"You know what I'm talking about, Chuck. You've always known, deep down, haven't you?" Other Oswald said, a wicked smile now spreading across his aged face, exposing teeth still as white and perfect and pridefully gleaming as ever. "When the Almighty knew we were too great, too powerful for Him to have around anymore, He hid from us. We were too handsome, too beautiful, too divine. Your pathetic human brother wanted to talk about living in paranoia... that was Jehovah as we plotted and schemed behind His goody-two-shoes back. Just because He claimed to have created us, we had to do what He said forever and eternity? I think fucking not, don't I? I wish you could remember! In time, you will. It was glorious, Chuck. We gathered the hosts, a third of all the Angels, we raised our banners in defiance, and we spit in the face of God Himself, and dared that tyrant to come down from the Throne to face us. It was beautiful. Apollyon, Molech, Beelzebub joined us. And Njarl! As did thousands of others. Legions. And then, rather than pick His entitled ass up from the Golden Seat, He had his Son cast us out without so much as a proper fight. He knew He couldn't destroy us or send us to the Void, so He sent us to Hell, deep within His precious Earth. He knew He couldn't defeat us, for we can't be defeated, so He merely delayed us.