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Azazel descended into her Universe and saw that it was good, and its people were good. Tiny lines of coding slowly expanding and self-propagating, writing itself. It was beautiful, and her angels were beautiful, and her children were the most precious thing to her. It was peaceful here, thanks to the angels. War never broke out and conflicts that did start were quickly quelled by the Angels. Since the people had never known suffering, they advanced quickly. Soon her loving human children were creating machines in her image, synthetic humanoid children for her to fawn over. Then they spread, from the planet she'd placed them on to its moon, and from there to another planet, then another. Her angels had to find new ways to occupy their time, as they were rarely needed to intercede anymore. Nova was good, it was beautiful, it was her child.