1. Ace informs the narrator that Royal Truth De-Moon, who possesses God's purest soul, is moving to the city with her family. This alarms them as the city is ruled by Satan and inhabited by his demons. 2. Ace explains that God wants the narrator to watch over and protect Royal, as demons in the city pose a threat to her safety. The narrator is surprised by this important mission. 3. The narrator agrees to keep Royal safe. When he looks over, Ace has disappeared but left a white rose and a photograph of Royal for the narrator.

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I moved back to the back of the bus and sat next to Ace. He was dressed in a black cloak
that covered most of his face. He sat quietly flipping a copper penny.
I looked around the crowded bus, and pulled my hood further over my face. We
had always met in strange places, but this place was the strangest yet. It was crowded
and over packed. Not the right place to private conversation.
Silently I tapped my seat twice and looked to Ace. He nodded having heard the
two taps we began to speak in a different language, one that had long been dead. "It's
good to see you again Ace." My tone was light, and I avoided his bright light eyes. Ace
gave off a scent of the sea. His eyes were the color of seaweed in the summer suns. His
skin sun kissed tan, his hair short and pale. Most would think he was from a warm
tropical country if they took the time to look at him.
"She's coming to the city Prince. “Ace voice was low and attractive and I could hear a
slight note of panic in it.
"What?" I whispered, I knew whom he was talking about. It was hard not to
Royal Truth De-Moon.
"Her family is moving to the city." His voice was no more than a hushed whisper. It
sounded panicked.
Royal was famous in the kingdom of heaven. God had giver her set of wings and the
purest of all souls. She was the beauty that most humanity strived to be, while still
being modest and shy.
"It's not safe for her here. Satan's own angels stomp these grounds." My voice now has
holds the same panicked note Ace's voice has.
I looked to Ace, who looked as defeated as I felt. God's purest soul was walking into the
city made by the Devil himself. This was wrong. She was supposed to stay as far away
firm the city as she possibly could.
I berried my head in my hands. This was not good.
Ace sighed, “He wants you to watch her. Keep her safe from the demons that walk this
earth."
This took me by surprise. The Lord was never one to give me an important job.
Usually when Ace wasn't working as a gate guard, he did Gods errands. Or he had one
of the angels closets to him do it. Ace looked at me as I silently mused over this

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information," You can relate to her, and keep her safe. We can't do that." Ace was
whispering again. His tone was hopeful, hopeful because...Maybe, just maybe she could
survive this with my protection and a little faith.
Silently I took in the look on Aces face. This was important to all of us. I turned
away from Ace and looked at my hands.
"I'll keep her safe." I whispered and looked over to find the seat empty of Ace.
The seat now held a single white rose and a black and white photograph of a beautiful
girl. This was typical of Ace. Disappearing and leaving a white rose in his place. He was
always strange.
Silently I flipped the picture over and read the content. After I finished, I folded
the picture into a square and slipped it into my pocket. I picked up the rose as I pushed
my way out of the crowded city bus.
Not a single soul knowing they had been in the presence of Angels.