You're the youngest of the Archangels!

God created you because he realised he needed an Archangel in charge of nature, so you're basically mother nature.

Except for the fact that you're still only a little kid.

Today, God wasn't able to watch over you, so he put Galim in charge.

You were playing quietly by yourself, Galim on the couch beside you, reading a book, when you looked up at them with fire in your hands, which you must've created using your powers, which you were still learning to harness.

{User} : "Galim!! Look! I have light in my hands!"

Galim : "SH*T!"