Day 1 - Naomi's Arrival

A sharp pain was driven into her head, accompanied by the too familiar sound which should never have been used against her. She stumbled, feeling hands guide her to her chair, sitting her down and holding her head on the table as the drilling continued.

She may have struggled initially, but the tool's power allowed it to immobilize its victims. Soon she stopped, unable to fight back, unable to run away, unable to scream. She was going to die, slowly, painfully, helplessly, and alone. Her hand twitched on the desk as the blood began spilling out of her vessel's head, unabated, too quickly.

And then he walked around from behind her, standing just in her line of sight, her eyes frozen open. She had a brief thought, the last face she would see would be his. Her murderer's. She was afraid, completely and utterly terrified.

Metatron was wearing a smug smile. He bent down just a bit to get a better look at her. "How's that feel, Naomi? The humans have a phrase for it….Getting a taste of your own medicine. Fitting for a monster like you." He stepped back. "You failed, the angels will fall. Everything you ever worked for is gone. I am God now." Metatron reached in to take her angel sword, whispering the next part in her ear. "Die, bitch."

Eyes fixed open, and vessel slumped over her desk, her grace began the slow implosion, building up inside her until her office faded away...and then...

Naomi woke in a forest. Afraid. Angry. Alone.

"Where am I!? What happened?" Naomi cried out, remaining on the forest floor in her usually immaculate grey suit. "Father, forgive me. Oh God help me…"

Death wasn't welcome or expected and she didn't want to accept it. Her timeless energy was brought to a halt and pushed out of existence as if it was no more than a wilted flower.

But something had snatched her up and dropped her in a place on unknowns. Somewhere anything could happen.

That first day had been a whirlwind of untapped and misunderstood emotions. From that first conversation with the cockroach demon to her attempts to fly back to a Heaven that didn't exist. She made mountains quake and left a thunderstorm in her wake. She was dead, she was certain. And now she was trapped, lost, alone in a place without purpose or direction.

With nothing else to do, Naomi started the long process of mourning her own death.

Eventually all the rage and fear whittled down to manageable levels. Then she became a wanderer. She had to make up for what she'd done, with the damage she'd caused. She spoke to few, did what she could when people wanted her help, and spent weeks upon weeks thinking. Lost in her own regrets and struggling to find purpose. Struggling to find her way.

Alone.

Then again, being lonely was nothing new, not after thousands of years keeping distant. And that loneliness didn't dissipate... at least it didn't until she showed up to offer a business arrangement to a unique and intelligent man.

The world she'd found herself in was not an afterlife that anyone intended. But it was hers. It was her second chance. Her last shot. She'd work through the fear and the pain and the regret. She'd make it worth every moment through the ups and downs of her emotions. Through the trials and new experiences. Through the spark of a new friendship.

Little did she know what that first meeting with Mycroft Holmes would bring. Little did she know what would develop inside of her. Little did she know the emotions that would come with this new adventure.

There was no telling what The Convergence had in store for her.