The third angel

While waiting for Israfel to call you into her office, you heard souls coming back from Earth telling their guides how they died. There were a lot of different stories and all sounded horrible. Scary. You don't want to die like some of them did, so a guardian angel that would fight tooth-and-nail to make sure you died in your sleep was the natural choice.

John: You, the third angel. You're the one i want.

Second angel: Her!? But...no..

Israfel: It is his choice, and his alone. Alright, those of you not chosen, follow me.

The others follow Israfel out of the room, the second and fourth disappointed, the first like this decision was nothing to her. Only you and the angel remain in the room, which changes itself into the rampart of a great castle. She sits casually on the side, paying no mind to the drop on the other side which, when you look, is at least three times longer than it would be from the Grand Canyon. You opt to stand.

Angel: Sit down, you won't fall. Even if you do, you picked me to be your guardian, right? I'm not gonna mess up the first time you need me.

John: Its not that, its that...

Angel: Well then have a seat. Not like you'll die if you fall anyway.

You sit, still a bit nervous about the fall, but noticing the angel's watchful eye comforts you somewhat.

Angel: My name's Doe, or it is until you decide i'm the best angel to watch out for you.

John: What is it then?

Doe: Then i'll tell you my angel name. Kinda pointless, since as soon as you choose you'll be born and forget i even exist. But whatever. Doe for now.

John: Doe...its a pretty name.

Doe: You're fast, huh? Not even born yet and already trying to pick up women.

John: No, i was just saying.

Doe: Uh-huh. Anyway, since we're supposed to get acquainted and you don't have any experiences yet, here's my story. I haven't been alive in about four hundred years, as Earth passes them. When i was, i was the baddest bitch to ever take up a lance. With as many people as i killed, i was amazed i got into Heaven. Still am, sometimes. But hey, i guess those cardinals and everyone were right about the enemy being evil and God rewarding us for killing them. Then some Godda...some foolish person working for the enemy poisoned my victory wine and killed me and pretty much everyone who's name i bothered learning. So, now here i am.