Prologue
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Stories of guardian angels are as old as time. Every human that’s on this earth has one, every human that has ever lived on this earth has had one, and every human that will live on this earth in the future will have one. A person’s guardian angel is usually a relative that has long passed on to the Father in Heaven. From the time of birth up until death, the human is watched over by the angel. They are with them until it is time for the person to join them in Heaven.
Only under unusual circumstances is this story changed, and these unusual circumstances are becoming less and less unusual with the passing of time. People lose their faith, or the faith is forgotten, or it is left untaught. On other occasions, people become wicked and commit heinous crimes that throw them away from the light. No matter the case, these are the leftovers that are given to my kind. Minions of Satan. Demons.
It is under these unusual circumstances that the practically-unheard-of event occurs that an angel and a demon are paired to accompany a person throughout their life. There is only a slight difference though. Angels are free to move and come and go as they need to. Demons, on the other hand are treated like toddlers in a time-out. We are watched closely by the angels. We cannot come and go as we please. We cannot bring any harm onto our assigned human. We can’t even let them know we’re there or be seen. Should that last rule be violated in any sort of way, we’re driven away by the guardian angel, for that is the angel’s duty, and they will keep us away no matter what the human’s current circumstances may be.
This story follows such an unusual occurrence, beginning with a child named Edith. Her guardian angel is her great-grandmother, Mable, who passed away two years before her birth. The demon is . . . well, the demon is me. Because humans have so many different names for creatures even remotely like me, I go by many names, but my true name is Raum. I cannot be seen or heard unless in my more common form as a raven. It is the only form I’m allowed to be in. Just the same, Mable assumes the physical form of a white dove, but she tends to stay away from me; either by perching on a separate tree limb on the same tree or moving to another tree that is close by.
I remember the first night Edith was home with her parents; the night I was first allowed to see her, and I suppose that is where this little adventure starts.
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