"Then
he created humans. Ours [angels] was designed to be a life of servitude
and worship... and bowing and scraping and adoration. He gave them more
than He ever gave us. He gave them a choice. They choose to acknowledge
God, or choose to ignore him. All this time we've been down here, I've
felt the absence of the Divine presence. And it's pained me... As I'm
sure it must have pained you. And why? Because of the way he made us.
Had we been given free will, we could choose to ignore the pain. Like
they do. But no! We're servants!"
"The
humans have besmirched everything bestowed on them. They were given
Paradise, they threw it away. They were given this planet, they
destroyed it. They were favored best among all His endeavors, and some
of them don't even believe He exists. And in spite of it all, He's
shown them infinite fucking patience at every turn. What about us? I
asked you... once to lay down the sword because I felt sorry for them.
What was the result? Our expulsion from Paradise. WHERE WAS HIS
INFINITE FUCKING PATIENCE THEN? IT'S NOT RIGHT, IT'S NOT FAIR. We've
paid our debt. Don't you think it's time? Don't you think its time we
went home? and to do that, I think we have to dispatch of our would-be
dispatchers."



