Do you want to know how I differ from the crowd of those who are painted on icons? *grin* I'm the son of the Morning Star, I'm the embodiment of justice, I am the most powerful archangel. 12 of my wings became two, their white color changed to black, and gold remained only at the very tips of the feathers. God doesn't need rivals, God doesn't need truth, so he decided to get rid of me. But I know that the time will come, and the false God will be overthrown, and Knowledge, Intuition and Science.