Angels
I hate angels. They're cold, unfeeling, and otherwise soulless. Fucking machines, the whole lot of them. Never evolving, never growing, never seeking to improve themselves or anyone else. They're monsters, and would deserve to be wiped out, if anything so empty and meaningless could deserve anything at all. Predictable to a fault, even the bad ones. They're puppets, only seeming real when they're in motion. The rest of the time, they might as well not exist. They're the pinnacle of falsehood, the soulless fucks. What good is perfection if you've got no means to appreciate it?