Key Zero: Lavi:
Not all angels end up lost in the Fallen City. Some of us get lost in the living realm. I know, because I am one of them.
Oh, sure. They might have written me off as dead in the great crash, but that isn't so. They found many bodies in the space between, but they didn't find mine. I was so battered and weak, that I couldn't even speak. I wasn't dead, however. I am just simply missing.
A nun took me in and nursed me back to health. Let me tell you now, she was pretty hot. In fact, my first word to her when I could speak again was, "Strike." I think I made her blush. However, I knew that I couldn't stay long. She may have been a nun, but she was also a human and a woman. The relations between humans and angels is taboo and I didn't think that either one of us would be able to control ourselves much longer. So one night, I slipped away when I was well enough to move on my own and never went back.
I survived on the streets by pick pocketing. Not really angelic of me, but I had to do what I had to do. You'll do anything for a meal and a place to sleep. I didn't think it could any better or worse for me.
And I met her…