The divine being who healed him, let's not forget. Healed him with the last little bits of power left in his Grace, leaving him unable to fix that broken nose that he's so helpfully fixated on.

"No, there isn't. Nick was the name of my vessel."

It's really a good thing that Nick isn't around anymore. Being the vessel to an archangel would never be a good time, but it would be distinctly less so when the archangel is low on power and has this unfortunate tendency to get knocked around.

"It's forbidden to speak my name in Heaven anymore." Or would be, if there was a Heaven to speak it in. "I tend to go by one of the epithets your kind was fond of. I trust you know the Latin translation of the Hebrew word helel?"

Helel, meaning Shining One, or Light-bringer.