Scott Stonewick was leaning against a dumpster, with a smoke in his hand when he saw Ninlil land on the street. So this was the angel tasked with keeping the Faustian Burn from taking his soul and turning him into a full demon. He looked at the scar on his left palm. A small red and black swirling dot. He looked back up at the angel. "I was expecting something a little more grandiose, for an angel of the lord," Scott said as he pushed off the dumpster and started walking towards her. "I'm Scott. Not the typical charge of an Angel, but I gather your not a typical Angel, so I'll keep this short." Scott threw his cigarette on the ground and stepped on it, to grind out the spark. "I am somewhat of a magician. At least I was. Specialised in demonic dealings, if you could call it that. I'm surprised the big G even sent someone. Anyway, About a week ago, a deal went south. Molgrok wanted a little girl, and I wasn't going to give her to him. One thing leads to another, and he grabbed my arm and pulled it through the portal," Scott explained. "Mind you, I managed to break his grip, as I am obviously standing right here-" He gestured to himself. "But People can't enter hell with consequences. The main one being Faustian Burn." Scott started pacing. "I'm not sure what they teach you angels in heaven, about demons, and what happens when humans meddle where, admittedly, we don't belong, but Faustian Burn is a bit of a hassle. In that, it does weird things to a human's soul." Scott turned to the angel. "Now I quite like my soul, so thats why I sent a call. And lo and behold, here you are." Scott paused. He was rambling again. He tended to. He liked his exposition monologues more than he should.<br/>"You're probably wondering why I need an Angel bodyguard, or whatever you call yourselves." He aid gesturing his finger at her. "Well, the answer is simple. Molgrok isn't happy. Hell isn't happy. People on Earth shouldn't have Faustian Burn. The whole natural order is upset. Things are gonna get cooky. The real problem though is that my Faustian Burn is gonna allow demons through onto this plane of existence. Not just the little imps, but the real bad ones. Basically, I need an angel to keep me from becoming a doorway to Hell," Scott explained. He realised she probably already knew all this as she was probably briefed by God or another Angel. "I'm ware you have to do what I say, but I don't intend to take advantage of it, as long as we can stay friends."