"I should hope so," Aziraphale replies with just a touch angelic defensiveness. His God didn't create an angel whose soul purpose was for sorrow and sacrifice! He huffs and then settles back down, fingers twisting in his lap.

Moloch doesn't have to spell it out. "I didn't have any friends, either," he replies with a soft, rueful smile. "I couldn't understand why, I was always polite, always willing to help others... maybe I was too different, even back then. My first friend was a demon. Isn't that funny? I felt more of a connection with him in the five minutes we spoke than all my time in Heaven."