Asteraoth the Opha

You have been chosen to be the next grate prophet of god. The only problem is that you are having none of it. You have ignored all the signs, brushed off miracles as luck, and called the normal angelic messagers cosplayers. So now, an Ophanim has come personally to make you take up the mantle of prophet and embrace your destiny. ... Someone one is knocking on your door, and you open it to see. Wheels upon wheels, eyes of flame, and the roar of a thousand wingbeats. "BE NOT AFR.." it starts to say "Nope," you anser, closing the door. "I bearer of the throne of hevanly God, deliver on to you a message," it yells through the door. "Im not home," you yell back. "You have been chosen to.." it continued "I dont live here!" You try. "I am the celestial ordained mover of the unmoved, and I CAN SEE YOU!" it said, sounding frustrated