The weekend passed in a glimpse of an eye. As always, no one called Lily out - she had no friends at all, due to her absence of light aura. She was silently studying in her room and daydreaming the whole weekend, while her sister enjoyed her friends' company, laughed, and had fun with them.

On Sunday morning she woke up with her usual tired expression, put her clothes on, did her toilette, and descended into the dining room to have her coffee.

"Hey dear!" mom greeted her. She was sitting with her female guardian angel, Haniel, and was enjoying her breakfast with coffee and croissants. 

"Hello..." Lily unwillingly answered and sat at the table, waiting for the servant to arrive.

"Come on, what's with that long face?" her mother kindly giggled, "You'll make Haniel sad here..." she glanced at her angel who happened to be the celestial angel of joy - a beautiful golden-haired, blue-eyed mistress of the light.

"Whatever..." Lily grumpily shrugged and looked up at the old servant that had come up to her.

"What would the young lady have for breakfast today?"

"Like usual, Vincent. Thank you".

"Alright," Vincent bowed and walked off.

"Lily, if there is anything please just tell me..." the mother got concerned now, "Maybe I can help..?"

"It's nothing..."

"Lily," they heard a tender, celestial voice of Haniel. They flinched and glanced at the angel who was sitting at the table with them. "Lily, your aura has changed..."

"Huh?" Lily raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"I feel you've been up to something Lily. You'd better go to church today. Your aura is not neutral anymore. It has gotten darker, way too dark for a normal human".

"What?" Lily's mother covered her mouth with a hand, "Oh goodness! Lily, what does this mean?"

"I... I have no idea..." Lily frowned and looked away. She got nervous - what if they found out she had interacted with the devil? No humans perceived that guy as an angel so far. Not many knew he was an angel in the past, and those who knew called him 'fallen angel', 'betrayer', etc. They considered him evil, and she didn't really know him all that well to judge him herself.

Haniel sighed and shook her head. Servant Vincent brought milky coffee and chocolate cookies to Lily. She thanked him and began eating her breakfast.

"Lily, please go to church, dear..." her mother pleaded, worry expressed on her face. Maybe this is why she is so gloomy, because of the dark energy around her?

"Okay, I'll go..."

After finishing her breakfast, Lily indeed went out of her house and took the road opposite the church which her family often frequented. She never liked churches since her childhood. She felt kind of awkward in there as if she didn't belong... That feeling of being an outsider even in a church caused her even more pain in her youth, so she decided not to go to church anymore. She wouldn't step in there this time either.

Why would I ever go there?

Fallen into her thoughts, she suddenly heard a faint, but horrified cry come from a dark alley nearby. It led to the Den of Former Hosts. She widened eyes, and then clenched her fists in disgust:

Those scum criminals down there are up to something...

She boldly crossed the street and entered the dark alley without even looking back. She cautiously walked forward and soon arrived at the end of the alley, in pure dark streets of the Den of Former Hosts. She saw how there was a little boy of over thirteen years leaning against a stone wall, shivering in dread, with four older guys gathered around him viciously grinning. One of them did have an angel - a tall, long-blond-haired, brown-eyed warrior dressed in golden armour, and he was threatening the kid! But the most astonishing was still a little girl of over fourteen years covering the boy with her feeble hands, shaking in fear herself. She had long, tender golden hair part of which covered her right eye, and her left eye was blue like the clear sky. She wore a thin white dress and had feeble, soft white wings with which she covered the little boy. Tears had wetted her cheeks as she watched the vicious boys, quivering.

"Give the money, ye dumbass, unless ye want trouble!" one of the boys who had the dirtiest clothes ordered, spitting off. "Ye hear me?"

"B... But, that's everything I have... Only five coins..." the boy shed tears.

"Oh? Well then, I guess..." the dirty lad shrugged and looked at his warrior angel: "Doriel, finish him off!"

"Huh? No! Please!" the child covered himself with his hands.

The boys laughed. Doriel, the gruesome warrior angel, spread his golden wings and advanced towards the young boy with his golden-handled glittering sword. The boy's legs shook and he knelt down, not even able to stand anymore, so horrified he was.

"Ah! Stop!" the little angel girl covered the boy with her wings and looked at Doriel with tearful eyes: "Stop, please..."

"Move aside, trash," Doriel clutched her throat and threw her off to a wall.

"No! Amiel!" the little boy yelled in distress, but just then the tip of the warrior angel's blade stopped right before his nose. Sweat poured off his forehead as he trembled, watching the gruesome angel with widened eyes. The laughter of the boys deafened the alley.

"Finish that mouse, Doriel. We have more serious stuff to do!"

"As you wish, Sheldon," Doriel raised his sword.

"I told you not to call me like that!" the lad grunted, apparently ashamed of his funny name.

Seeing the glittering sword above his head, the little boy trembled and began sobbing:

"I don't want to die..."

"Jo...han..." 

Amiel, the feeble girl angel, barely looked up, divine blood pouring off her face. She raised her hand, gathering her last strength, but it just fell off, weakened. Doriel was about to swing his sword...

"Stop!"

"Eh?" the boys looked back, to see Lily before them. "Who are you, slut? Beat it!" 

Johan and Amiel astonishedly looked at the suddenly appeared stranger.

"Leave that kid and his angel alone".

"Duh? Or else what?" Sheldon chuckled. Doriel turned towards Lily, his sword ready.

"I shall let you meet the lord of hell," Lily glared at him with her cold, threatening eyes.

The boy frowned, getting scared of those merciless eyes for a moment, but then cackled again and glanced at his angel:

"Doriel, teach this slut a lesson first. We'll handle that mouse later".

"Run away, miss, while you can!" Johan yelled. "This guy's like no other angel. He's an angel of war! He doesn't care whether he kills lives or not!"

"You shut up!" one of the boys kicked him in the stomach.

"Ah!" Amiel let out a heavy cry, feeling the pain of her master.

Lily's frown deepened. Doriel clutched his sword and stepped towards her. She didn't back down.

"Why isn't she running?" one of the boys asked Sheldon, preoccupied - no one had resisted against the celestial sword of Doriel before...

"She's probably too stupid," Sheldon chuckled. "Didn't you notice? She has no light aura, thus no angel either. She probably has no idea what she's dealing with".

The boys laughed. Lily stood firmly, and when she saw these scum weren't giving up, shrugged:

"I gave you a chance..."

She drew the sign of a cross with her left hand, vertical line from up to the bottom, horizontal line from the left to the right.

"Eh? What kind of a sign is that?" Sheldon burst out laughing. "That's not even how you call an angel!"

"My guardian angel, I invoke you!"

The boys were laughing hard, and Johan and Amiel were perturbed - what was this girl doing? That was no way to call an angel, and she had no light aura at all! But suddenly, black smoke appeared, and even Doriel halted, slightly worried - what did this all mean? The boys ceased laughing:

"What's... that?"

As the black smoke dissipated, all of the people gasped in horror - there was a tall, black-torn-winged, black-scythed, black-haired, black-hooded, shimmering-red-eyed pale reaper standing before them - the Lord of the Underworld himself! Doriel, seeing him, trembled, for the first time Sheldon had ever seen.

"Y...You..." he stepped back, "Samael..."