Disclaimer: No, not mine. Except for Shinimegami, her followers, servants and Gabriel. Everything else belongs to Joss…

Authoress' Note: Hi. This is my first Angel fic. Ever. I don't even like Buffy, but I'll watch Angel occasionally. This idea has been cooking in my head for a month or so. I'll try to keep all the info straight, but I'd appreciate someone filling me in. Maybe an Angel-Beta? That'd be nice. Well, this is just the first part, if people are interested, I'll continue, if not, well, deletion is always an option, ne?

Prologue

Hi! My name is Gabriel! I am the high level, side assistant of the Angel Of Death, Shinimegami. I am called a Shini No Senshi! To you humans, it means that I am a soldier of death. My Goddess is THE Angel Of Death. That means that she's actually death. No, not the Grim Reaper, that's me. Well, the rest of us and myself, we are the ones that you humans call Grim Reapers.

You see, we are what you humans call, 'unpleasant angels'. Unpleasant as in we don't deal with the nice stuff. We don't bring you blessings, we don't make rainbows, we don't deal with cute things, we don't 'make it better' or anything like that. In fact, you humans wouldn't pray to us at all.

We all work for Shinimegami. It's our job to come and take souls. We bring them to Shinimegami. My Goddess then brings the souls to be judged and sends them on their way. She is Death personified. She can't be killed because she was never born. My Goddess is simply the end of everything.

Now, don't get me wrong. I am very loyal to My Goddess. In fact, that loyalty is exactly why I'm doing this. You see, there is something wrong with My Goddess. Someone or something has done something to her. She's not the way she used to be. Well, she's still the same emotionless, monotone, stoic-faced angel she's always been; taking the souls that have reached their time.

But now, that something has gotten to her. My Goddess thinks that humanity is unstable. She thinks that you humans are so violent, so cruel, so malevolent that you simply cannot keep going and that you will eventually destroy yourselves and the universe around you.

Someone put that in her head. She somehow felt the pain of humanity and it hurt her. We're not supposed to feel anything at all. You humans call it cruelty. We call it our jobs. We love what we do. You hate us because we do what we do. But I'm asking you not to hate me now. You see, I'm trying to save the world here. I've never even been to earth so, it's not easy.

Not only do I have to save the world. Well, not me per se, but that's the hard part. I'M not the one who physically saves the world. It's my job to guide someone else to do it. But he isn't easily swayed and there's not really that much in it for him. And I'm sure since he's a demon; we'll get along great as well. But there's got to be a way, ne?

Oh, I do so hate going against My Goddess. I don't want her to be angry with me. I really don't want to fight her either. I don't want this to end this way. I've got to get their help and stop this before it gets any further.

Now then, which way to Sunnydale Cemetery and how do I get to…er…Angel Investigations…?