â€œGo my childâ€ he said simply â€œYou know what your mission is.â€<br/>She sighed and bowed her head her wings engulfed her and with a flutter she was gone. The air whistled in her ears, simple enough, how hard would it be to find someone, to gather all the info she could on him. It couldnâ€™t be that hard. Not for an angel, who are extremely through, and intrusive creatures. All except for her. She wasnâ€™t as nosy as the others, her recon missions were just straight get what she needed and nothing else, even though the humans she watched intrigued her so. She had gotten in trouble on more than one occasion when she was only supposed to stay for a week and ended up there for a month or more. She liked watching the other humans around her, taking in their lives, and though she blended in perfectly there was always someone who would call her â€œangelâ€ and she would scoot back up. Mostly the people who would call her that were other angels sent to get her but once in a while, while she was out and about talking with a few of the other angels on other missions someone would speak the word and she would have to leave. She was paranoid like that. Now on this mission she was sent to the humans for longer than a week. A demon had been causing trouble and who was sent to pick up his mess? Of course she was, she had been doing it since the beginning of time so there wasnâ€™t really anything new to it. She was in charge of cleaning up the bubonic plague, which was no fun; she was also in charge of the Spanish influenza, which swept across the world. He started almost every major deadly disease and it was something she knew e was proud of. She could see him now in the back of her mind smirking with his devilish grin. She knew that smile more than she knew all of her brothers and sisters up with the father. Now she was being sent to earth to follow him. After taking a human form he was watched closely by other host, all of which seemed to end up either dead or badly injured after â€œaccidentalâ€ mishaps with him. Mishaps that she knew he orchestrated, no matter how many times the angels were told it was just a miscommunication. Itâ€™s not like angels could die anyway, they would disappear from their bodies and form in a new one, itâ€™s kind of like ranks. The new body held scars across the left shoulder and chest area, almost like a counter. How ever many scars you had determined how many deaths you had gone through. Elizabethâ€™s body was new, only eight or nine scars on her collarbone, light thin lines curving ever so gracefully as they wrapped around the bone. Her deaths had been quick, she remembered all of them, and they were virtually painless which is why the scars were so small and thin. The longer and thicker the scar the more painful it was. Though she had been one of the firsts, after Michael and the other archangels including Lucifer. She was the first female, the first one to be named and the first one to smile upon the humans. She held them near and dear to her heart the way her father had taught her, she felt like they were her own creation but where there is goodness and wonder there is hate and evil. Before Lucifer was cast into the pit of darkness there lay another there, the one she was sent to keep an eye on. He lay in the pit of hell waiting and lurking, her father had merely created hell to contain him, to make him happy until the rebellion.<br/>The rebellion was a difficult time for all angels. They watched one another fall and die. Michael, being the big man fought most nobly. He slayed many of his brothers while Elizabeth hid. Her father did not punish her, he understood the pain that she felt watching the ones she called hers fall in their flanks at the hand of one another. The clouds rained red for days after, Elizabeth cried with them. After days upon days of her weeping her father finally called her to him. â€˜Elizabethâ€™ he had whispered â€˜you mustnâ€™t weep for those who have fallenâ€™<br/>â€˜But father those were my brothers, I loved them over myself, they way you taught us.â€™ Her eyes brimmed with tears.<br/>â€˜They chose this path now it is theirs to burden.â€™<br/>â€˜I understand father, but I can not be a part of this if this is what is going to happen.â€™ She had stood her ground the way Gabriel had told her she shouldnâ€™t.<br/>â€˜Daughter,â€™ he held her face in his hands and smiled down at her â€˜you are strong and independent, the way I made you. But you have to understand that there are some things that you just donâ€™t knowâ€™ he spoke to her like she was a child, which is something she didnâ€™t like very much.<br/>â€˜Yes father. I understand.â€™ She hung her head and sighed softly, the feathers on her back seemed to droop a bit.<br/>â€˜Here, you can start with thisâ€™ he had said smiling at her while she was pouting like she imagined a young human would do. â€˜I would like you to go with the humansâ€™ with that her wings fluttered, she knew it was an involuntary reaction to when she was excited about things. â€˜ You will still be in the infantry finding out all you can about the humans and their lives. I donâ€™t have time to watch them all you know. But I will tell you that you will have to watch some of the followers of Lucifer though if they appear on earth.â€™ With that her wings sank again, she would have to play tattle tale on her brothers, not what she wanted to do but she didnâ€™t want to disappoint her father. She agreed with a nod of her head, the copper strands of hair falling in her face as she hid her concern.