It never made much sense to me, why the Heavenly Father granted Angels genders. It was like yet another set of problems, desires, pride. Even as I reigned in Court amidst my fellow feather, it was baffling. And just as it was on Earth, the two sexes bickered. Some sneered about the other, while the berated came back just as viciously--mostly out of sexual tension, no less. Of course, it wasn't limited to Male and Female. Initially, and largely due to the fall of Humans in Eden, most of the Heavenly Host chose to be Male. And even then Angels bared there weak hearts. As sure as the fallen cities of Babylon and Sodom--sin spewed its vile seed in the Angelic Heart. We were intangible... but so are emotions. Mayhaps, that's why I never chose. Now, as I write to you, I can understand why. But then it was almost too large of a decision to make, especially on a whim. Innately I knew how prone I was to do something otherworldly and all in the same breath, I knew I wouldn't handle it. So rumor spread. At first of me being that of the male-gender, and then others sneered that I might as well have been a woman (at the time Eve was still not thought too well of). It hardly bothered me. After all, it was their spots that were showing. Gossiping like old crones! In my own eyes, I was flawless. Thus bore out of my own heart, Sin.
--- So something became of Heaven and Hell and the Day We Fell afterall. Go me. It's still a very prominent story for me to tell, one that has involved a lot more than I could've fathomed and thusly is far more rewarded than ever imagined. Like everything else, the story continues to evolve, provoking free thought and idle questioning. We love it. As we love the depicted Thanaetl, sexless, flawless, faithless.