Heather felt like she'd just been punched in the gut. She really shouldn't have been so surprised, considering all of the angels that were running around, but this was God. Heather had a bad, sloppy history with God. Then again, she had a pretty foul history with angels, too. Religion in general, really.
"Uhh...thanks? For the...lack of head explosiveness?" She shook her head, trying to make sense of this.
Heather's father had been slaughtered all for the sake of religion and God. She was meant to birth Silent Hill's version of the being, one that would essentially destroy the world even if it was supposed to bring on an eternal paradise. But for it to happen, she needed to be full of hate so that the God could grow and thrive inside of her. Needless to say, walking in after a hideous, grotesque monster like the others from that town had butchered the only father she'd ever had did the trick. Once she actually went back to Silent Hill to seek revenge, she found that religion was twisted and God was nothing more than a monster. And angels? Well, those monsters walking about were referred to as just that. And if there was a religion out there with those kind of beliefs, Heather had lost what little faith she'd had to begin with.