Scarlet walked around, thinking about what had happened so far in her life. So far she had lost her love, got into many fights, and ran away from home. She had long black air, crimson eyes, and was Gothic. She had no friends and her parents hated her, she didn't care anymore, all she wanted was to love again and be normal.

Cloud, an angel of death, was flying overhead, trying to finish his list when he looks down with his blue eyes

Scarlet sighed, she had become a Fallen Angel by her own choice. She looked up and saw an Angel overhead.

He sighs and flies ahead, knowingly he's not allowed to interact with Fallen angels.

She sighed, knowing that she couldn't interact with Angels unless allowed. God still asked for her help and she always willingly helped him. "I wish someone liked me" She said softly to herself as she sat under a tree