I don't hate you, Galiel. [Shaitan reaches a bloody hand up and strokes the side of the angel's face in a horrible parody of a brother's caress.] I hate him and all the rest of them who stole what was ours from us. I hate Dad. And I fuckin' hate that I can't take this out on that smug little fucker over there, the one who deserves to be hurting right now, because of what Dad did to protect him. And not you.

Doesn't that piss you off?