A/N: More set up, but we're getting there. We may be meeting the potters by this time week. But probably not harry this time. Probably next week. We'll see

Disclaimer: If I was JKR I would probably have a decent computer to type this on as compared to the peice of crap I'm using

Chapter 2

Suddenly I could see again, and holy balls it was bright. "The hell am I?" I shouted out. Then proceed to step forward and start spinning out of control. Now the light is flashing. Great. After about 15 minutes of spinning I finally managed to right myself. Still having to squint for any thing to be marginally visible I look around and notice some smug looking jerk floating there, chuckling.

"Thanks for the help dick", I mutter at him.

"I could have helped but it was too amusing to watch. Now, Liam Daemon, I will give the introductions, I am Michael and this will be your world to protect. Gathered here are the other high angels who may eventually decide to grace you with their name. The lord is creating this place which you will be entrusted with. You will guard it from it's creation to judgment day. Due to your circumstances however, you will not be judged and will live in whatever places your species find past the end of time. The knowledge you need to know this world will be imparted on you. Learn it well for you won't have a fellow intelligent soul to speak to for at least 4 and a half billion years."

"Wait, what? That wasn't in the contract, slow down man."

"All will be made sense in time. You will learn all you need to know." He then moved over to me almost faster than I could track, he still looked like a blur, and said, "Prepare your mind for all you will know." Then he started to glow and placed his hand on my forehead as everything went black again for the second time in under an hour.

Flashes. That's all everything was for almost 4 and a half billion years. Too many to tell or write down. Too chaotic to even put into words. It was the worst moments of my life.

Flash.

I was sitting in a classroom. "Alright Daemon, you think you have what it takes to be an angel. You did some selfless act that landed you here and now you are going to be ripped apart and reforged into a tool of God.

"Who are you?"

"Name's Uriel, prepare yourself for the most intense training session that will make you regret doing anything helpful."

"The hell? I thought you were an angel."

"I am. Now, get ready to learn how to be one yourself. And guess what? These teachings will make whatever punishment that your girlfriend was going to get look like paradise. Now prepare yourself for pain."

Flash.

I was clawing my way to the surface of an infinite ocean, trying to keep my lungs from filling with water. The ocean around me seemed to go on forever with no land in sight.

"That's because it does, but if you had payed attention in during my teachings you would know how to raise land to rest on. It seems you didn't. What a pity," came Uriel's voice in my head and receded with the sound of maniacal laughter.

"NO. I WILL LIVE," I shout and ground suddenly touches my foot. Ahead where nothing but water was moments before there is a small patch of land. It's barely a sand bar but it will do to rest on for now

Flash.

"Alright boy, you've learned how to use some of your power, but now we must teach you how to prove your divinity to mortals," came Uriel's condescending tone. We're back in the classroom but now it looks more like an operating room without all the equipment. It has that sterile feel. "Take off your shirt and turn around."

"What? Why?"

"Just do it boy."

I decide to comply, but once I stop moving i feel a massive pain in my back as if someone had slashed my entire back open. I collapsed as the world goes black, but not before seeing my reflection in the mirror with 2 giant wings sticking out of me.

Flash

I was running for my life through some jungle. I have no idea what monster is behind me, but there's no time to look back and see if I want to keep living.

"Stupid boy, if you had managed to stay awake for ten more minutes I might have been able to teach you how to fly. What a pity you passed out when I freed your wings and now you have to think about making them appear. Oh well, I knew you would die and have to reform eventually. Have fun in pain!" Came the usual patronizing tone

"Why don't you fuck off for once?" Is the only reply I can come up with. I see a cliff and get a smug look. "So you think I won't be able to fly do you? Let's see about that." Concentrating I force my wings to appear and jump clear off the cliff.

Flash

"Your most important duty is to bring the coming of the lord, but everything has a time. For instance, you could currently wipe out all the beings in this realm, but doing so could prolong the amount of time you will have to wait. So to make sure you don't screw up there will be an angel appearing to tell you in a manner that will get through your thick skull to let you know when the time for actions to be taken are."

Flash

"Liam, now is the time to end these failed beings sufferings," came the voice of the angel I had come to know as Barachiel. "Help me destroy them."

I looked across the world that had sheltered me for melina. "Must I?"

