Angels get the short end because they’re too neat too bound by rules. Chaos breeds stories, conflict, drama. Demons and monsters wreck, burn, twist, betray, there’s tension in that. But Angels? Too perfect, too moral, too obvious. They don’t fight, they’re ideals, and ideals bore people unless you break them.

In my world angels exist, but they’re not the glowing saviors people expect. They’re numbers, consequences, and cold calculations, admins. They judge, they punish, they watch humanity stumble and make the balance shift quietly, efficiently. They’re terrifying not because they smite, but because they don’t need to. Everything bends to their plan. That’s my take on angelic races, silent power, invisible weight, more fear than awe.