PROLOGUE

THE BEGINNING

HEAVEN 2010

I heard the whispering of my brothers and sister, it sounded like they were arguing about something. And naturally, I was curious. Watching my knees as I rose from the small tea table where my niece and I were playing tea parties. I knelt down to her height.

"Hey, Vic, I need to go to work. I shouldn't be too long, okay?" The forever-seven-year-old looked up at me and smiled.

"It's okay, Aunty, you go where you're needed. I'll be here when you get back." I smiled and like a light, went out, appearing again in the Garden.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" I smirked when the four of them looked at me with displeasure. "If you didn't want anyone here, maybe you should've have been so loud."

"Go back to your nieces, Isobel. We're fine here,"

"Technically, I only live with one, the seven-year-old, you know, Uriah, the little girl Victoria, you remember her don't you?" I say, almost challenging, accusingly.

"Go back, Isobel, this is a private meeting on a confidential topic."

"Some confidentially. I heard you arguing."

They all stared, dumbfounded. I don't understand why they are so shocked that I heard them, I did, I usually always do, I may not know what they were talking about, but I knew it was bad.

"So… what were you talking about?"

"You're the one who heard us, you tell us."

"I said I heard you arguing, I didn't say I heard what you were talking about."

"The Veil is on Earth."

"About time, I thought it was going to be in Purgatory for forever."

"Perfect timing, huh? Just when Lucifer walks the Earth and the vessels are not complying with Michael."

"Maybe because he didn't ask nicely, ever thought of that?"

"He's a Hunter, he is refusing to comply."

"That sucks, not my problem."

"He's your brother," Uriah growled.

"He's not my vessel." Uriah paused a moment, like a light bulb went off in his head.

"That's the best idea I've heard all day, I knew it was a good thing to include you," suddenly the angel brightened up like it was Christmas Day.

I was confused, as anyone would be in my position. "W-what?"

"Your vessel. Do you know who your vessel is? Where they live?"

"N-no. I have no idea, why?"

"No. Uriah that is a horrible idea. Michael will not allow it. Neither will Raphael. You have no say here about this matter." One of my brothers, Muriel said, rather harshly, really.

"Fine, I'll get permission. In the meantime, Isobel ready your sister for battle," Uriah pointed to our sister Ariel.

"What? I thought you meant for me too—" I hate to admit that I was in a whingey mood and sounded like a child. He disappeared. "Never mind…"

Uriah is high in command but not high enough to make his own orders without higher permission. But I cannot believe he'll always choose any of my siblings before me.

To him, I'm just another flightless Angel.

With wings.

That can fly.

I really don't understand old angels.

Just so you know, I'm the youngest angel, the littlest sister. The strongest and most powerful, so powerful that they keep me locked up in here. Well, the one good thing I've ever came out of this, is spending precious time with my niece.

She was seven years old when I saved her from her mother, my sister. My real sister, the sister I had when I was a human. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll hear a lot about her, if you haven't already and the explanation of how.

But it was my sacrifice for her daughter that God admired and made me his little angel. The last angel He ever made. The perks? Angel blades can't harm me, angel warding only weakens me, doesn't drain me, oh and the angels can't control me, but they are my supervisors so I'm persuaded to listen, but I don't have to if I don't want to. And I'm more powerful than even the archangels.

The air shimmies around two not-yet visible beings. Uriah brought company. And I didn't prepare my sister. Well, news flash, Uriah, I'm not her maid or your servant – only to God, and his son.

Uriah and Michael came into view, Uriah's eyes snapped toward me. "You didn't do as I asked." Not a question.

"You didn't ask nicely, and I must question your judgement, sir. How about send me instead of Ariel."

"You know why we cannot do that. You are never going to Earth," Michael stepped in, his whole archangel look at full blast. If only that worked on me…

"Why not? Do you even know who the Veil is this time around?"

Uriah, Ariel, Muriel and Michael all exchanged solemn looks of shock, surprise and of extreme annoyance. Uriah finally spoke up. "What do you mean? What? Do you know who?"

"Indeed I do. And you boys will let me protect my blood."

A/N: Soooooooo tell me whatcha think...!