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In Eden, it always seemed to be raining. Rain this, cloudy that. Days were rarely bright and nights were seldom starry. The day Iris Sophia Ambriel jumped down from Heaven was no exception. Iris watched, slightly frightened, as she floated down from her home in a bright beam of light. To her, it was as if somebody had switched off the bright lights of heaven and decided to trash the place.

As she slowly descended, she took note of the ruined and rundown buildings, the dreary atmosphere, and the poor state of the few people she could see. Tears began to fall from her pale lavender eyes as it finally hit her that she was here and not in Heaven anymore. There was no going back until God decided that the job was done. She was stuck in this place. With a gentle thump, Iris landed on the top of Notre' Tower and curled in on herself, sobbing silently as Heaven's light radiated down on her. Her magnificent lavender wings were open behind her, casting shadows on the roof of the tower and shining like a beacon for all of Eden to see.

Iris had put off leaving Heaven for as long as possible, even delaying at the very last moment. She supposed God had allowed her to do this because she was young and emotional. Even now, he shined his light down on her, as if to comfort the upset young angel. After several moments of weakness, Iris slowly straightened and wiped away her tears, feeling foolish. She looked up at the sky and mouthed "thank you" to the ever fading patch of light.

Abruptly it disappeared and Iris straightened completely and stood up uncertainly, brushing dust off of her flowing white shirt and jeans. She glanced around, clenching her fists in child-like determination. She was Ambriel, the angel of communication and truth, and she wouldn't collapse at the mere sight of trouble. No, she thought, straightening her wings, unaware that she was still quite the spectacle on the highest rooftop in Eden, I won't be beaten that easily.

Iris watched silently, her soft purple eyes wide as she waited for Aingeal to fully come into view. She didn't recognize the other angel right away, having only caught a few glimpses of Aingeal in Heaven. As soon as Aingeal's face clicked in her memories, Iris's face lit up happily. She looked adorable and innocent, like a beacon of hope in the dark grey world.

"Hello!" Iris said rather loudly, taking a few light steps forward, her rather large wings still open. She barely touched the ground, practically floating as she walked to the edge of Notre' Tower to meet Aingeal, "Sorry I'm late. I was just nervous." Her tone was innocent and musical, a warm mixture of church bells and smiles. The young angel seemed as if nothing bad had ever touched her.

"I'm Iris... Er," Iris's overly expressive face went from happy to concerned all at once, "Well, you may know me as Ambriel. I don't really know how God introduces his angels... Um..." She struggled with the thought for a few seconds before letting it go. A brilliant smile planted itself on her face once again, "Whatever! I'm here to help in whatever way I can."

"Please, call me Iris," Iris continued to smile, her dimples showing faintly on her face, "Only humans know me as Ambriel. I usually go by Iris. It's lovely to finally meet you." Her words seemed so honest and open, Iris seemed as if she couldn't lie to save her life. The young angel adjusted her shirt with a cute shimmy and looked down at the world below her. Instantly the smile fell from her face and was replaced by a deep sadness, "It's so dirty and dark..." She whispered softly, her weight transferring from her wings to her feet with a thud.

The large, pale purple wings that usually held her aloft drooped a little, mirroring the sadness on the angel's face, "Earth isn't at all like the stories say. Everything seems... empty. Cold. Where's the happy families and the children? The couples holding hands?" Eden had none of those things. No cheerful young people or dawdling elderly ladies carrying bags. In Eden it was survival of the fittest. Iris couldn't comprehend a world without light and, to her, Eden was a nightmare.

"Oh..." Iris looked up at Aingeal with pale purple eyes the same color as her large wings, "O-okay. If you say so, then it must be true." Her pleasant voice held trust in it, adorable, endearing trust, "What'll our first task be then? To brighten up this sad world?"

Iris Ambriel's pretty lavender eyes widened in shock as Yohrich erupted from the shadows. He was such a sharp contrast from the innocence of her that it was almost laughable. They were the same race and yet thought, felt, looked so startlingly different. Suddenly shy, Iris lowered her gaze and mumbled something in her soft, musical voice.

"I don't think that's why we're here," she said again, softly. Still not looking at the large stranger's face, "In heaven we were taught that God loves all life..." Even as she said it, Iris knew it was a lie. God was fickle, vengeful, and brutal when the mood struck Him. He had wiped out entire species and killed millions when angered. Maybe God really had sent the angels to rid Eden of humans and devils. It certainly seemed like he had thrown as much hardship as he could at Eden...

The usually optimistic angel shook her head, her soft, wavy brown hair falling in front of her face. She thought for a second before looking up at Yohrich with determination, "No. I'm sure God wouldn't want us to kill his children. We're all his children. We have to at least try to forgive their sins." Her pretty voice was shaky but her expression was stubborn.

Iris studied Yohrich with her pale lavender gaze, "I am light. I am truth. I am redemption." She stated simply, smiling slightly. She knew the answer to his question quite clearly and felt that her words were all it required. She wasn't a killer, she was a singer. The angel Ambriel was the conversation starter and the forgiver of mortal sins. She solved problems between worlds and brought light to the dark. Her purpose in Eden was obvious, however dim she found the city.

Iris spread her gorgeous wings wide, feeling confident for the first time since her descent. In her mind, even devils could be forgiven their sins if the were only to repent. She was, indeed, the voice of optimism. Iris beamed positively at Yohrich, smiling.