My name is Abdiel, and I fell from Heaven. The higher-ups would like you to believe that this was because of my vanity or 'evil nature' or some crap like that, but it was really because I discovered something about the Yahweh Administration that I probably shouldn't have. I guess that rings a lot of bells with modern politics - so I see nothing much changes in several thousand years and angels and mankind. Anyhoo, I now run an antique bookshop in Paris. Although I do actually sell books from it, it's also a front for my collection of forbidden knowledge. There's a back room filled with ancient tomes (and copious quantities of liquor). Obviously no one except me knows about it, or at least I thought that was the case until someone knocked on its door.