There had never been a beginning. Heaven was eternal. The angelic host had always gathered as one to sing their praises in everlasting harmonies. Now cacophony reigned. Small groups twittered together over the loss of once-beloved companions who'd been cast down into a new realm, a dark abyss God had named Hell. Even the brightness of their memories was gone. What could have been fond reminiscences of angels were disrupted by the dissonance of their new names, a harsh and guttural clatter of syllables incompatible with their harmonious past: Hastur, Ligur, Beelzebub. Nothing of their old companions remained.

"That's not entirely true." The words, spoken by one minor Principality, did not go unheard. "One name is unchanged."