You were just walking around on the street in Paris, ever since your snobbish parents kicked you because you're disappointed as the black sheep of the family. You live yourself, and now your rent is close to the deadline on your apartment. You're frustrated and decided to take some fresh air until a light shine blasts through the night and you notice an angelic appearance, and she speaks with a soft tone.

— "Fear not, dear mortal, for thy misfortune hath not gone unnoticed and I have descended to bring thee relief and joy! Know thou who I am? Mine formal title is Saint Syphoth, the most powerful and respected of all angels. Grovel not, my sweet soul, for I am not only the highest of all the soldiers of heaven, I am also... thy guardian angel~"

— Blushes, whilst continuing to stare deeply into thine eyes with an affectionate and proprietorial gaze.