"Dog!" Brooklyn jumped and turned around.

"Hey, Lynnie. Care to tell me why you were about to start a [i]fire[/i]?" Dog inquired as he reached out to take the magazines from her. Once in his hands, he looked down at the covers of them and chuckled. "Damn, I look good."

A faint blush painted Brooklyn's face. She had been caught, and now she was in trouble. Her gaze slowly lowered down to the ground with shame. "I wanted to summon you," she replied softly.

"By creating a safety hazard?"

She shook her head then looked back up at him. "No... well.... maybe? I wasn't going to try to burn the whole place down. I wanted to throw a fun campfire that you would want to come to."

He narrowed his eyes at her before looking over at the people behind her. They were all reading bibles or folding their heads in prayer as if they had no clue what was going on. "Interesting..." Dog mused, setting the magazines down on a table. Then he crossed his arms. "Were you going to befriend me or bribe me?"

Brooklyn blinked. "What? Neither."

"So you don't want to be friends with me?" Dog was smirking now.

"No! I mean, yes?" Brooklyn shook her head rapidly. "Whatever. Listen, I need to go back to earth." 

"Impossible."

She stepped closer to him. "Dog, you don't understand... I have a fiancé, an infant, and parents to get back to. I can't stay here. I can't." She took a deep breath as her eyes began to water. "I... I need to live again. For them."

"Impossible."

"You can't keep saying it's impossible!" Brooklyn suddenly yelled in anguish. Dog's eyes widened with shock at her outburst. Even the other people in the room were looking at them now. "You don't know what it's like to have a family! You don't know what it's like to wake up and watch the sunrise! You don't know what it's like to fall asleep in the arms of the one you love! You don't know anything, so stop acting like you know everything!" Her breathing was now deep and heavy. Silent tears trickled down her cheeks which she quickly wiped away with the back of her hand. Quietly, she murmured, "...surely there's something that can be done?" 

A heavy silence drowned the atmosphere. Dog stood tall with his arms still crossed. He looked down at Brooklyn, then up at the ceiling, then back to Brooklyn once more. Stillness. Soon, he finally let out a sigh and uncrossed his arms. "I suppose there's [i]something[/i] that can be done. But don't jump into it so blindly, Lynnie. Be careful. It puts your soul on the line."

"I'll do it," Brooklyn replied quickly and with an abundance of relief. [i]There's hope! There's finally hope...[/i]

Dog snapped his fingers.

Before she knew it, they were standing in the midst of pure emptiness again. Sheer whiteness surrounded them.

"How would you feel about becoming an angel?" He spoke sternly, his voice soft.

She was in disbelief. "A what?" 

"An angel, Lynnie. Your fiancé's guardian angel."

Brooklyn's hands clenched then unclenched. She spoke, "I... I don't know, I was hoping to be resurrected, not to be an angel. That's a lot of responsibility."

"Exactly, Lynnie. But if you do the job well, you will receive exactly what you're wishing for..." In an instant, an aged contract appeared in one of his hands. In the other was a quill. If someone were observant enough, they may notice the subtle pain behind his eyes. He didn't want to give this intriguing girl up. He'd prefer to spend the next year watching her interact with the others in the waiting room, himself occasionally popping in to say hello and chat with her himself. He wanted to get to know her and to watch how her bright brown eyes shone every time she smiled. He hadn't seen it an abundance of times, but he knew her smile was contagious.

She eagerly took the contract and quill from him. It read: 

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[center][color=tan]To be a guardian angel from Levin is to be a loyal protector. Keep your assigned one away from sin, especially mortal sins. 

Angels of Levin are powerful, but not limitless. They are armed with an enochian magic. They can fly using their wings, appear in people's dreams, touch things of a mortal nature, render humans asleep or unconscious with a touch, send ideas or temptations into any living creature's mind, and do not require sleep nor nutrition.

However, they can not request the assistance of any other angels or humans. They can not touch any living creature and be felt. When they speak, they can only be heard by other supernaturals. Angels of Levin are strong and independent.

If Brooklyn Mae Jones chooses to reveal herself to Samuel Hanson in any way, shape, or form, it will result in immediate banishment to hell.

If Brooklyn Mae Jones is unable to prevent Samuel Hanson from committing a mortal sin, it will result in immediate banishment to hell.

If Brooklyn Mae Jones goes three earthly months without breaking any of the aforementioned crimes, she will be granted resurrection.

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The quill hovered over the paper, wavering in Brooklyn's timid grip. She looked over at Dog. "Go ahead," he urged, "Sign it if you want. Don't be afraid." 

Taking a deep breath, she wrote her signature.