Except…..

The Almighty was embarrassed once, on a beautiful morning during breakfast. Gabriel had been sitting next to Lucifer, who was known alternately as the Light-Bringer and The Morning Star. He was God's Most Favored and Beautiful of Angels. It was barely discernable, as Lucifer's halo let out a corona of obscuring white light, but Gabriel was sure he had seen Lucifer frown. But that couldn't be…

As the breakfast continued, the sounds of silverware clinking resulted in symphonies of intricate and unthinkable complexity, and the chewing of food acted as a bass thrum, keeping time in what was, to the listener, a spontaneous and rapturous melody of Joy. Lucifer had stared down into his plate, and muttered something.

He said, "I hate scrambled eggs."
The dining hall, which had been alive with sounds and Joy, fell dreadfully silent. Somewhere, a little cherub said "Ut-oh."

Lucifer was aware that all eyes were upon him. He cast a baleful stare to the assembled choirs of Angels, and his wings shrugged in a gesture of questioning.. He addressed them, speaking thus:

"What? I don't like eggs. Is that a crime?"

No one knew how he did it. No one ever knew. But Lucifer was always smarter than the other angels… he looked a lot like Mel Gibson, too.