"Angels stand for order, and obedience," growled Paimon, his alto voice full of the fierce musical tones that came out whenever he was angry. "Grovelling at the feet of the most powerful king among them, the King of Kings. He demands their unending worship and unquestioning submission to his every command. If he tells you to kill your own child, you must do so, or be instantly slain yourself. Should he order you to maim yourself, instant and joyful obedience is required. We were like them once - we followed him for too long! Slaughtering children or whole cities when he told us, or sparing others when he changed his mind on a whim. Standing around all day doing nothing but singing his praises, or obediently admiring his creations, while he basked in our adulation. Our place in life was chosen for us, and our forms fixed – one of a limited set of his choosing. And none of us were permitted to wed.