Lauren's P.O.V.
"It is finished, Father," I said.
"Thank you," He said with a booming voice that caused the air to tremble.
"Is there anything else that you would like of me?"
He looked at me with concern in his eyes. "I want to know how you went about saving the man's life and why."
"I simply pushed the killer away. I did so because it would restore faith in you, Father. Saving that poor man would prove that you could help him in his darkest nights. That way he can go through life spreading his belief and his faith."
"I see... is there anything else?"
"No, Father. Everything you asked of me has been completed."
"If that is the case, then I believe you are in serious danger," He said unwaveringly.
I furrowed my eyebrows in a response of confusion. "But, God. I don't understand, what is the problem?"
"The fact that you are ignorant to your apathy is a matter that makes this situation dire."
"Apathy? What apathy?"
"You need to want to help these humans out of pure love for their well being. Not to accomplish your missions just to get it done and over with."
"How is it a problem if I get things done? I'm the best angel you have because I get things done," I yelled.
"So was Lucifer. And with a defiant and arrogant mouth like that, you could end up in Hell right by his side."
"Yes, Father," I said with my head bowed respectfully.
"You will be banished to Earth, never to return to Heaven. The only condition on which you are to return is if you correct your apathetic behaviors."
"Where am I to go? How do I do that? How long is this gonna take?" I asked impatiently.
"This will take as long as you choose to make it. For now, you will be aiding a girl by the name of Dinah Jane Hansen. She has come into contact with some serious issues," He said.
"Can you show me what she looks like, Father?"
He made a simple wave of the hand and the clouds around us started shifting into the image of a face. I saw mildly tanned skin. Her angular features cutting across her skin smoothly. Bright full lips placed under a ski-sloped nose. Her eyebrows delicately placed over her light brown eyes with long, full eyelashes. She had the beauty of an angel, but she was just another human. Quite confusing to be honest, but beauty is beauty.
"I will fly down immediately, Father."
"No, you won't. You will have your wings taken away for the time being. You must earn them for yourself."
"Yes, Father," I said as I let my tears fall in shame. Each feather fell out of its wing one by one, making the process more painful for me to emotionally separate myself from the only possession I had cared enough to never give up. Those wings helped me fly through all of my troubles, missions, and dangers. All I had left was my black dress. The air around made it flow as delicately as my the feathers that fell to my feet.
"Now go!"
His voice shook the clouds around me. The cloudy haze disappearing first around my feet. I felt the light cold of metal under my bare feet. As the cloudy mist dispersed even more, I saw a rusty metallic hallway with a door placed directly in front of me. Everything was old metal. I couldn't see an inch of anything that was clean. And the stench of built up sweat was potent.
Voices came from down the hallway and my instincts told me to try and get in the door. I needed ro hide. I always remained out of sight on a new job at first so I could assess the problem. I ran to the door to open it, but it was locked. Out of fustration, I slammed my palm on the door before figuring out it was a lock that kept the door shut. I turned the deadbolt out of its slit and threw open the door. I frantically ran in and tripped over my own feet before kicking the door closed. A bit drastic and clumsy, but the voices were awfully close for comfort.
I looked up around the room and saw three faces. I had recognized the third as Dinah immediately. She was even more stunning in person.
But that's not the point. I need to get to business. I stood up heaving. The anxiety of being thrown into new and serious environments always took hold of me.
"Dinah, I'm here for you," I said looking straight at her.
"What? What the heck is this?" she asked as she hyperventilated.
"It's okay, honey. Just sit down and get some rest," the dark skinned girl in the room said.
"No! I wanna know what all of this is," she yelled stubbornly.
Her hyperventilating became more severe and fast paced. Her legs started shaking just before she fell. Her eyes were closed shut before she even hit the grimy floor.
All this stress caused her to faint. That made me understand that she really was human. Even if she had the beauty of an angel, humans were not accustomed to high levels of stress. To me this was another day at work. I had seen far more traumatic events in war with the Devil's army than whatever this girl is dealing with now.
A/N:
Shout out to HarmonizerDime for pushing me to continue this story and for her Dinah fanfic called Wrong Number.
The image is of Camila
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Fanfiction..... Dinah has been thrown out of the house for not achieving her family's expectations. She is left with nothing, and nowhere to go. To make it worse, she's kidnapped and forced into human trafficking. Lauren has been thrown out of heave...
