But there was another angel who was much much different than our dear Aziraphale whom we had learned of before this. In the same lines to be assigned to positions and assigning archangel, it became clear to all those unfortunate enough to be around that this angel did not have patience as a virtue.
He leaned over to the angel in front of him. One who had slicked black hair and gleaming eyes and asked in a mocking tone "Why you think they are taking so long? Think it has anything to do with the fact that it took God a whole day to create light and darkness yesterday when it only took her one day to create the heavens and the Earth. Talk about not spreading out your work am I right?"
The angel in front of him flashed his golden deerskin eyes with obvious annoyance before whispering harshly "Quiet! You shall not question the Almighty! What are you thinking you annoying pathetic excuse for an angel! I don't know what you are planning but do not rope me into your little scheme!"
The angel rolled his eyes in response and tossed his auburn locks of hair behind him. "Sheesh, I was just kidding mate! No need to go all crazy!"
The only thing he received in response was a clearly annoyed humped. But the angel with hair to fit his personality continued to berate the poor angel in front of him. His over the top reactions were just too much fun.
"I think we got off on the wrong wing. I apologize for that."
"Quiet!" The angel in front of him hissed.
"But I was just thinking that lines and only have what eight archangels is a bit slow-moving don't ya think? All I was saying was why didn't the Almighty make an Archangel for everyone or just make us as the archangels got through their little petty lists. Then we won't have to wait so long."
"Because that is not how hierarchies work! I said quiet. I am asking nicely. Please stop bothering me. Please!"
"But as an angel don't you believe in the great plan and all that! So with that logic you being placed in front of me is destiny or something like that?"
" I said quiet! And besides, you are an angel so won't you-ah never mind-why am I still discussing futile matters with you! Shut up!"
"But aren't you Seraphim? So with that logic aren't you supposed to be helping me?"
"You are Seraphim too!"
"Which of the archangels do you think will be my right-hand man? Gabriel is too freaky for me but Uriel seems like she has a cool head. Whatcha think sandman?"
"No, you have it all wrong! You are their right-hand man! Now, will you please stop asking questions now is really not the time!"
"But come on sandman! I was just born like ten hours ago give me a break! I have so many questions!"
"Well ask them to your assigned Archangel and not to me!"
"Well, why not you? Aren't Seraphims the right-hand man of the archangels? So shouldn't you know everything your assigned archangel knows sandman?"
"Shut it!"
"Alright, sandman! No need to get all personal! Just asking some questions!"
"You are a Seraphim and you are not supposed to be asking questions! It is improper of an angel with your status! You should be answering questions not asking them!"
"So sandman with that logic we should have the same roles correctamundo?"
"Yes! Did you hear a word I just said? And stop calling me sandman!"
"So why aren't you answering all my questions sandman? Or did you leave your undying angelic patience in your cloud?"
Much to the angel's relief, Gabriel called over the angel nicknamed sandman over to him who would become his right-hand man and much to the amusement of the taunting angel and the embarrassment of the poor angel was stuck with the name Sandalphon.
The red-haired angel could not help but laugh when Gabriel said this.
"Fits you perfectly sandman! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Sandalphon rolled his hands up into fists and proclaimed loud threats to the angel before Gabriel wagged his finger in his face.
"Sandalphon! Just what do you think you are doing! What happened to your undying angelic patience or did you just leave it in your cloud to come here?"
"I was just-I-but he-arrgh...yes Gabriel sir. My deepest apologies. I will try better."
"You are forgiven Sandalphon."
The flaming haired angel was slapping his knee with gitty laughter.
"You tell him Gabe!"
Gabriel glared his eyes turning a dark violent purple for the first time in response to this. This glare was so powerful it would have made trees shake and lions bow before him. But to the red-haired angel it was nothing but a joke designed to make him snicker louder.
"Oh your eyes change color with mood! Why don't I have that model? Can I please have my eyes do that thingy too? Maybe mine can turn into animal eyes too! Won't that be something? Whatcha think sandm-"
He was interrupted much to the relief of all those around him by Raphael. It had slipped the red-haired angel's mind that he was now at the front of the line.
"Oh Raphy! Am I your right hand man?"
"Firstly don't call me Raphy! It is Raphael followed by sir. Secondly yes you are my right-hand man!"
"Why not? It is just a nickname! Nicknames hurt no one! Also, why is your name Raphael? Can your eyes do that cool Gabriel thingy too? What's my name? What is my assignment? What is the Garden of Eden? How does this whole hierarchy thing work? Why are you an archangel? How does one become an archangel? Can I be one? It is like a secret initiation thingy? Do I have to do a little dance or sing a song? Not a big fan of celestial harmonies though but I can settle from some bebop. That is a word I just made up! Pretty cool ey Raphy? Why are the walls so white? Y'all need an interior decorator in here or somethin and also I was wonde-"
"Okay! Okay! Stop asking questions! Please!"
"Ah! So it is an invitation thingy?"
They then proceeded to do the physical, obedience and emotional tests but much to Raphael's dismay the angel in front of him would not stop asking questions holding up the lines and testing Raphael's angelic but thinning patience.
Finally, it was over. Raphael shoved some books into his hand explaining what they were and for.
"So I have to read these all tonight? What about sleep?"
"We have a scheduled rest day on the seventh day of creation. You can sleep if you choose then."
"Seven days! But that it is sooooo loooong from now. We should be able to sleep every three days at the very least right Raphy?"
"Stop calling my Raphy and you are an angel who doesn't need sleep. You will survive. Trust me. But what you do need to do is stop asking questions!"
"Can I ask one more question?"
"You just did."
"What is my name Raphy?"
"I am not telling you until you stop calling me that awful name and address me by my formal archangel name which is Raphael followed by sir!"
"Okay Raphael sssir!" The angel said showing his teeth as he said full of sarcasm.
"Your name is Cassil."
"Hate it! Can I please change it Raphael ssssir? Maybe something with an ssss at the front Raphael ssssir?"
Raphael paused seeming to have a moral argument within himself and looked up at the endless ceiling for guidance. He proceed to dismiss the angel who continued to berate him with question after question along with obsessive whining over his name until Raphael had to hold his hand and walk him to the exit.
That night Cassil found out his first love was asking questions. His first hatred was reading. What was the point of it anyways?