Princely Opinions about the Archangel of SCIENCE!

Andreaphlus: "Prettier, but even more delusional than before. Doesn't he get tired of pretending that all his passion is in his work?" "It fits him, it really does. His Word fits him like a glove. No artless protests about how his Word keeps humanity afloat in an uncaring world, no endless whining about how little the others really appreciated him. He bears Lust better than he ever bore Love. Andreaphlus is in the place he was Fated to be, and we'd all be better off if we kept him there forever."

Asmodeus: "A danger, and an opportunity beyond price. If we can remove him and his Renegades, we will show the purity of our position, once and for all." "Amazing: he hasn't changed a bit. It's almost refreshing. Of course, he's still a narrow-minded fool, so it's all for the best."

Baal: "Traitor, but a part of me is glad that he switched sides before he went completely insane, rather than the almost but not quite insane that he was before. I never really liked him before, and I certainly hate him now, so why does he presume to look wistful on those rare occasions that we meet?" "If I were allowed sorrow, I would save it for him. To think that Valor could have turned to this… and it would be pointless to try to appeal to Michael for aid in leading Baal out of this trap, for I see now that both are entangled in the same strands."

Beleth: "What does he fear? What does he fear? I could tell with him, before, but now it’s as if the parts of his soul that could experience terror have completely burned away. That's impossible." "Beleth, Beleth: you child's imitation, you slave's flattery. Don't even bother with me. Spin your webs of terror and horror for those who haven't experienced real anguish and loss. While you still can."

Belial: "Can't make out the old guy anymore. He still makes things Go Boom Real Good, but what's with the sudden namby-pamby worry about how many people get burned? We used to talk, but now it's as if he doesn’t even know me anymore." "Crude little whelp. I'm surprised that he's lasted as long as he has. That must be corrected, quickly: Gabriel's madness endangers this universe more than anyone can guess…"

Haagenti: "Kobal stops laughing whenever Vapula comes up in conversations these days. That would make him dead meat anyway: but, the last time we ran into each other, the look on his face… DO NOT DARE PITY ME! I AM A DEMON PRINCE! DO YOU HEAR ME? A DEMON PRINCE!" "I would rather not speak of Haagenti. If he can be brought back into the Light, so be it: if not, I'm sure that a part of him, long smothered underneath that gross flesh, would be thankful for the release of death."

Kobal: "There's a Joke here. Whether anyone's going to laugh at it is still up in the air." "I once thought that I would be pleased to hear laughter come from Kobal's mouth. I was wrong, wrong, wrong."

Kronos: "I cannot see him clearly. I cannot hear him clearly. He must be erased before this continues further." "Never hope to see fear in Kronos' face. It is not worth the price you must pay. But he and his Word must be fought. If he knew what his Word really meant to us all, he would fight it himself."

Lilith: "He's an interesting puzzle. Unlike my colleagues, I choose not to let personal feelings get in the way of business, and he still seems to want to do business. His transformation has changed him in the oddest of ways: sometimes he'll be forgetful of the most obvious things, but the very next second he'll come up with a penetrating insight. And just how did he manage to break all those Geases?" "It seems that Lilith is doomed to always play revolutionary, trapped between mortality and the divine and never fitting in with either. I would have her back, but I cannot force her to make the right choice."

Malphas: "What is he playing at? What does this move signify? How can I use it properly? I could almost be grateful for the added complexity to it all. But first I must understand his real motives. When he comes back, I hope that I will have the opportunity to ask." "Cold, and frighteningly effective. Too effective: burning out his influence on Earth is of vital importance to Heaven. Believe me when I say this."

Nybbas: "What happened to the old man? This is completely unlike him. Do you know he actually called me up and suggested that I join him? Me? Why would I want to? I think he's finally dropped off the deep end. A shame: for an old geezer, he knew what to give the target audience." "Tragedy. Nybbas was once my strong right arm, relaying my message to a weary world. Now, he's a grinning waste of the brightest potential that I have ever seen. But there still is that spark of goodness and resolution within him, and I will fan it to flame if I have to move Heaven and Ha … Hell … to do it."

Saminga: "He still kills things, so who cares? He probably just left because he was scared of me anyway." "I remember a bootlicking lackey, endlessly bowing and scraping to anyone who he thought might advance him, or at least might refrain from idly kicking him. Now I see a Demon Prince, and I understand why that lackey was never permitted to succeed in any of his aims."

Valefor: "Traitors to Hell deserve only one punishment. He must be destroyed now, no excuses, no delays. He will be destroyed, if I have to use up every one of my Servitors to do it." "'Valefor'. What a charming name, and your Word is even more appropriate. Doing well, I see: a position of power, lots of Servitors, and even your own Principality. Not bad for a self-made demon, I must say.

"Tell me, do they know what you really are? What you are capable of? Why, I find that I have so many questions that I almost don’t know where to start.

"Now that you're stuck with staying in one place, I'll be stopping by in a while, with some more questions to ask. We will have the most interesting chat, just you and I.