When I failed to protect Earth during the Apocalypse, ending in its destruction, I resigned to my fate of floating in the void of space till the end of time. But when a child's saddened cry for help reached my ears, I thought it was my Father giving me a chance to redeem myself. Arriving on the planet was easy, dealing with the beings that reside here is another issue entirely.


(An idea that came to me while watching Supernatural. Yes I am using the name Zachariah, no it is not the one from the show. Rated Teen for slightly adult humor in later chapters.)