Forgotten

Prologue

Ezekiel walked down the white hall with a scowl plastered on his face, he hated these jobs. He didn't want another human, they're gross and immoral creatures. He just wanted to guard the gates and live his immortal life doing that.

He walked into his boss' office and glared at Arael, the one in charge of giving angel's their designated humans. Arael smiled as he stood from the chair he was seated in and handed Ezekiel a folder. His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed how thin it was. He then sighed deeply and whipped the folder open looking at his new human's profile.

Name: Ireland Iris Scott Age: 17 Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Greenish Blue Occupation: Street Artist

"You gave me a seventeen year old girl? What made you do that? Are you trying to kill me?" Ezekiel asked with a look of disgust on his face, he hated teenage girls even more than the average human. Ever since his first one, he has despised them.

Arael chuckled and shook his head, "No, this girl needs looking after way more than your other humans did. Gabriel himself gave me the order to give this girl to you to protect."

Ezekiel sighed then frowned, he didn't really care if she needed more protecting. "Fine, but if she's so important why just one page? Usually there's a minimum of five pages." He asked confused. He flipped the one page and saw nothing on the back of the paper just a small photo.

"She's homeless Ezekiel, she lives on the streets and quite literally fights for survival. Her parents don't even remember her, they were asked about her and they denied even having a daughter. Though there was an eerie presence when I went to go ask questions, I felt something but I'm not sure what it was." Arael explained.

"Where is he located?" Ezekiel asked wiping his hand down his face,

"Detroit."

"Any address? By a building? Anything you can give to help find her?"

Arael chuckled and shook his head "She's homeless Ezekiel, she moves fast and doesn't stay in the same place for long. So I'd hurry up and find her before someone else does."

"What form this time? A wise old man? A fatherly figure?" He asked boredly,

"Actually, Gabriel asked if you would take your old human form."

Ezekiel practically choked and looked at Arael in disbelief, waiting for him to tell him that he was joking. But he didn't just stared at him with a straight face.

"Do you not want to? I mean I could always give you the odd homeless guy." Arael asked slightly amused by Ezekiel's reaction.

"No! I would love to have my original form, but why now? You know I've wanted this for years." He said still astonished,

Arael shrugged and sat back at his desk, "I give the assignments and don't ask questions. Now, I'd hurry. Like I said she doesn't stay in one place very long."

Ezekiel nodded and hurried out of the room, he flipped the folder open and turned the page to look at the photo.

A young girl with wild curly fiery red hair stared into the camera, her green eyes felt as if they were piercing through Ezekiel though they held a hint of sadness. Her pale face was littered with freckles and her full rosy lips turned up into a slight smile. Her figure hid with a giant coat and a baggy pair of sweats.

He flipped the folder close and walked towards the exit of the building, "This is going to be great." He muttered to himself.