"Stop right there." Someone stopped me. I was frozen and couldn't turn to whoever was calling me.

"What's wrong with your back?" He asked but I'm still unable to look at him. I think he already had found out. I tried to speak to explain but can't out of fear that they might hurt her. "Hey! Answer me!" He demanded.

"I'm sorry." Those are the only words that came out of my mouth and was about to show the angel when he started to speak again.

"Next time be careful. You may have eternal life but wounds are not easy to heal." He told me and walked away.

I turned around to see what he was talking about and saw the trail of blood drops on the ground. I sighed in relief. I thought that he has seen the angel on my back but he didn't notice it and he thought I was the one who was injured.

I continued to walk down to my shelter and finally reached my dusty shelter. I laid her down on my stony bed and tended to her wounds and cleaned up the bloodstains so that the other Demons would not be able to smell the scent of an intruder.

I fixed her hair which was covering her face and was in a daze for a few moments for I could not believe my eyes. Phanuel, the leader of the Ophanim, is right in front of me.

I was a little bit nervous to touch this Angel because, as one of the ordinary angels I was before, we all respect the Ophanim, Cherubims, and Archangels, and Phanuel is one of them being the Angel of Hope.

Without her, all human souls may be drawn to the fires of hell for hope is one thing that the humans need to not give up being a good person and without hope, all humans might betray God, and it would be chaos if ever something bad would ever happen to her.

After I have tended to all her wounds and bruises, I fixed her on the bed and prepared some fruits on the table beside her. Though Angels and Demons never get hungry, sometimes we would still need something to nourish our immortal bodies to help recover such wounds.

It is time to go back and return to my post to perform my duties. I went out and shut the door of my shelter and made sure it is securely locked so that no one else would be able to enter, or she would escape.

"I can take over from here," I told my fellow Demon who was standing on my post.

"Get on with it then. I'll be taking my leave." He said coldly and left.

"Next!" I called on to the next soul to be judged and an old man came closer.

"John Sebastian, you died at the age of 58. Cause of death, suicide. Committed two of the seven deadly sins, wrath and sloth." I read the statement.

"Thank you for letting me know."

"Indeed. You're quite welcome."

"So this is hell?" he asked me.

"Yes. You're right about that." I answered.

"Then, good sir, may I know how my granddaughter is now before you burn me down to the fires to pay for my sins?" he requested.

"No problem about that, but may I know the reason why?"

"Well, as you know, I died of suicide. I killed myself to save my granddaughter. I loved her dearly that I don't want to harm her."

"If you wanted to protect her, then why would you kill yourself?"

"I myself am a threat to her life and happiness. I'm afraid that I would just be a nuisance and obstacle to her and I am afraid that she would hate me for that."

"But did you know that what you did might cause her to do bad things unexpectedly? Or might be feeling lonely and sad after losing you and might commit suicide herself?"

"I know my granddaughter. She is a brave young girl that would never do bad things because she knows that it would make me unhappy."