Raziel smiled, "You are an angel now, and as such, you are in need of a name, a sign to attribute to you. You know my own sigils well enough by now to make out what this is - your rank and file, however, it is also who you are." He ran his nail over the horizontal line, "The Prince of Thrones, who," Raziel tapped the criss-crossing diagonals, and then the arrow at top, "rose up from his low standing through knowledge with his tutelage of another being, to ascend to heaven. The paper has your true name on it, or what could be it, once my brothers agree to it, which they will. You are Arignel. Close enough to your original human name not to confuse, but far enough from my lost brother's to not cause interference."