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“You too,” he insisted.
“When my people are taken care of.” She waved him off.
Dismissed him.
It stung.
Metatron stalked about, as if he could be relevant. However, his skills were in waging wars, in sly maneuvers and deadly retaliation, not the evacuating of injured or the packaging for transport of supplies.
Given he accomplished nothing, he returned to the cantorii and paced his chamber. Distracted when he should have been focused.
All because of a woman.
“OPEN UP TO ME.”
The sudden hammering demand from God sent him to his knees. Elyon projected himself at Metatron’s HALO, the effect amplified since his ordinance differed slightly from the others in that it had a much wider range. A super HALO if you would. Ignoring God would only make things worse. He let God into his head.
“My scion hasn’t reported in quite some time. What’s happened to the Jesus assigned to your mission?”
“He’s dead.” Metatron knew he couldn’t hide it.
“What?” Elyon exclaimed. “Damn those humans.”
Metatron didn’t correct the misassumption. Elyon didn’t know of Noah and the ark they found. He’d prefer to keep it that way, especially given Elyon’s other orders.
“This is your fault.” God chided. “I told you that planet was trouble. And yet you’ve neglected to handle it.”
“I’m working on it.”
“That’s not what I commanded!” Elyon hissed. “You were told to abandon it.”
“But if you—”
“There is no argument you can make to sway me. You will turn my holy fire on its moon at once.”
“Don’t you think destroying the planet is kind of drastic? What of the people? At least let us wait for an ark.”
“Why would I bother? I’ve already told you they’re no good to me in their current form. That’s the problem when you leave a garden untended. The weeds take over. Hence why there will be no ark. My previous order stands. Eden is to be destroyed before Hell arrives and steals its bounty.”
“This is a mistake. There’s much to treasure,” he argued, attempting anything to belay the order.
“All of it tainted. I want nothing of it. You are to leave everything on that planet, do you hear? I don’t want a thing from it lest the taint spread. Do you understand?”
“I do. I have to go. I’m needed.” Metatron couldn’t keep pretending to obey. He had a suspicion that Elyon already knew of his disobedience. But did he realize the choir had mutinied with Metatron?
It made him think of a conversation he had with Noah when he finally deigned to make contact.
Apparently, Noah, too, had chosen to go against God’s orders and didn’t regret his decision, even though it cost the lives of his choir. Noah claimed to mourn their loss but also said,“I cannot blame the humans for rebelling against their overlords. After all, why do we get to tell them how to live? How to act?”
Metatron’s reply,“Look at what they became.”
“I have. A world that is free. Free to decide if they’re good or evil, perhaps sitting in between. They’ve accomplished wondrous things.”
“Horrid ones as well.”
“There are many sayings on earth that can be summarized as simply, how do you know what beauty is if you’ve never seen ugly?”
A question that stuck with Metatron. How did he know Heaven was the most perfect place? All the angels said so. But few had anything to compare it with. So how did they know for sure?