One day... Jordi stopped saying rude things about humans.

No, really.

He stopped saying rude things about them, stopped randomly eviscerating the nastiest of them, even started to let some of his Servitors take human vessels. No more protesting ecological disasters. No more support of environmental causes. Nosireebob, this is a changed Archangel. He's even getting into all sorts of technological stuff now, especially (biotech and genetech) big guns. He's even cheerful, which is scaring the living life out of just about everybody else.

What, you think that he's gonna try to set up a super-plague and wipe out all of humanity? Please. He's an Archangel. No flouting of God's plan for this dude.

Humanity's doing it for him.

Jordi's seen a really secret corporeal report, and it's wonderful news. At present trends, humanity will be wiped out in thirty years. That's not a long time, really. It's just enough time to get gene samples for all the wildlife still out there, just in case his cleanup crews don't have much to work with. It's perfect: humanity kills itself off, Jordi puts the biosphere back together, the Fallen have an excuse to repent without losing too much face... and I suppose that we can reintroduce some humans, after it's all over. Twenty thousand or so sounds about right.

In the meantime, why be rude? The other AA's will all be admitting their mistake soon enough. No need to be petty. Let them have some meaningless concessions.

And, meanwhile, there's a Balseraph of Dark Humor out there, idly wondering exactly what kind of Word to ask for as a reward for Pranking a Archangel. It's amazing what kinds of official-looking nonsense you can come up with when you hang around Tartarus for awhile...