I just wanted to ask

       “Sorry, Your Almightiness, but… Why “Crawly”? What does it mean? No, I’m fine with the name, I just wanted to ask. … Wow, wings. Why only two of them? That guy over there has eight. Can I have at least four? And are they only available in this colour? Well, I don’t know what other colours you’ve created, but what about coating? Like, glossy, matte, frosting, metallic… None? No, I’m not complaining, I like the white, but isn’t it okay to ask? Why are you smiling? And why are you keeping silent? Ain’t you almighty and all-knowing? You’ve created us, and in my honest opinion, the result is pretty cool. But I still have a couple of questions, and whom should I ask but you? Or does your silence mean something? Like, I should look for an answer by myself? Or ask someone else? Okay, I’ll go ask. “How do you do? What’s your name? Sandalphon? Cute, but ain’t it a bit too long? What about “Sandy”? It’s more convenient. … No, really, I’m not making fun of you, I just wanted to— Ouch! Why? Shouldn’t we be good and kind like our creator? … Looks like a no. “Hello! Can I ask you? Are you a different type of angel? What is it called? … Pardon? Was it a “sickling sheriff”? Sorry, I don’t hear you well, could you say it just a tiny bit clearer? Your wings are flapping really loud. … Why do you shout? I’ve got it, you are a six-winged seraph, pleased to meet you. Wow, and I thought you had eight wings—they flutter so much it’s hard to tell. May I ask? Ain’t you troubled by so many wings? Doesn’t it take too much effort to flap them all? … No, I have just one tongue, but I handle it well. God gifted me with a mastery of the tongue, so I must use it to ask questions, shouldn’t I? Here, you have wings, so you fly. I have a tongue, so I ask questions. It’s only logical; why would you feel offended? … Oh, he took it badly and flew away. “Excuse me, guys, can I join your discussion? I have just one question! Did you leave that part of outer space empty and formless on purpose, or were you simply out of creativity? It seems to me, a couple of extra constellations will fit there just fine. Would you mind if I— Okay, I got it, I shut up. I’ve just asked… Why should they be so nervous? If they don’t want me to ask, I will do as I deem right without asking them. “Archangel Gabriel, I know you are very busy, but I just want to ask! They say we have a major project ahead, called Earth. Is it true? And it will include funny thingies called ‘humans’, right? … Who says? Everyone. Well, what I wanted to ask is, can I teach them to talk? … What? They’ll learn by themselves? Okay, I just got the impression that we need to help them, don’t we? So I could— Me? Unbearable? Why? I was made by God, so I must be good, right? … Good, but unbearable? Don’t you think that it doesn’t make sense? … Okay, I go away. Um. Can I fly to where you’ve told me to go? … Ouch! Why can’t I ask? “Hey, excuse me, what’s your name again? Hastur, right? You have a stain on your wing. … No, I don’t mind, I just want to ask if there are more of them in the place you’ve gotten them. Can I have one or two, too? I like it. It looks creatively different, doesn’t it? So, you don’t like white colour without shades, do you? Cool! And you don’t like when others forbid you to ask questions, do you? … No? What a pity. So where is it? … What, you won’t tell? But why? Because I’m a chatterbox? No, I’m not, I’m just asking— Where are you? Won’t you answer me? “Ouch! No, I wasn’t spying, I merely followed Hastur! I just wanted to ask. You’re Archangel Samael, aka Morningstar, aren’t you? I heard a lot about you. Is it true that once you landed on Michael’s head accidentally? Oh, it wasn’t an accident? And not once? Is it why Archangel Michael doesn’t like you? … So, what was I going to ask? Ah, right, where did you pick up such stylish black wings? Can I have them too? … Wow, they’ll be distributed tomorrow? Cool! When? Where? After the eighth psalm? Got it. Right in the First Sphere of Heavens? Interesting. And what will we do? Ask questions? Yay, that’s what I’m an expert in! What sort of questions? A whole list of? May I have a look? “Why is slavish obedience considered good while proactivity is evil?” Just a sec, I have a question. What does evil mean? I’ll see it tomorrow? Good. And what about “sin”? And what— Tomorrow as well? Great. So many questions will be answered at once! Guys, you are great, you know it? Can I hug you? … No? Why? Hugs are for pansies? I’ve never heard that. No, I don’t disagree, I’ve just asked. See you tomorrow, then. “Oops. Guys, really, why do you grab swords without talking first? I don’t hold it against you, but my comrades over there—and me too—want to ask… What, you’re sick and tired of me already? No, angels can’t possibly be sick. Or tired. I’m never tired of asking questions, for example, and today I have a long list to… Yikes! Where are you dropping me? Why is there a lake of boiling sulphur? What did I do to deserve it?! I just wanted to ask— ”