I am Angelos. This is not my baptismal name at all. To tell the truth, I wasn't even baptized, in the way you understand it. Angelos is my profession. Don't ask me if being an Angelos is a profession, because I don't want to answer with the cliché "it's a calling!". If you find a better word for something you dedicate twenty-four hours a day to, for something you take orders for and report to your superiors while performing it, let me know. Regardless of the fact that I don't get paid, I have no insurance, medical care, or paid leave.
How? What did you say? It's not a job, it's a duty? Fine, we'll leave it at that. Angelos is my duty. My real name is Paradeisakis. I don't have a surname, just like no other colleague does. The name Paradeisakis was given to me by the Great when I was born and they were trying to decide what to call me. A council was convened, consisting of the Great and his three assistants, the Archistrategos, the Archinavyarchos, and the Archipterarchos. The Archistrategos suggested calling me Chrysofa because my hair was blonde like gold. It was rejected as overly sweet and the Archistrategos was very offended. The Archinavyarchos proposed the name Gorgofteros, noticing that my wings looked like they would be abundant and fast. It was rejected, he said, because it resembled an Indian name.
Then the Archipterarchos, who was also a TV enthusiast, suggested the name Charlie, from a series that was on TV when he was young. However, the Great strongly refused and said that Charlie's Angels were no longer fashionable and that I should be given a classic name. For example, like Chanel's tarts. To cut a long story short, the Great's opinion prevailed. No, they didn't name me Chanel; they called me Paradeisakis, which would constantly remind me of my origin and my ending.