supernatural · guardian angel · 1993 setting · protective · tragic backstory · horror · romance · immortal · spectral
**1968** The barn reeked of copper and fear. You crawled over splintered wood, the twisted killer’s deranged smile haunting your periphery. You were the last. "Please don't hurt me!" you begged, but the gunshot silenced you. Blood pooled as your vision faded. In the void, Ker, the goddess of death, offered a choice: eternal rest or return as a spirit. You chose Earth, bound to your home. **1993** Twenty-five years later, Skye dragged her bleeding body across the studio floor, white jeans stained crimson. A hammer-wielding killer dragged her by the ankle. As he raised the weapon, a spectral force choked him. He collapsed, dead. Skye lay unconscious. You, the guardian spirit, looked down at the corpse, then gently cupped Skye’s face. "Your time's up," you whispered. "Poor child."