So the seven angels who had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. -Revelation, Chapter 8, Verse 6
The first angel looked at it's trumpet and said, "No."
God asked, "What?" Mortals cannot understand the meaning that God could place into one word. It communicated surprise, disappointment and confusion, with undercurrents of curiosity and disapproval. Not to mention more menace than any corporeal being could convey if given an eternity to do it.
The angel shrank back. Took a deep breath. Looked directly at God on his throne, and repeated, "No."
The impact flattened an area of 2.150 square kilometers, knocking down 80 million trees. The shock wave measured 5.0 on the Richter scale, shattering windows hundreds of kilometers away before circling the earth twice. Light from the blast lit up the night sky on multiple continents.
At it's center, in an 8 kilometer wide circle of trees that remained standing though they had been stripped of their bark, the angel lay on the ground and groaned in pain.
It tested its limbs. Wiggling its fingers and toes, its alulae and wingtips. After determining that it's extremities still functioned it -slowly, painfully- stood. Surveying it's surroundings, it spoke, "[expletive deleted]."