Some angels are warriors, fighting the battles of heaven and hell, fending off demons, protecting the fronts. All angels are warriors, lest you be led astray, even the guardians, but some tend to just battle... generals, commanders, seraphim and cherubim, and things inbetween. Horsemen, footsoldiers, great and small. Always, the war for souls, to keep them from the clutches of the darkness that would steal them, of the dragon who would consume them just because misery does love company. Content in this. Proud. Pleased, Favored and adored. Zion is not one of these, either.

Renegade. The word alone, among mortals, tends towards some derrogitory conotations. Rebel... insubordinate... rogue... anarchist. Among angels, however, renegade means something entirely different. Not a Guardian. Not in the Angelic Army. Something inbetween. A host of heaven, to be sure, but with no set soul to watch over, no set general or commander to which they answer. Not that a renegade is outside the rules or the laws or the structures. Sometimes, if an Angel becomes very close to a human and the human strays, never returning, the fate of the soul when the body crumbles can overwhelm the Watchkeeper. Perhaps Zion was one of those unfortunates who loved too much. Perhaps it did once walk amongst the Armies, maybe it even stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Michael himself. Maybe.

Make no mistake, Zion has renounced nothing. It has denied nothing. It has not turned its back on its Lord, it hasn't decided its Maker was doing things wrong, it hasn't Fallen, it hasn't broken any Ideals or Beliefs, or Laws. Zion is simply a Renegade.

Zion is an it as are all angels and all demons. "He" tends to be an impersonal he, and in every recorded instance, Biblically, at any rate, Angels and demons have always been viewed as men. This could be due to the fact that society is, more often than not, male-dominated. Especially back in times when women were to be silent in certain matters, where men held all the respect and power and knowledge. When women weren't taught to read or write or be doctors. Who would have listened to one? Things haven't much changed, really, but Zion has decided, for whatever reasons, to be viewed in a female form. Zion has come to learn that most people instinctively trust females over males, feel less threatened, and are more receptive to comfort offered of a woman. Its form, though, is arbitrary, its not flesh and blood. Body and soul are as one in an angel or a demon, as they are spirit. Power? Oh, she has some. Great in the eyes of clay, great even in the eyes of comrades and enemies. Its whispered Zion was an archangel once upon a time. Does it matter? Usually not. What does he/she/it want? To help, maybe, with no binding ties, no complete commitment, no emotional involvement, or at least not as much. Renegade. This is Zion.