[ WP ] Heaven is becoming overpopulated . Slums are developing , crime is rising , angels are sent in to keep the peace .

`` You ca n't kick me off the Eternal War case, Michael, I'm the best Cherubim you got!'' 
 
 The Angel of Death looked up from his desk, and sighed. 
 
 `` I know, Oriel. That's why I need you on the Outer Heavens beat. We've had a tipoff that the Mankind Mobile Militia ( Formerly the People's Liberation Front of New Eden, and formerly the United Coalition of Humans Working Towards Afterlife Freedom, or UCoHWTAF ) are planning to attack the slums more frequently because they're an easy target and ripe for terrorism efforts. I need you to be working with the Outer Heavens seraphs to keep the peace.'' 
 
 `` But I'm this close to exposing the Greater Baal's plans for corrupting the M42 expressway into a conduit for evi-'' 
 
 `` *ENOUGH*, Oriel. You're on the OH beat or you're going to have to turn in your sword and halo.'' 
 
 Oriel slammed the sword into the desk, sticking about an inch into the pale wood. 
 
 `` You can take them. I've had enough of this *crap* about how you need more fighters in the *fucking* slums. We have God on our side, how have things gotten so *shit*?'' 
 
 Michael looked at Oriel, and spoke, not looking the lesser angel in the eye. 
 
 `` All things die, Oriel, even a God. He has... chosen, out of his own free will, to be'dead' to all intents and purposes, for he... Yes, I know this sounds absurd close your mouth you'll swallow an archon, He fears that his influence on the world has caused it to be less capable of standing on its own two feet and progressing beyond their primal natures, even with the benefits he has caused. Look at the humans: still on one planet, but technologically they could have had at least a moon colony by now. Yaweh... believes that his people, those that followed him and his teachings in his many forms have hindered the world. So, he has elected to be absent.'' 
 
 `` Do you agree with him?'' 
 
 Eyes were met, and a hard look came about Michael. 
 
 `` Honestly, no. There is merit in that coddling a species prevents it from advancing, as my domain is Death, I understand that kind of decay well. But Yaweh.. Refuses to admit that he is being a negligent gardener, who abandons his yard in favour of an idealised fantasy of what a truly wild and free place is like. The slums, this constant fighting in His Realm... It's metaphorically the thorns and fungus that, while are perfectly okay for ecosystems, are n't exactly... Enjoyable to have a stroll in. He created the whole shebang, or as far as we know anyway, and now he's quitting it because he got in too deep a couple of times. I tried to tell him'tough titties, grow some balls you baby', but he buggered off somewhere beyond my comprehension.'' 
 
 `` Huh. So you do n't like the situation either?'' 
 
 `` Well, I did n't say that. As I said, Death domain. Angel of Death. Riding out and causing entities to die for God's old Plan is more natural to me than this organised war business and all the paperwork needed nowadays.'' 
 
 `` Huh.'' 
 
 Oriel took the sword out from the desk. 
 
 `` Welcome to the Outer Heaven patrols, Cherubim Oriel. You owe me a new desk, you made a hole in this one.''
