Wings that Guard Me

Wings that Guard Me

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My name is Tony. Well actually it's Anthony but that's not important. Anyway all you need to know right now is that I met my guardian angel in person. And I love her to the ends of the Earth. But just as life here on Earth is unfair her life in heaven is not fair. For she was taken from me. My name is Seraph. No last name, angels don't have last names. And I am the youngest guardian angel in centuries, since before I was born. But I'm an independent thinker which isn't exactly common for angels. Well actually it's forbidden. But I don't mind, I love it and I love my job. But the thing about guardian angels is when our charge dies we move on to another one, but when we get "killed" protecting them we are banished to heaven. So we are punished for being the best at our job and rewarded for failing. Hi my name is Raphael. I'm a darkling. A fallen. I'm sent to Earth to cause nothing but trouble. I'm the best at my job. And have more experience than most my age. Some even call me a demon.
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"I beg you to listen" Murmuring softly as I froze in his touch. Exhaling slowly. Doing my best not run out of his hold. "What are you saying?" "I'm the Angel of Death" Scoffing and pulling from his touch. "And you were assigned to me?" "Yes" "You're an angel sent to what? Kill me?" Shoving his chest away with all my strength as I rose to my feet, fighting the ache. This was too much, I couldn't breathe. He's supposedly an angel?! An Angel of Death at that?! Lifting his hands in defense. Pain etching his perfect features. "No. No! I'm the one protecting you from-" Angela lived her day to day life with her blissful routine. School, work, home, repeat. But the tables flip when she is met by a brooding stranger that seems to follow everywhere she goes, hiding deep in the shadows but is always there. Who is he? Why was he always there when death is at Angela's doorstep. Why was he always there with every turn of her head?

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