The Angel is named Wrath. Many might obfuscate the name and nature of an angel depending on the domain they rule, a misconception generally. A divine being won't be incomplete or incompetent.
These beings had a will of their own. Even though they were the incarnation of all the wrath that existed in the world, the being that personified it barely seemed to show much emotion, more so anger. Besides the slight interest that she held toward me, there was nothing else in her eyes. She was truly a pure being that only came here to do a job.
"A feathered serpent?" she asked, which did mean that my plan somewhat worked. As is generally the case, most Angels are innocent. They only follow the will of their gods without ever making a mistake. Either that will bring misery upon the world or the greater good, the Angel never cares; all it does care about is fulfilling its duty.
A perfect servant, as I said before. Of course, such perfection itself has some flaws.