Lucille was in her room, stroking the feathers of her pet dove, Purity, when the summons came.  She smiled down at Purity.<span style="font-weight: bold">â€I must leave for a little while.â€</span>The dove cooed sadly but flew off, leaving her room through the open window and soaring toward the clouds.  She then flashed herself to Treadmore Tower, exiting the portal and heading toward the Councilâ€™s chambers.  Kyro was waiting for her just outside the double brass doors.  In his palm was a red parchment, wrapped in a black ribbon.  Lucille halted in her tracks.  A red parchment was usually issued in the Treadmore Tower of Hell, since it symbolized the individuals gravity toward the darker side of life.  Why in Heavenâ€™s name would they assign HER a person like that?  She approached Kyro more cautious than before, and his face beseeched no emotion.  Kyro nodded his head in acknowledgement before holding the parchment out for her.  She gave him a puzzled look as she took the parchment and opened it.<span style="font-style: italic">Corvenos.  Fallen Angel.  Location:  The Pit, New Orleans, Louisianna, USA.</span>Her eyes snapped up to Kyro.<span style="font-weight: bold">â€Why am I guarding a Fallen?  Isnâ€™t that like helping the other team?â€</span>Kyro took her hand, trying to comfort her.<span style="font-weight: bold">â€All will be explained in due time.â€</span>She sighed, nodding and heading back toward the portal.  She flashed herself back to her room, needing time to collect her thoughts.  She was going to be guarding a Fallen, a duty that went against everything she believed in.  She was unprepared for this.  A ward was just as incapable of inflicting harm on his or her Guardian as the Guardian was of inflicting harm on his or her ward, which helped calm her nerves a bit.  The Fallen would, at the very least, be incapable of harming her as long as her Guardian position was in place.  Once she was in his presence, her senses would lock onto his unique aura, making it possible for her to track him anywhere in the world.  Hell would be the only place he could escape her, but she wouldnâ€™t willingly go to that horrible place, even if she was able.  She took a deep breath, trading her white robe for a pair of faded jeans, pale blue blouse that tied around her small waist, and some white flats with a pale blue bow.  She was a sucker for fashion, and going into the human realm gave her a chance to expand her wardrobe, which was the only bright side she found in this assignment so far.  She flashed herself outside of the Pit, wrinkling her nose as the dingy bar came into view, hoping they at least carried a good white wine.  She strolled into the bar, coming to an abrupt halt when she was bombarded by the several different presences that were already sitting at the bar.  Only one she recognized.  Laila.  Her sister, and, unfortunately, enemy, at the moment.  She gulped.  Laila would not be pleased with her invading her territory.  She readied herself for the coming battle as she picked Corvenos out of the group.  He was talking to a lovely blonde, who looked rather friendly.  She walked up to the two of them, smiling as she took a seat next to the woman.  She would need to get Corvenos alone to spill the happy news.  She waited patiently for the two to end their conversation.