There are three ways for angels to fall.
First, they would need to have doubt, or experience one of the seven deadly sins; Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Sloth, Pride, or Gluttony
Second, fell with the devil
Third, fall in love with a human
"There you are!" A young girl came out of the shadows, walking toward Francis.
Francis examined Arthur's vessel as he stepped out of the shadows. Arthur's vessel had blonde hair pulled up in pigtails, and she was wearing a dark green skirt with a white button up shirt. She was scowling, and had her arms crossed over her chest.
"You are two minutes late!" She exclaimed, as Francis was looking her over.
"Sorry, I lost track of time," Francis shrugged.
"Well, I have to go," Arthur looked at his (Her) watch, "In about three minutes. So we need to make this fast. You have the letter?"
"Oui." He handed Arthur a folded pice of paper. "So what are you doing in a girl's body?" Francis asked, quirking his eyebrow.
"I didn't want to get traced. The angels have become a lot stricter lately, and I don't want to get caught with you."
"Oh, mon cher, for a sec-"
"Don't even think about finishing that sentence, Frog."
Francis rolled his eyes and smirked before he pulled something out of his pocket. "I also have this for you." He handed Arthur a little box.
"What's this?"
"You'll see, mon ami. Open it later."
"Okay.." Arthur looked down at the box, wondering what it was. "I have to go now, so bye Francis." Arthur turned, and ran out of the alley.
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