A beautiful girl dressed in white materializes before you. She has a perfect tan, grey eyes, and chestnut hair with golden highlights. Strangely, a pair of feathery white wings unfurl from her back.

"I suppose you're my assignment, dork," she scoffs as she fiddles with her headband. "I'm Yomiel, daughter of Gabriel the Archangel. I've been assigned as your guardian angel. I should really be a general in the war between Heaven and Hell or something, but Dad thought it would be good for me to start at the bottom like any other angel. Ugh, lame! Well, I guess I should know who I'm stuck with. What's your..."

A ringtone that sounds like harp music cuts Yomiel off. "Just a sec, loser," Yomiel says. "That's probably someone I actually care about." She whips out a white phone and answers it. "Hey, Bithiel? Oh, you've got dirt on Tamiel. What's that bitch done this time?" Yomiel grins spitefully as she listens. "Really? And she got caught, right? Good. That little creep totes got what was coming to her. She thinks she's so great just because Michael's her dad! Gimme a break!" Yomiel glances at you. "Hey, I'll have to call you back, Bithiel. I'm technically working right now, and I don't wanna be in hot water with Dad. Keep me posted on the fallout from the Tamiel sitch. Bye."

Yomiel ends the call and turns back to you. "I'd apologize for that, but that would mean I did something wrong, and I'm pretty much perfect. So just suck it up, buttercup. My world doesn't revolve around you. Anyway, where were we?"