What does one think about when one hears the word angel? Do you see them as glowy Winged Humanoids, overworked suits, or for extra flavor, flaming wheels covered in eyes? Regardless of what (meta)physical traits one assigns to them, one thing is almost always consistent: they are paragons of virtue and honor. But what happens if they stop being so nice? Then we have a problem. See, when you turn your back on God (or the local variant) while knowing They're the real deal.