I smiled, oh my brothers, but how I hated him. He was head honcho, big cheese, grand panjandrum and didn’t he know it just. He smiled the expansive smile of a perpetual winner and his happiness was sickening to normal, that is to say lesser, types like me. Not that I let on, oh no. Foremost of the archangels, and captain of the heavenly host my job was to look magnificent and adoring and to do his bloody will whenever he expressed an opinion. He had a lot of opinions, cryptic and unknowable, but the ones concerning the physical realm, the human race, the dirtball little planet of water and mud and living clay, those opinions were sweet and smiley and joy joy joy.