Haunted houses are an angelâs day job. The monsters in the closet wonât get the kids on my watch. Not again. I donât care if Iâm the last angel on earth, nothing will hurt them. Not. One. More. Time.
My first family to save here on Earth 3457. Different earth with darker demons. The mom called us. Her babyâs dead. I have to find out what did it. Typical sick case. But somethingâs off with these kids.
The warrior angels look down on us house cleaners. We do the hard work on the ground. All they do is fly around in their fancy Silverwings. So out of touch with reality. Or are they not as stupid as they seem?
All across the versions of earth, dark things keep haunting families. How are all these demons getting in the houses? Whoâs planting them there and why?