Ah, today was a day. My agent’s couldn’t kill that damn Rose. They were a tricky little shit. Three shot’s to the head and still living. Interesting. I didn’t look at their abilities, I probably should have done that. It would have helped me prepare.

I wouldn’t be surprised if they had a Divine Gift from that traitor Lucifer. That motherfucking bitch. I hate him so much. So very much. I didn’t like him when he wasn’t a traitor.

“Boss,” my servant said, “Boss, are you in need of something?” I must’ve been thinking out loud. “Why would a mere dog ask me if I’m in need. What could you possibly do to help me?” I said.

The servant cringed back and said “My most sincere apologies, my lord. I was merely worried for your mental health.”

“Well, I don’t need you to do that for me. A dog can only do so much for an angel, I’ve lived for almost 6000 years. Why would a mere mut be able to help me?” I yelled, and the servant started crying and ran out. Good, now I can think uninterrupted.

Alright, I will have to go to the Library of the Living. We have two three libraries. The Library of knowledge, which includes everything ever written. The Library of the Dead has a card for everyone who has ever lived, The Library of the Living is similar to the Library of the Dead, except it only has living people. If someone were to die, their card is instantly moved to The Library of the Dead.

The Card is a small piece of paper, about the size of a playing card. It has the full name, height, race, age, weight, place of residence, hair color, eye color, full name of lover, ability, and ambitions. It changes in real time as well.

The Cards are sorted into every category you could think of. First comes race, then age, then hair color, then eye color, then height, next is first initial, and lastly is last initial. It is incredibly meticulous, but extremely well organized nonetheless.

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Another important aspect of The Cards is what happens when destroyed. When one is destroyed, that person is erased from history completely. There is nothing left. No one remembers them. However, this person essentially becomes a ghost. They become a spirit that can not do anything but watch. It is a fate worse than death, so no matter who it may be, we will never be allowed to destroy The Cards.

Another aspect of it, however not very important, is that, however The Card is destroyed, is how the person will die. A gunshot through The Card will mean the person who is on The Card will be shot to death. If they are destroyed via fire, the person who is on the card will die via fire. So on and so forth.

Due to these reasons, there are always guards by The Libraries. These guards are more powerful than any angel, and to defeat one would take the cooperation of all the angels, and we just don’t have the power to fight them in the first place.

Most of us would die in an all out fight with even one of those manic guards.

To get in, you have to get a pass from God himself. You have to show it to the guards to get in. Luckily, I have one.

I showed my pass to the guards, and went in. First, I went to the half-japanese section. Then the 17 years of age area. Next came hair, I think they had bronze hair. So brown. For eye color, I went to the Hazel section. I think they’re 5’8”. So I went there. First initial is R. Last initial is S.

After that, it didn’t take me long to find Rose’s Card.

I looked over it, their ability surprised me, sure. But not nearly as much as their ambitions surprised me.

They had no desire to destroy the world, as everyone thought. Well, at least that’s what the other angel’s think anyway. They just wanted to prevent the destruction of the world. Apparently they would do that by uniting the world under one democratic nation. Apparently this would prevent violence. I doubt it would work, however, if any mere mortal could do it, it would be Rose.

At least they have a better chance then that foolish fuhrer back in the 30’s and 40’s.

It’s too vague to actually work. But if it were to be flushed out, it wouldn’t be half bad.

A damn shame.