I was made to serve.
That is the duty of angels,
And you better believe the job isn't easy.
we fight, protect, direct, but most of all we sing.
I know that comes as a surprise, heaven's warriors greatest responsibility is making melody,
but it is what I love most about my job.
When the hosts lift our voices, it sounds of mighty trumpets and sweet bells all at once, it's beautiful.
Ours is certainly a great honor as well as responsibility
and I wouldn't trade it for the heavens,
but like I said, it's not easy.
Angels have quite a few things we must consider lest we fail,
demons, evil men, and the tremendous pressure are all things we struggle with, just like men, it is possible for us to fall.
Many of my brothers suffered the fate worse than death, so many deceived or tempted. I miss them.
Micheal tells us we must stay strong, he is truly a great leader,
but often times I am troubled by a certain dilemma on creation.
We angels are sent to protect mankind, from supernatural terrors that might try and attack them.
One certain kind of terror has been giving me problems for the past thousand years... Sirens.
Cunning, deceptive, alluring scales that tempt mankind to a watery death at sea, thriving on man's two greatest weaknesses, **** and loneliness.
They bat their eyelids and before you know it you're drowning.
Micheal sent personal orders to me to deal with this situation.
Evidently, I have been ordered to visit creation and descend into the deep, the home of the sirens, and stop their acts by any means necessary.
Now not many people are aware that angels can be tempted as well and so I must be careful descending into what could mean my end.
Wish me luck.