...The noises of the planet Earth were something out of a dream-synthlike and lulling, the angel reckoned. The 'sounds', of course, were electromagnetic waves; it was a treasure no Lilim could ever cherish without the aid of technology.

Though while she preferred the music of the world, her mission was something darker: she was sent here to gather information. Understand the Lilin, as much as one could understand a bunch of primitives.

Then came her screams. They tore through the angel's mind like a light through the darkness-it was agony in sound that she could almost feel.

Who is this?

Her answer came in a barrage of imagery which accompanied the shrieking of the Lilim titled...Asuka Langley Soryu.

Don't kill me!

Kill you?
Get out of my mind! You're tearing my mind apart!

Am I inflicting harm upon you in my pursuit of knowledge?

…

Who are you?

The fifteenth angel did not fully understand. She was subjected to the entire life of a complex individual in the span of about twenty seconds; she didn't understand the Lilim's plight. What was this suicide, this murder, this abandonment that laid waste to a Lilim's will?

She'd have continued her questioning had it not been for the counterattack of the Lilin, which was executed with so little hesitation that even she did not see it coming. They used a Lance of Longinus, and it was in her final moments that she understood the sharp, unpleasant sensation of the Lilim she reached out to.

It was pain.

It was at the crack of dawn that an individual was roused violently from her sleep. She'd have been thankful, as the newcomer had shaken her from a rather disturbing dream, had he not deemed it necessary to kick her in the side.

"Hey."

Her initial response was to roll to the side facing away from her tormentor, yet he didn't seem about ready to cease his pestering.

"Hey, idiot, wake up."

So, she gave in. Granted, it took the female about two minutes of complaining, swearing, and threats of a crippling blow to the head for her to actually get to her feet. She yawned loudly, she stretched, she even went as far as to rub her eyes and scratch her butt.

She followed up with a highly unenthusiastic, "What."

Now, as far as looks went, hers weren't too spectacular-especially when next to the guy who woke her. She was a whole foot shorter than him, at the least. Her physique was what most would consider to be bone-thin, and her hair-which barely passed shoulder length-was as black as her eyes.

In short, the disgruntled woman with an age appearance of about nineteen seemed like the average hooligan. Her acquaintance seemed no older, but he definitely came off as more socially adjusted. The young man had a lean body, and his hair was as dark as his buddy's, yet his possessed a shine as if gel had been applied.

She noted that he also seemed like an asshole.

"Arael," he rolled his eyes, "really?"

The name clicked, but her head throbbed with the fury of a volcanic explosion. She moved her hands around as she tried to piece everything together as quickly as she could-something had to be missing, right? After all, this body was...

"What am I?" Arael sputtered out, mildly confused. She recognized the absurdity of this overwhelming feeling, yet being faced with something beyond her control-which was virtually never in her short angelic lifetime-made her feel...negative. Her prior feeling of irritation at the audacity of this male was far preferable to this powerlessness.

The male found it in himself to suppress the urge to roll his eyes this time around. He settled on something of a sigh and popped his knuckles, like he had not a care in the world. "You were killed, but instead of permanently being erased from existence, you got stuck as a Lilim. By the way, I'm Ramiel."

She blinked. As shoddy an explanation as it was, it certainly was crafty, which was quite unlike the Ramiel she remembered. The two remained in silence until an important question was raised;
"What do we do now?"