I saw this on Twitter and it tickled me. Partly because I wrote an entire essay on The Last Resurrection (which must surely be a contender for the definitive specimen of the “teenage story about a war between heaven and hell” genre) and partly because, yes, I was there. I remember that my own adolescent attempt to outdo John Milton went through a number of mutations: it started out as a mythological-creatures-live-among-us urban fantasy and somehow developed into an alien invasion story, based on the premise that the aliens were interpreted by humanity as God’s punishment. My teenage self thought that was a novel twist on the alien invasion theme… until I read War of the Worlds and found that the idea had been part of the genre since the beginning. Ooops.