"No one of consequence," Metatron replied, looking up at Iblis.

The dog did not seem interested in the exchange and Galiel was expressionless. The lost soul hung in her arms without movement or sound.

Metatron chuckled and smiled fondly at Alek. Apparently Alek did know know Metatron. "Yes, I know what dragons are," he replied. "In fact, I believe I saw one in that direction. I cannot be sure because it was very far away but it flew off in that direction." "Iblis? I haven...

Smiling broadly, Metatron recognized Alek. The recognition of love in this place was a light on Metatron's heart and he felt lifted and happy. He walked briskly toward Alek with arms outstretched. "Hello, my friend. Seeing you again makes me glad." He gazed at Alek's face for a moment and ...

Metatron, Galiel, and the lost soul walked through the endless desert. The dog padded along behind them, stopping and sniffing here and there. They stopped now and again for rest and Metatron fanned the others with his great wings, providing a blessed respite from the heat. The lost soul was silent ...

Metatron woke from his slumber feeling groggy but startled. The dog had been nestled beside him and jumped to her feet as he started awake. Unfolding his wings, he probed his head with his fingers, rubbing his eyes to clear his vision. He looked up and there, the mouthless one stood silent - a senti...

Metatron and Leviathan walked along the river, through the brown and gray forest. Ash filled the air and the land was colorless. The smell of sulfur wafed through the air and Metatron found its stench to be suffocating. The dog kept her distance from the river, seeming to dislike the water. She glan...

FYI, I will send my turn tonight. I'm just running a little late.

Very cool story, Lazlo.

Through time, through hell, Metatron moved, his three companions silent behind him. He did not have to look back to know they were there. Then, the hissing song, hissing and whispering strange words and phrases filling his head. Words of hope so strange in this place as if there was hope in oblivion...

Metatron smiled warmly at Alek and inclined his head. "You may call me Metatron. Similarity, yes, indeed. We are similar and I wholeheartedly support your efforts. But, please, do not let me interfere with your preaching. So many have need of you." Metatron turned to leave the clearing but...

Yes, I was wondering about the Choir myself.

Walking through the wasteland of brown and red and gray, Metatron scanned the horizon. His hair whipped around his face from the hot, dusty wind. Deciding on which way to go, the choices were endless. He surveyed a never-ending landscape. Hell had been well-made indeed. Like heaven, hell was eternal...

Descention. His brilliance blinded even the Flaming One who guarded the Gates of Hell, the one who tried to stop his entrance. Lahatiel, the Flaming One, the lesser, one of the cast down. "You may not enter here. This is not your place!" Lahatiel had shrieked. Yet, he continued his descent...

You of course. Sorry...I automatically associate the Metatron with the "voice of god", although I know it isn't actually an official designation. And you deleted your first post...hence... Of course there's nothing to say you're going that way, which is why I posted it here, not in the ga...

Who are you talking about, Iblis?

And so begins my task in this age.

The past has rendered fracturered all seen and unseen.