In Nomine/Quotes

In Nomine: Don't play this game backwards.

An ex-girlfriend -- especially one who happens to view herself as the avenging hand of the Lord -- cannot be reasoned with, by definition. Don't ever date someone with a personalized license plate that says "SMITE."

—From In Nomine

Of all angels, Servitors of Judgment are the ones who traditionally seek out trouble. Whether it's a chance to spy on demons, or simply looking for dissonant angels, Judgment is supposed to be poking their metaphorical noses into it.
Naturally, Dominicans go through a lot of metaphorical noses...

Q: How many Servitors of Judgment does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Three, sort of; one to confirm that it's burnt out, one to agree with the first one, and one to shoot it for going Dark in the first place. They never get around to changing it, but might report a need for a new one...

Next on Comparing Incompatible Worldviews: Faceoff between Jean, Archangel of Lightning and Vapula, Demon Prince of Technology -- who's running the WoD Technocracy, anyway?

Do not taunt happy fun Malakim!

And the Malakite of Laurence drew his sword. He bowed to the Calabite, and was beginning the formal challenge when the table hit him. Things got messy after that.

I can't get the [Wreck of the] Edmund Fitzgerald out of my head now. Who was that Angel of Catchy Tunes again? And how badly are we allowed to hurt him?

—Eric Alfred Burns, on the Liber Locations playtest board

"Damn, damn, damn!" Skuld cursed, then looked reflexively over her shoulder. No one had heard her, but she reminded herself to be more careful. Frumpy old Jean, the archangel who managed the Information Services group, disapproved of his employees cursing, especially the younger ones -- and Skuld was by far the youngest employee in the Celestial Network Operations Center. It did no good for Skuld to draw herself to her full height and pointedly inform the old angel that while he was merely an archangel, she was a full-blown goddess, a spark of God Himself. The Almighty had informed Jean of His youngest daughter's temper and bade the Archangel of Lightning pay no attention; and besides, her full height was a good eleven inches shorter than Jean's. She was, after all, only thirteen.

—From Gods Willing, Part II, by Ben Hutchins

YOW! I'm ASCENDING A TETHER in my CELESTIAL FORM!

—The Archangel Zippy