I slowly got to my feet and I headed down to the kitchen. Ezekiel and Loria had both waited for me and I honestly really appreciated that. Taking my seat across from the demon, I bowed my head to the both of them.

"So, what happened? Why was-" Ezekiel started questioning before he was cut off with a sharp hiss.

"Let him eat Zeke," Loria scolded, offering an apologetic smile before going back to her own meal.

Poking at the steak, I moved some mashed potatoes around before nibbling on some of the sides. "He just came by to talk about why I was banished in the first place. Someone stole some artifacts from Heaven and Uriel wants me to figure out who, why and where they are," I finally answered. "I was apparently the scapegoat for this whole thing. They left my essence in the room."

The others froze, staring wide-eyed with food half way to their mouth. Loria looked like she was about to say something before I continued on.

"I've also been having weird things floating around in my head. Like memories or something, but we were always told we were born. Not the souls of humans turned angels. So I don’t know if that was a lie or if it's something else going on." I explained further and let out a long sigh before sitting back and looking at the ceiling. “Was it all just a lie then?”

I heard a clattering before Loria shifted to face me fully. "Do you want to talk about what you’re experiencing?" she asked softly and offered a reassuring smile.

" I don't even know what the memories hold to describe. Just some…sensory and voices," I explained and raked my fingers through my hair.

"Oh, well, I have an idea," Loria pushed away and went to the hall closet. "I was thinking that maybe you could keep a journal, help keep all these things straight," she explained and came back with a few notebooks and pens.

"You think this will help?" I asked softly, accepting the offered items.

"I do," she insisted and set them beside the untouched plate. "If not, we can figure something else out."

Letting out a shaky breath, I offered a smile. "Thanks.”

The fat that they were so ready to accept what was happening was a relief. I didn’t feel like I was crazy and even the look Ezekiel threw my way seemed more of pity than anything else. As the weight lifted off my chest, my stomach grumbled. "You better dig in," Ezekiel chuckled as I flushed.

"I will, I will," I grumbled before starting to dig in happily, the savory steak washing over my tongue.

While cleaning, they decided that after the unforeseen events of today we would go shopping tomorrow and settled into another round of observing Loria and Ezekiel play video games.

Night came down swiftly and the exhaustion was settling in so we went our separate ways at the top of the stairs. But instead of slipping into bed, I sat at the desk and stared down at blank pages. Rapping the pen against the wood, I tried to figure out where to start with everything. Should I start with how this all began or maybe just stick to the memories?

Should I list how they were triggered? That sounded good, maybe making a list of the triggers, the results and how I felt? That seemed best for now. And looking it over, a small smile tugged at my lips.

I would be okay.

There was a knock

"Hey Lark, I just, the whole memory thing is getting to me and I was wondering. If angels aren’t human souls converted, how are you guys created?" he asked and I had to pause.

This was not what I was expecting to have a discussion at whatever o’clock at night.

"I- I don’t know? But I still don't know how to verbally explain my memories if that’s what you’re after."

“I’m not. It’s just you’re the first to experience something like this, and I’m curious.”

“Well, maybe you should also offer up some about you too. Demons are converted human souls.”

“And wouldn’t it make sense that angels would be created the same way? And what do you want to know?"

"Then why hide the memories? What do you want to offer up?" I asked and tilted my head curiously.

"Well I did live back in the early 90s," he answered and shrugged nonchalantly and that was a surprise. “So Loria and I are roughly the same age. Maybe that’s why? So you don’t recognize anyone and fall from grace for them?

"Okay, well, I," I had to wrap my mind around that."That makes sense.”

He shrugged again. “Your turn,” he pointed out and I held out the notebook for him.

Instead of taking it like any normal person, he just read it. “Not much,” he frowned and I squinted at him.

“Why are you so invested in this?” I accused and he leaned back to gaze lazily at me.

“Wouldn’t you like to know weather boy.”

I could feel my face contort in absolute bafflement. “What?!”

“Anyway, Lorias’ asleep and I want ice cream. Come downstairs with me?”

“Wh-why does Loria being asleep have to do with anything?”

He gave a shrug. “She gets all whiny when I eat ice cream in front of her.”

“Then why doesn’t she just eat it too?”

“Because she’s intolerant and is trying to be good about it for a few days since she went overboard.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, so come on. Let’s go get some ice cream.”

“Okay,” I agreed and got up to head down with him.