The city of New York that night life was busy and bright. A woman stood on the roof tops of one of the churches, looking down at the city with bright green eyes. But she was no human. Huge black wings were attached to her back, right now folded to her back. All she did was watch, waiting for heaven to show her the next path she would take. 

Father Dante was sitting in the church, humming to himself when he heard steps and said without looking up "A little late isn't it for a walk?" A amber haired woman walked past him, wearing a trench coat and hood to hide her other figures. "I need to seek the will...I can't do that here..." The father shook his head and said "Be safe...angel..." 

The woman walked the streets of the city, waiting for the sign or sense of what she was to do next. Not knowing that her whole life was going to change soon.