I'm an angel. Or, I was. My grace dried up and I'm not much more than human, and aaaaaall the other angels decided to say farewell to Earth and let Lucifer take over because my fearless leader decided he didn't want Michael to wear him as a coat.
So, I'm powerless, I'm essentially dying, and I've got a chip on my shoulder that I'm taking out on the nearest angel: you. And that's not really all that fair.