Angels have boring personalities. Full angels following the will of heaven are perfect in every respect and thus are the same in speech and action. They even look the same, faintly masculine and feminine. The perfect androgynous features seem to blend together.
Now, fallen angels are some what different. They have that same look and bearing, but they are misguided in their reasoning and do not follow the will of heaven. They have the same boring personality, but the things they do are interesting to see...from far, far away.
This one I knew was a mother to orphans. I talked to the kids "she" had adopted. Apparently "she" always said that "she came from overseas" as a rich widow with a fondness for children.
This worked out for a while. In fact, the only reason I was found out about it in the first place was because one of the 10 year old kids happened to do a photoshoot. Here is a picture from 1981, in this wedding, hired as a flower boy, because of his blonde hair, to match a couple of others. Then, in 1986, another wedding.
He hasn't aged a day. Same name, same face, 5 years apart.
So I went to see this orphan house for myself. When the angel and I made eye contact "she" seemed to know what I was here for. "She" shooed the kids out (I can still remember them, bouncing, excited, and giggling), made me some tea, and sat me down in front of her.
You must realize that there is no way to reason with an angel. Their train of thought is too "pure" to be tainted with a mortal's opinions. She tolerated my presence because I was only curious.
As "she" told me, "she" was the protector of children as a full angel. Protecting them from hot stoves, sickness, and bad luck.
Then one day "she" was told to let a group of children die as part of some train accident. After millennia of protection "she" simply couldn't let them go. The other children were really orphans, she needed them to disguise the fact some never left her house.
"So I kept them here. Young and joyful forever. I fell to keep them alive. I wasn't even missed up there...He just named another for my duties. When I finally 'die' I will go to hell and they will be returned to that place on the train. I am content."
Ah well, I suppose there's no reasoning with mothers in any world.
I met another at a crossroad in New Jersey. Driving down a lonely road lined by fields of corn, "he" was just standing there looking down.
I naturally stopped to talk. "He" had been standing there so long that cobwebs lined the outside of his coat. As I reached to brush them off, I saw past him...on a distant field the same angel that stood next to me and a girl, racing through the stalks without a care.
I looked back and forth a few times. It was the same angel, no doubt about it.
I tapped the angel on the shoulder, who suddenly stood straight up out of his reverie to look at me.
"What year is it?"
A shadow of an unknown emotion flitted across his face. "It's been 87 years." With that "he" looked down again, "Lenore..." and faded back into "his" dreaming.
The distant image, which had disappeared when I tapped "him", reappeared. I took him and laid him down in the field which, I suppose, no one else could see and drove off.
May his memories comfort him in his fall...
Angels rarely take positions of power. They don't see our government like we do. Since they communicate with each other on a soul to soul level, our posturing and speeches seem childish to them.
So it was with surprise when I saw an angel had taken over the Presidency of France.
I was sorely tempted to go talk with him, but one cannot simply fly to France and demand une interview with their leader. So I was confined to researching his background.
At the age of 20, the young man who was to be the president suffered severe injuries in a railway accident. It was likely then that he died. An angel had come down and possessed the dead body, keeping it "fresh" while controlling it.
I can see how this was necessary. If an angel fell today and tried to get ID, it would be marked somehow that he simply appeared out of nowhere. Moreover, an angel's perfect countenance would probably raise some uncomfortable questions about "his" lineage. Much easier to take over a body with a history.
But it was easy for me to spot him, even in the bag of flesh that is our body. Angels are perfect, they make no unnecessary movements, they do not change expression unless needed, they don't fidget, they rarely get angry, and they never, ever yawn.
I guess this angel had the thought of becoming a leader to unify the human nations, bring peace to earth, and ultimately make our life a paradise. It's a shame that "he" never thought through exactly how this was to be accomplished. Good and truthful people never succeed in politics.
A week later, the President was found dead in his office. I don't know if the body had been poisoned or if the angel just gave up. It doesn't matter.
That angel was pure, but foolishly naive all the same.
The last one, the big one, I met in the very room you are sitting in. It was a long time ago, to be sure, but that house's been around, and He lived a long time too (He is a "he", no doubt about it, just like the other guy up there).
I was reading stories of those who fell, just like you, and He appeared. He showed me a way to walk the earth to seek those stories forever, to give me a taste of what it's like to fall from grace into a quiet despair.
I took that way. I couldn't help myself, after all, He fell for understanding men better than we understood ourselves.
Well? Aren't you curious? Just call his name, you know the one. If you really want it, he'll give you the same choice he gave me, at a reasonable price too...