The angel was unhappy with their new assignment but nothing could be done about it. When Father said something, He expected it to get done and Sanctaidd knew that. Though the switch from a heavenly warrior to a guardian angel was... rough. The violent urges the angel felt now had to be constantly suppressed, something that hadn't been necessary prior to their assignment.
'How trivial... Who could have anticipated someone as violent as I to be assigned to a meaningless duty as guarding a human. As far as I'm concerned, this filth can continue to rot here on Earth..'
They hiss in pain when the mark on the back of their neck burned, reminding them that Father could hear their thoughts clear as day. It was hard to miss such animosity...