I was born about 800 years ago, and shortly afterwards entered Training to be a Guardian Angel. For centuries, I served and obeyed the blind commands of my superiors. I watched good people's lives end earlier than they should, for no reason. I also saw humans waste their lives and make poor choices. Nevertheless, I guarded my charges. At times, there were battles with demons, where I fought valiantly and slew many of those infernal creatures. They were the hated enemy.
Finally, I was assigned to Grace. There was something about her. I watched her grow up. I protected her. I guided her. I helped her. And I fell in love with her. When it was declared her time to die, I couldn't do it.
I was through silently watching good people die while evil people lived. Certainly what I did was against the Rules, but it had never happened before, so no one was sure what to do about it. Micheal knew what he wanted, though. My best friend betrayed me. Somehow, I ended up sharing Grace's house with a half-blood demon. Between my best friend and Luke's incubus father, all of our lives have become less certain. I won't even mention the gang with Grace's name on their weapons. Frankly, now that I'm free of the silly little Rules, I'm feeling much more free. I don't have to worry about alcohol or cigarettes, and the hell-baby makes a great cigarette lighter!
So, I believe I'm supposed to toss a question out for discussion in addition to responding to questions about myself, so answer this: Have you ever been betrayed by someone you trusted most? Or have you ever decided that the System you've followed and supported for all your life is full of crap and no longer works for you?
Gabe, On Common Ground