You remember the darkness
This was the darkness of an evil world, the darkness of a world that had never known light. Some of your kin, perhaps even you later mastered the shadows and created them but none of them was able to evoke the skies of your creation. They shaped ordinary darkness, the black of a crow's wing by an overcast moonless night. This blackness, this void, these darkness, they were not absence but presence. Dark that was more than hatred of the light, cold that was more than privation of heat, desire that was more than simple whim of the flesh and soul.
And in the darkness and over it and deep below it, in the waters that were not waters over which flew the spirit of God, swam all the monsters of legends past and future: Tiamat, Ymir, Apep that lusts over the Sun and proud Erebus draped in everlasting night. They dreamt worlds of nightmare, forests of flesh, seas of acids, of lesser gods dancing to the tune of a pipe unseen and peaks of basalt with windowless towers.
A simple goal was given to you by your Maker: Create something like these dreams but unlike it and use the Dreamers for that. And so you went to war, nine billions and nine millions and nine thousand and nine hundreds and ninenty nine Bene Elohim against whole aborted universes.
You won this war, so decisevely you forgot violence. You created wonders, a worlds of multiples layers separated from God, a world where things are and are not, have different causes. A whole universe richer than the previous one you consigned to the flame. And crown of this jewel are Woman and Man,b your latest creation and your first insoluble problem.
For your Maker said to you and your kin: Love Man and Woman but stay hidden from them. And from that seed frustration grew until discord was rife among the Heveanly Host. For you saw humanity squander its potential and be nothing more than clever animals. And you enraged to not love them openly among all the others things you created.
Now you and your brothers look upon a heated debate in the palace of Ahrimal Angel of Fate, he says he sees a catastrophe on the horizon. An event that will change everything. He wants to act and Belial Angel of the Deep is with him. Laila the Angel of Air and Usiel the Angel of Death wants to still continue to obey the decree.
Even the presence of Lucifer Morningstar the First Among You does not end the debate. The Lightbearer sides with Ahrimal and advise rebellion.
You are but one angel among the Host, still stunned by the proposition of the greatest among you. What will you do.
Screw that for the moment what sort of Angel are you?
Angel of the First House : The Heralds: Angel of Fire and Commandement, kin to Lucifer himself, you are respected among the host as the nearest to God's own authority
Angel of the Second House: The Guardians: Angel of Healing and Air you fashioned living creatures from clay and mastered the winds of paradise. Healer and Judge none doubt your commitement.
Angel of the Third House: The Primals : Angel of Earth and the Forge, you built the world from gravity to base earth. You are dependable but not respected but you know your work best of all Angels and you created Space and the Paths that criss-cross it.
Angel of the Fourth House: The Fates: Angel of the Stars and Patterns you set things in motion be they migrations patterns or stars' ellipses. Perhaps the most beautiful of the Host you See the futures and weep at what you foresee
Angel of the Fifth House: The Oceanids: Angel of the Waters and Inspirations you sing your feeling to the waves you crafted shaping both waters and dreams under your fingers. You love humanity more than any angel and you would see it dream and join you in the pleasure of creation.
Angel of the Sixth House: The Wilds: Angel of Life and Beasts you are one of the most straightforward of all Angels, you created life be it plants or animals and let it loose. Your link to the savage world familairize you with violence but you are despised for your down to earth attitude.
Angel of the Seventh House: The Reapers: Angel of Darkness and Death, only humanity has been for the moment not placed under your purview and you are happy for it. Your blade which ends life is despised by the Host of Creators but you know your purpose and works to the coming of the mysterious Second World God has promised will be your greatest achievement.