❝HOW ANGELS SLEEP. Unsoundly. They toss and turn, trying to understand the mystery of the living.
They know so little about what it's like to fill a new prescription for glasses and suddenly see the world again, with a mixture of disappointment and gratitude ... Also, they don't dream. For this reason, they have one less thing to talk about. In a backward way, when they wake up they feel as if there is something they are forgetting to tell each other. There is disagreement among the angels as to whether this is a result of something vestigial, or whether it is the result of the empathy they feel for the Living, so powerful it sometimes makes them weep.❞
- Nicole Krauss, The History of Love.
It was not too long ago for an angel, but eons back for any human.
Amongst the snowy white down of Seraphim and Cherubim alike the howls of 'GLORY' were reserved for every moment in time. There came first the beginning, and then the hopelessness of man, then the creatures downfall;
Falling deeper and deeper into desperation.
Because of this the angels began to fall to their beloved children of the Great One, mighty He, and down to Earth they tumbled to guide the creatures they loved the most. Of all the angels that fell, some were able to truly aid humanity...
And the rest of them, hidden, lurching and rotten, crumbled down into Demonhood.