the pain of withdrawals, and her heart gave out, but Pela was fed. 
 The woman stands now beside the Lord. Another of the women took her, but could not afford to care for her. She told the brothel owner, and he, for the first time in his life, gave in to kindness. He bade her to keep her money and care for the child until it was grown. And there she was looked after for a time, as her caretaker seemed to grow ever in kindness and wisdom. She would stare into the infant's eyes while feeding her, and the next day find another of the brothel women in some need. Through great efforts and sacrifice, the woman would tend to the needs of others whenever she could. From Pela came gentleness, and mercy, and through the woman, others would understand as well. 
 But the beast was not far away. It knew that a weapon had been sent to destroy it, for its knowledge was as infinite as all the hatred held in mortal hearts. It sought her from the moment of her birth, and though it wished to visit its malice upon every soul, it was consumed with its need to defile, desecrate, and destroy this child. 
 It spurred wars, instigated all manner of rape and cruelty. All in an effort to flush her from her hiding place. She was but 5 years old when it found her in a city ruled by violence, and sustained by corruption. That night it crept from room to room. It murdered the women of the brothel as it went. Their screams were the screams of lambs, innocent at last. The final victim was her protector, and the child witnessed her last, horrified breath. The beast exulted. It filled all the space around her, and whispered its most cruel taunts, as its form blotted out the light of heaven, and even the prophets could not see her beneath its shadow. 
 What happened then, we could not know until now, but the beast screamed in fury as it fell to the ground, diminished, but not destroyed. Pela forgave the beast for what it had done, and set it free. 
 The beast, the angels, the Prophets - none could understand; for surely this was no creature to benefit from mercy. It was beyond rage then, powerless to harm her, but unable to think of anything else. It flew from her and hid in shadowy places where men trade in misery, and live on the sufferings of others. 
 
 Pela grew in an orphanage. And as she grew, she encountered many things. 
 
 When another child was bullied, she spent her time making friends with both victim and tormentors until both were reconciled. 
 
 When a child was returned to the orphanage, by parents who had abused her, Pela and her friends gave her a family. 
 
 There was an abuser of children who worked at the orphanage who found, when he looked upon Pela, that he could no longer support such selfishness in his heart, and for the rest of his life he toiled elsewhere and sent all his earnings to the orphanage where Pela lived. 
 
 Yet one day, the Beast returned. This time it had not spent its strength upon other deeds, and reserved all of its power for her destruction. The other children merely screamed in horror as it passed, for all its malevolence was forged into one purpose, and it no longer cared for the fate of others. It fell upon her in a frenzy of cold hatred. But once more, it was cast to the ground. Once more it screamed and railed. And Pela smiled sadly. The beast flew off in a flurry of black curses. 
 
 The beast would come again several more times. Each time more powerful, and more furious than the last. Until, at last, on the day that I reached the age of passage, when I was to join the ranks of angels for the first time, the Archangel Gabriel said to me, with utter remorse in his voice, `` You are to protect the old woman, Pela, until the end of her days. Five others have been given this task. All have vanished from creation.'' 
 I could not understand how the hosts of the Lord could be cast from creation by any but their own kin, or the Lord himself, but I did as I was bid. I walked beside Pela in her waning days. When she saw need, she gave before ever she was asked. She gave as the tree in the garden, and asked nothing. When she saw pain, she soothed it, and none could ever doubt her sincerity. She claimed no creed, and wore only those things which she made for herself, for she also cherished her own life. 
 I cherished her as well. I would sweep the stones from her path, guide her through illnesses, and protect her from all possible dangers. It seemed like there were too many, but I knew she was worth all my effort. 
 
 And then the Beast returned. This time it was made not from shadows, but the blackened ash of unending war. It's form blotted the sun, and it was worshiped by an army of followers, who sowed pain and devastation in its path, that it might feast upon the harvest of misery before facing its foe. This time, all the world screamed in terror at its approach. It was watched by all, as it came to her. And as I saw it before me, I knew that no mortal, no matter how gifted, could withstand such a thing. Faith withered in its presence. Hope was drowned like a spark in the depths of a cold and lifeless ocean. Its eyes could not see me, but I could see in them more malevolence than all the hosts of hell. I could not let it destroy her. Yet my own powers would not themselves be enough. As it drove upon her, I suddenly understood. I threw all of my essence into it. All of the power of creation that is vested in God's eternal servant, an immortal angel, was burst upon the Beast. I knew, then that others had come before me. They had seen her, and loved her, and for only a moment they forgot their purpose, and forsook the halls of the blessed, and spent themselves completely in her defense. I was to do the same. 
 Only I was not enough. The Beast was yet strong enough to reach her. It laughed, and taunted. It surrounded her and coiled about her. But at that moment it seemed to suddenly lose its strength. It cast about in confusion as it shrank down. 
 For at that moment, all the world was watching. The name of Pela was being passed from one to another and the world was talking. They shared their memories. They wept for her, and when her end was nearest, none could feel anything but grief. For but a moment, all hate, and all malice in the world was forgotten. It was then that the trumpets sounded. The seals were broken, and the horsemen came forth. They came forth at last only to water at the stream, and behold the world as one.
