"I hear your angel hutting is going well," said the man who just appeared into the dark living room. Five others shot up and surrounded the man, who had a graying mustache and was a tad bit on the chubby side.
"Sit down you idiots," a woman with red pinned up hair said.
"Glad to hear you're willing to listen to reason."
"I wouldn't say I'm letting you live because of reason."
"Then what's your story?"
"Like I would tell you, Metatron. What did you come here for?" Abaddon asked.
"We both have similar motives."
"Is that what you think?"
"That's what I know. We both want to get rid of those angels and return things back to the way they're supposed to be. And I know how to do just that."
"What makes you want to turn against your brothers and sisters?"
"They have tainted Heaven. I am merely fulfilling my father's words."
"Alright, let's get talking."