It was chilly this morning, just like every morning, but it seemed colder on this day. My eyes flickered open to gaze upon the open window. A cool breeze wafted in, forcing me to tug up my comforter. I dragged myself up and sauntered over to my wardrobe and opened the old, creaking thing. It was hard to get new stuff in this place human called heaven, but to me it was home, the home of the angels. I pulled the light blue dress that fell nicely over my body over my head. Sliding my fingers through my blonde curls I put on my long coat and left my room. But not before I slammed the window closed.

I wandered down the streets to where my father would be, Breakfast Eatery. The door jingled behind me as I walked in. I had something very important to speak with him about.

"Father." He sat at the corner table with two other angels, Angel Michael and Angel Uriel talking quietly with them. All three of them glanced up as I spoke. "I need to speak with you, it's about the shadowhunters." He dipped his head and led me toward a different table, I flopped down and he sat across from me.

"What is it Scarlett?" He questioned.

I fumbled with the menu as I spoke, "They are in great danger, and one of their own is making demon blooded shadowhunters. There's going to be a war. You must let me help them." His head shook wildly.

"It is none of your business helping them; they can take care of themselves."

"But it is, you created them, you're Angel Raziel!" My voice rose to a screech, others in the restaurant stared at me with great interest. I was now standing, glaring down at my father.

"Sit Scarlett. I gave them the sword a few weeks ago; they do not need anything else from us." His voice was hushed.

"Please, oh please father. I will destroy the boy who is plotting this then come right back here. Just let me do this one thing! I have never asked much from you in the two thousand and twenty five years I've been alive, please!" I could tell by his eyes that he was giving in. He let out a sigh then nodded his head.

"One month, that is all you have to get rid of him. I will have to mark you though, to protect you from the dangers of the world. You aren't as strong as some of the others, you will need it." I exploded. My body jolted upward into a leap of happiness. "Meet me at the house in an hour. Be ready." I spun on my heel and bolted out the door. My feet pounded on the ground, I let my wings burst from my back and guide me up into the sky. Excitement filled me; I was going to the human world!

Racing home I quickly changed clothes into something easier to move in and got a bite to eat. I was just finishing when my dad arrived.

"Sit." From his pocket he drew a blade. A sacred blade, only for marking angels. I sat down and tossed my hair away from my neck, revealing my collar bones. He placed the knife in-between them and carefully drew a cross. I yelped in pain as the knife slit open my skin, blood spilling from the cut. "Are you ready?" I struggled to ignore the burning on my neck and nodded my head. His hands raised and sent out a bright light, blinding me. It felt like I was falling, swirling deeper and deeper into nothing. I couldn't scream or speak, just fall. My breath was gone and I fought to regain it, but I couldn't. The ground rose up quickly and I slammed against it. The skin on my hands and knees split and a snap in my legs sent me rolling to my side. I was here, in the human world, hurt but healing quickly. But all I cared about was the fact that I was here.