"Are you sure this is the one you want?" A bellowing voice inquired to the much smaller being below her. It was just as any other day in the heavens; The same songs were being sung, the same prayers being shouted, and the same people in the same places they were the day before. Halah stood up straight to speak again.
"Yes, Mother God. He is the one." Her Arabic floated across her tongue as she tried to look into God's face. God was a powerful lady, and Halah couldn't help but be intimidated by her. She supposed it was only natural. Men had been speaking about the fear of God for years.
"Very Well, my child. I will send you to him." The thundering voice let out a hearty chuckle, making the young, naive angel feel at ease. She allowed herself to gaze on the face of the creator. God took the form as a beautiful woman with shimmery dark skin, covered from head to toe in heavenly fabrics.
"You know your objective. You are going to become a servant in the manor. Do everything you can to keep the child happy while he is alive. Do not battle the demon for his soul. That is the boy's choice and I will not take away free will."
Halah knew that even if she did want to save Ciel Phantomhive's soul, her attempt would be pointless. She was a physically weak angel with the weakest of supernatural powers to speak of. She didn't understand how truly painful her job would be. She would be with the boy before watching his very soul get devoured by a demon. It would break her heart, but she didn't even know what heartbreak was. In fact, being such a new soul, she didn't really know what any other emotion was other than content. Though Halah had the appearance of a young woman, she was fresh spirit. You could see the innocence and lack of experience just by looking into her eyes.
"Yes, Mother God." She nodded her head rapidly.
"Very well then." God replied.

Halah awoke to the feeling of cold, dripping water against her forehead. It had a cool, refreshing feeling. Her dark eyes slowly opened and she saw a red haired maid, dabbing her forehead.
"Oh, You're awake now, yes you are!" Mey-Rin spoke, her usual energy in each of her words. This must be it, Halah thought. But how did she manage to make it inside? She remembered nothing but the conversation she had with Mother God.
"Well, The Young Master said to meet him when you finally woke up, yes he did! Come along, we have no time to waste!" Mey-Rin dragged her along, but Halah could hardly understand what this woman was saying. She barely knew English. She could understand more than she could speak it, but she hoped it would get better with time. Her clothing was nothing but ripped rags, and her dark hair stuck out in every which direction. It must have been a rough trip, she thought to herself. They had gone through what seemed like hundreds of hallways, and Halah watched in awe. What an incredible place this was. After a long time of walking, they reached their destination. A young boy sat at his desk, reading material present in his hands.
"Young Master." The butler caught his attention, causing the boy's head to jart up. Halah gazed up at the boy, completely shocked at what she saw. This boy was so young but played the role of a middle aged man.
"Oh, Yes." He says with no emotion, as silence filled the room. Ciel just stared for a few moments, as if thinking of something to say. He knew exactly who she was, considering he had seen her in his dreams lately. A guardian angel.
"Your name?" He asks, but Halah just stared back in confusion. She really wished it wouldn't be this hard to understand the boy.
"What is your name? He asked a little more loudly, and she tried to create a response to it.
Halah took a deep breath, understanding his question the second time. She simply smiled childishly and said, "Halah. My name is Halah." Her accent was considerably strong from years of speaking Arabic. Even when she was human, it was her native tongue. She hardly remembered that part of her life. She knew she was a young girl living somewhere in the middle-eastern part of the world.
"Hmm..." Ciel thought for a moment, but his face remained cold. He didn't act like this was the least bit unusual. Sebastian just walked up to the angel, looking deeply into her eyes. He already detested her. She showed herself as any other young woman, but her soul told all. He knew she wouldn't battle him, but still, any angel was simply a pain in his side. He decided that it would be notable for him to keep a neutral expression as any other good butler would.
"It seems as though you have no other place to go. You would make good use of being the young master's servant, yes?"
Halah smiled, listening was finally her way in. Sebastian continued to look deep into her eyes. Who did she think she was? He despised those self-righteous angels.
"Yes, Sir."' She says after a few moments of thinking about the correct wording. This must be the demon butler the elder angels had been speaking about. They said he was nothing but trouble. They warned her how dangerous it would be for working in such a close area with this powerful entity.
"Very Well. Your new name is...Charity Abel. It's an English woman's name. Understand?" He said sternly, but not too rough. He had to control his urges to get rid of her. After all, that would only alarm the young master.
"Yes, Sir." She repeats again. "Charity..." The name rolled from her as if it was languid water. She felt its vibrations, the way it felt against the roof of her mouth to speak it. It was different from her true name, but she didn't dislike it.
"Mey-Rin, find her something to wear." Ciel ordered. Sebastian glared as she left, watching her soul. What a clueless, innocent soul. Sebastian knew her life wasn't going to be easy here. She had to earn respect just like the other servants. She would have to learn quite a bit more English, but language submersion did in fact work in many cases.
Mey-Rin found her proper servants attire. It was identical to her own. Mey-Rin braided her hair in front of her cracked mirror, making positive that it would not come loose while she was working. Charity looked back at herself in the mirror. She was so used to seeing her true form that she was a tad frightened. It was only a reflection, she reminded herself. Earthly things were just terrible...and wonderful. Her hair was now in two braids, flopping everywhere she walked.
"She'll need a bit of training before we proceed. Hopefully she will be competent." Sebastian bowed before Ciel Phantomhive, his master and commander. Ciel merely nodded, more focused on the task at hand. He had the soul of an adult and and the body of a child, and he often forgot that about himself.
"Do whatever you have to do. Just don't let her destroy the manor." He grumbled in annoyance, and a slow, saucy smirk came over the butler's face. He already hated her. How dare she? He was growing hungrier for the Young Master's soul everyday, and he was not going to tolerate her. Yet, he would have to keep calm. Charity stepped out of her new, quaint quarters, into the common area. She blinked quickly, adjusting to her surroundings. She knew that she would have to adapt just like everyone else. She could tell that they took pride in the servants, and picked them for reasons. Did the boy see something in her?
"No time to waste. Let us make haste, the master has guest today." Sebastian bellowed at Charity, and she only looked at him. These accents were so hard to understand...granted, she did understand English more than she could speak it.
"Hurry. There will be guest." He simplified his words, and after a few more silent moments, she finally understood the gist of what he was trying to convey. Sebastian shook his head to himself. That would simply not due. If she didn't learn English quickly, The Young Master would be irritated. She skipped behind him, a huge smile on her face. Sebastian looked behind him to see her, so cheerful yet silent. She had already made herself out to be quite frivolous, and he couldn't stand it.
"We will now begin training. I expect you to be on your best behavior. Understood?"
Sebastian pulled her along, noticing her skipping.

