The demiurge's own angels: three hundred and sixty-one of them at the moat, three hundred and sixty healed after it, and one who refuses.
The 361 at the moatch. 36
To cross the scalding river, Yaldabaoth opens a portal and yanks his angels out “like rope clogging a pipe.” They try to flee by flight, and he tears them by the wings; they try to run, and their bones are boiled in the cold grip of his claws; they plead “in their corrupted seraphic tears and cries,” and he sews their eyes and mouths shut. He binds their hands and feet into a hanging bridge “made of his saintly angels,” thanks them “not once, but twice,” and slithers across their squirms. When he sinks in the tar of the second moat and calls on them, they cannot answer: their wings are torn, their bones like broth, their eyes and mouths sewn.
Redemption and the 360ch. 36
Back in his heaven, Yaldabaoth breathes out a new star named Redemption, to heal any of his three hundred and sixty-one angels “who are willing to forgive themselves for shaking from wounds blessed unto them by God's will.” Three hundred and sixty are healed: the stitches at their eyes and mouths undone, their bones strengthened, their wings sutured back on and blessed into flesh “in the name of the Demiurge, Yaldabaoth.” See Redemption.
The one who refusesch. 36
One angel denies Redemption's aid. He is “the most able to forgive himself,” but he is left wingless and broken, hating the demiurge and his creation and feeling betrayed. He is cast down to Earth like a meteor, and “his name is Curse.” See Curse.
Pawnsch. 36
The woman of shadow sews words from the moon into Yaldabaoth's sanity: “You and your false angels are as pawns, your will unto these two you bless is against your own.”
A different 361ch. 36
The same chapter opens with “whispering councils of three hundred and sixty-one demons” who tell the demiurge to bridge the river. The text counts them separately from his angels.
Note: distinct from the true angels, who hang by their spines from the stars.