They were no saviors of mankind. Humanity may have thought angels to be protectors, kind and loving and benevolent, but it wasn't true. They were tools of God, weapons capable of both defense and terrible offense. If Father were to say to him to raze the cities of man and sow them with salt once again, Bezthiel would have done it. Bez did whatever his Father told him. Or did he?<br/><br/>Could a loving God truly have told him back before the beginning of time to tempt man with sin? Wouldn't a loving God have wanted all of His creation to be happy, free from fear? And shouldn't His servants be pure as He was? Ah, but Bez knew sin so intimately. He knew demons and angels, humans and nephilim that had all given into him and the things he had to offer. But Bezthiel wasn't Lucifer and he didn't actually want any of them to take anything from him. It was simply his duty to offer.<br/><br/>He streaked toward the mortal plane, the Prime, passing through the increasingly empty and war-readied circles of Heaven and Hell. Above, it was just another oddity in the sky, a slash of bloody red and rusty brown. A plummeting band of color that solidified and condensed into Bez, just a normal, middle aged man, hands in his jean pockets, looking for trouble and someone to offer... 'assistance' to.