"Yes Liam, to see your love agian this age must end. The colossal lizards must fall to give rise to the mammals which the one you love will grow from. It is time."

I glance across the landscape again and look out one last time. "Good bye, dinosaurs," I say with a sigh. Then the blocks stopping my power are removed and light washes out throwing up earth and vaporizing all for miles around.

Flash.

Oh joy, another time of darkness. Nothing was worse than the darkness. Sometimes in between flashes I would be trapped for so long I lost track of time completely. Sitting alone in the darkness, empty except for the sounds of screams. Sitting, wondering if Leanne had been freed from hell, or if those were her screams I was hearing sitting in the dark. Slowly going mad from the pain of whatever wounds or baggage I had picked up in the previous times. I'd rather have Uriel reminding me every 10 seconds how crappy I am. I can't wait till I finally have something to hold over him. Just so I can let it go and shut him down with no idea what to do that someone isn't boasting over their own abilities and greatness

Flash.

Now there's a familiar face. Homo Erectus. This one is poking at me looking at me funny. I suppose I am funny with my wings and features that won't be around for at least a million years. Oh well. Let's see if they have language yet. "Where am I?" I grunt at her.

"Home funny birdman. You at home."

"Can you take me to your leader?"

"I take you to clay-shaper, he know what to do with birdman like you"

"Alright, take me to clay-shaper"

We walk for about 3 miles in silence before I get bored. "So clay-shaper is your leader, who are you? And what do you do?"

"I hunter. I no have name. I get name if I live to shaman come for naming. He bless us to find our path and clay-shaper give name. What you name funny bird man? What you do?"

"Liam Damon. That's my name. I'm kind like a shaman but I protect the world from badness that it didn't make," trying to explain to my new friend without hurting his poor head.

"So bird shaman, if you stop badness, why you no stop death-air? Or furred hunters? Why they still here?"

"Those are part of this world. It's your job to stop them at some point. You need to save yourself from them."

"Then what your job if you no stop death-air and furred hunters? What you do?"

"Protect from holes that make evil. The true badness that monsters come from."

This seemed to placate my companion for now. "I suppose you do good for world then. Not as good as if you stop death air or furred hunters, but horn hunters just as bad."

We walked a few more feet before getting stopped by more people. "Hunter-girl who you bringing with you to clay-shaper?"

"He say he shaman. He say he need to speak with clay-shaper," my friend told them.

"If he shaman why he no find own way to village? Why he no shaman travel? What you doing bird shaman?"

"I wasn't sure if I had the energy to shaman travel and it's always nice to talk with those from the village and see how it's doing before just showing up, but now I should be good. See you when you get there!" Then I popped out. Always a good way to make an impression. Now let's go see this clay shaper.

Appearing in the village caused a fright. Turning around I see a man with really messy black hair and a squint like he's having trouble seeing. Assuming he's clay shaper I decide to go speak with him. "Hello, are you clay shaper?" I ask with a look of happiness. It's not a smile as to homo erectus that's an intimidating look, more of a lift of the eyebrows with a twinkle in your eyes but not quite just that.

"I am clay shaper, how can I help you shaman?"

"You wouldn't happen to have a drawing of what this place looks like, would you?"

"I do, long legs go fetch the hunting drawing! Thank you long legs. This came from a shaman using his bird-eye to help us hunt, why don't you use that?"

"I prefer looking at the drawings in real life."

"Very well here we are."

From the looks of the area I showed up in greece. Near where athens will be built in a few millennia if I'm not mistaken. "Thank you, I believe a revealing ritual is in order, I'm sorry I won't be able to stay for the feast afterwards though."

"If you can't you can't. There are only 3 young men in the village who could go through the ceremony and they're all here. So whenever you are ready"

"Bring them forward."

Forward came 2 boys and a girl, one of which was clay shaper's son, one was the girl who brought me to the village, and the last was one with vaguely canine features. I began to chant and let the power of fate flow through me to reveal their destiny, though I may have pushed too hard and revealed some of their descendants destinies. Suddenly, all of their names became clear. "Black," I say pointing at the unfamiliar boy. "face changer," I say looking at the girl "And foot grabber," at clay shaper's son. Then I vanished, never to see the families, or any other humans again for almost a million years.

A/N:The sole point of this chapter was to introduce these families as people he's come across for awkward conversations. Yes, this is filler, but it's polt related filler