<br/>On earth she felt a bit more at home. She watched the people go on by as she wandered through the streets she always loved to show up on. She caught a glimpse of herself in a shop window. She almost laughed at herself, but then stopped. All the other humans were dressed worse than this, she couldnâ€™t complain. She adjusted the white tank top to hover right over the top of her jeans. She would have preferred the Victorian dresses with the whalebone in them and corsets to this garbage. She made her way down town to a little shop she knew was run by a seer. Seers were people who could see angels, there were very few left in the world, people used to go see them for all kinds of things, now they were gypsies traveling from place to place finding angels and walking with them until the angel left and then they would move on to find a new one. They were almost like an angelâ€™s human guide, like some people have spirit guides. She walked into a small shop and smiled at the man behind the counter.<br/>â€œBella!â€ he screamed running up and kissing her on both cheeks. The man was a short stubby Italian man, he was balding on top but his hair was thick and black on the side of his head. She embraced him in a tight warm hug. He had seen her many times before, he was a seer, and always ended up hiring her when he had the chance to, if not he and his wife, who was the first to realize what Elizabeth was, put her up at their house until her mission was over. â€œWhat are you doing here? Come for a short visit?â€ he asked as he let her go dragging her behind the counter and throwing an apron at her.<br/>â€œNope, A long one this timeâ€ she said tying her copper and blonde hair up in a ponytail revealing her scars which still clung to her human body. Poking out of the back of her shirt was a tattoo, a tattoo of wings which followed her spine and curvy figure down to the small of her back, they were huge and feathery, which was something she did to her first body as a rebellious phase against her father. She had come back and he had been stern with her that she needed to feel the consequences, now every human body she had bore the wings, she loved them. From the back of the shop came a thin woman, her black hair tossed up into a beehive on top of her head and she buzzed over to Elizabeth.<br/>â€œYouâ€™re back! Oh how we missed our little girl,â€ she said fussing over Elizabeth. The DiMaggioâ€™s didnâ€™t have any kids but had watched out of Elizabeth since she had first come to earth, through all of their reincarnations she found them and they knew exactly whom she was. The woman touched the scars on Elizabethâ€™s neck, â€œElizabeth!â€ she hollered scaring a few of the patrons who chucked quietly to themselves, and they only saw a mother yelling at her child. â€œWhat happened there are two more than last time!â€<br/>â€œMom!â€ Elizabeth hushed the woman â€œIt doesnâ€™t matter how that happened, I donâ€™t even remember them.â€ That was a lie and Mrs. DiMaggio knew it was. Elizabeth had told her once that she remembered all of her deaths; all angels did. It was a long day for Elizabeth and when she got back to the DiMaggioâ€™s house she collapsed onto the bed they kept for her. they Made sure that every house they bought had at least three rooms, one for them, one for Elizabeth and one as a spare incase Elizabeth brought a friend. They were just like overprotective parents when it came to her, which she was thankful for.<br/>"Elizabeth?" came the call from downstairs. "Elizabeth Mary! Time for supper" Elizabeth cursed under her breath, humans needed to eat; angels did not, but on earth any angel who became human needed to eat.<br/>"Coming!" she called back rolling off the bed and kicking off the shoes that she had been too tired to take off. â€œIâ€™m comingâ€ she called again as she bounded down the stairs to the kitchen. Flinging the door open she almost hit the woman who she called mom on earth. â€œOh mom!â€ she screamed doubling over laughing.<br/>â€œElizabeth watch out!â€ she said shaking her head but then smiling. â€œI missed that laugh.â€ The three sat down to dinner and all grabbed hands to say grace.<br/>â€œFather,â€ Elizabeth said with a smile, â€œI want to thank you for helping me find my family. Thank you for this food and my family.â€ She said smiling again. â€œAmen.â€ They all broke hands and dug into the food. While it was kind of annoying to constantly eat to keep up with the demands of a human body, Elizabeth was glad she had to eat the food her mother had cooked for her. It was the most delicious food she could have ever imagined.<br/>â€œMmm mom this is delicious!â€ she said around a mouth full of chicken.<br/>â€œBella, Donâ€™t talk with your mouth full.â€ Her father said. He had always called her Bella, from their first life together. When they first met they had all been in Italy, and he had met her as a child. She had arrived on earth in a young form, almost 10 years old6 and he found her on the street. She was crying and afraid on her first trip and he had picked her up and brought her home. She was with them for 7 years and grew up with them. They never forgot her form that day on. She had died the first time in their house, under the stairs after raiders had come to steal the things in her house.