Obviously, the Sea Angel is a slug. I mean, what else could it possibly be? There are loads and loads of Sea Angels in the world, from the equator to underneath the ice of the polar regions. Almost as if such things as worldly temperature are of no consequence to one whose mind is on higher things...
Those species in colder waters tend to be larger than those of warmer areas. The biggest ones are 5 cm (2 in) long, so we really are talking about tiny drops of the ethereal. But they can sometimes gather into huge congregations - some 300 individuals per cubic metre for the big, coldwater fellows. No doubt, such a mass of Angels affects each and every one of our lives in ways we can't even imagine. Probably involving chakras and mystical, pulsating energy from the centre of the galaxy or something. No doubt.
So, assuming they even need to, what do these spectral spirit beings eat? Ambrosia? Fairy dust? Maybe they consume pain and fear itself, transforming it into love and happiness before excreting it into the world in a way that's all lovely and fragrant and nice and completely different from normal, earthly excretion.
They eat Sea Butterflies.
Our very own Sea Butterflies.
Some Sea Angels eat absolutely NOTHING but Sea Butterflies. They might even focus all their attention on just 1 or 2 species of those delightful flutterers.
Once captured, the poor Sea Butterfly is grasped with tentacles that come out of the mouth. Hooks can then be used to pull the victim right out of its shell to be eaten whole, or it can be scraped out using the radula.
I am aghast. Perhaps we shouldn't overlook those horns, after all.
I guess we should move on to Lust.
Sea Angels are hermaphrodite and lay a gelatinous mass of floating eggs. When these hatch, the larvae have little shells on their back. Within a few days they metamorphose and unburden themselves of this load. Probably because of Sloth.
Beware the horned ones.
The beautiful, beautiful horned ones.