“Opiekun, darling, come here please.” God calls. Opie walks in, robes swirling as they walk.
”Yes, My Lord?” They bow, averting their eyes. Seraphims were allowed to look at god, and them and only them, and while Opie was mainly a Seraphim, there was a mistake in their creation, leading to the “malformation” of the rings of a Throne around their head, leading them to be the only Seraphim in heaven not allowed to look at God.
”You have… disobeyed me.”
”How, may I ask, my Lord?”
”I give all angels three rules, and three rules only. 1, you’re only allowed to eat what I deem pure enough for you to eat, 2, you reflect my heavenly, perfect personality in everything you do, 3, and you do not. Ever. Interfere with my job on Earth-42. Can you tell me which one you broke?”
”I am afraid I cannot, Father.”
”You broke my final and most important rule. Do. Not. Interfere. You are a guardian Angel. The only work on the earths is protect your assigned people. Not do my job for me.”
”May I ask what I did, Father?”
”First, you are forbidden from using my name. You will call me Yahweh. Second, you interfered on earth. You gave the humans hope. I purposely ruined their world as punishment for their sinful works. I punished them because they did not keep me holy. You gave them hope! Opiekun! Look at me!” God forefully grabs Opie’s face, using their heavenly name against them, something reserved for the Lord’s anger. He forces their face up to look at him, burning them. It burned any angel but the Seraphims to look at the heavenly glory of the Lord.
”You gave them. Hope. I purposely removed that from their world. Now I have to go fix your mess. I hereby demote you.”
Opie cries out in pain as their title was stripped, leaving them as a fighter angel. Designed to kill, something Opie promised never to do as a guardian angel.
”Since you seem to like the earthly mortals so much, you can be one of them.”
God pushes Opie and they fall through the clouds. (+)