"No skipping. It is rather unbecoming of a Phantomhive servant. No running, no skipping, no unorthodox behavior will be accepted under my watch. Would you please acknowledge that you hear the words coming out of my mouth, Miss Abel?" He turned around once more to see Charity in her own imagination, not paying attention to a word he said. All angels were disgusting, but this one was exceptionally frustrating.

"Oh, Sorry. Was not paying attention." She managed to say in English. She did have the tendency to daze of a little, another one of her flaws.

Sebastian lead her into the hallway, looking around to see if anyone was around. It would be horrendous to show such rude behavior in front of the young master.
"Listen, Halah. I do not know why Ciel has allowed you to become a Phantomhive servant. I hope you realize that Phantomhive servants are not just footmen, but rather exclusively selected soldiers to protect the Young Master. As of right now, I don't see any special ability about you. I suggest you find it, or you can tell your leader that you have failed your mission as a guardian angel." He looked down on her. She was tiny and weak looking, as if he could snap her in half at any moment. Obvious the master did not pick her for her strength.
Charity looked up, frightened out of her wits. Charity had a lot of things wrong with her, but she knew she was intelligent. She would find her way out of many situations just by using her problem solving skills, despite being clueless at times. Tears welled in her eyes, scared to death of this demon. Sebastian did not feel a ping of guilt, as he was emotionless for the most part. Even if he ever did have emotions, he did not display them as any human would.

"And another thing..." Sebastian smirked, lifting her chin to force her to look into her eyes just to scare her more. Charity was shaking like a puppy in front of a lion.
"The Young Master's soul is mine. If you try to change that, I will kill you. I'm glad we had this talk."