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Who: Satan, Metatron
When: Thursday
Where: Metatron's home
What: "Ugh. Feelings."

When Satan was having some particularly strong emotion that he couldn't express to Lucifer or the demons (essentially, anything besides glee, smugness, or rage), he had precisely one person that he pestered. But honestly, Metatron should be used to pestering by now. He was the Voice of God, his head was full of noise all the time. Plus, Satan liked Metatron, so being around him wasn't a chore.

(And if Satan was hoping that their Father might chime in with the location of his missing grandson and Antichrist, well...no need to express that aloud.)

So he appeared on Metatron's couch, stretched out as if he'd been dozing there for hours. "I'm unhappy, Metatron."

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Satan was right, Metatron had expected him. He noticed Satan's agitation, which meant something was wrong, so he'd waited for the inevitable visit. Not that he minded. Satan wasn't horrid, except for the fact that he always felt like he was speaking to a wall.

So he smiled at Satan and set his book down. As Satan always appeared on his couch he sat in a chair near it. He felt like a psychiatrist and didn't think he was wrong there. Most of the Angels used him as such, so why not the forces of Hell as well?

"Are you?" He kept his smile and set his hands on his lap. "And Happy New Year by the way. Now what's wrong?"

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"Happy New Year," Satan said with a sigh. He stared at the ceiling above him. "Joshua is missing."

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He frowned to that, but he was not truly worried. He knew it would be all alright. "I am sorry. It will be alright. He is safe." He rose and collected a few drinks, handing one to Satan.

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"You don't know that," Satan snapped, taking a sip of the drink regardless. After a pause, he added, "I don't know that."

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He sighed, "yes I do. And you should have faith Satan. Joshua is safe guarded. But it is always hard to have a child missing and not be sure. I can only offer words there." He sipped from his own drink, "I cannot say more. Joshua should not have done as he did."

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"Joshua did exactly as he should have done," Satan said. "He's going to rule the world, command absolute obedience, and lead it all to ruin. So he needs to be a spoiled little shit without the sense not to wander into what I'm sure was an obvious trap." Satan's hand tightened on the glass so hard that a crack appeared in it. "This is the first time I've ever worried about him. It's horrible. Do all parents feel this way?"

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He shrugged, "he may have earned his fate. Ruling the world aside, that is not yet his place. If he is cruel now, people will react in turn." He gave a sigh, "and so it continues." He noted the crack in the glass and leaned back in case it would come flying at him. It had happened before. "Oh yes. I worried for Noah, even though eh was but a descendant of mine. I worried for Methusalah in the same way. And so my father worries for me. It's natural.

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"It's horrible," Satan groused. "I hate it. I don't even like Joshua that much. He can't even torture one annoying saint right."

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He gave a small smile, "Clearly you do, if you worry about him so." He was pretty used to Satan speaking of torturing the Saints though, "perhaps this is why God has not yet released him? He is quite fond of the Saints. And sometimes grandchildren do need to learn a lesson."

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"It wasn't God that imprisoned him," Satan said, sitting up and glaring. "I would know. Imprisoning the wicked falls squarely into my jurisdiction. It wasn't our Father. It was something else. Probably those saints he's so fond of. They aren't as kind or good as you'd have them be, Metatron."

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"If they are protecting them and theirs that is not a fault. They are but human." He didn't raise his voice nor got impatient. Satan had a skewed vision of things. "And God did not imprison Joshua, no, but He may have encouraged it. Joshua needs to learn he is not King. Not yet."

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"And tell me, just what point is there in teaching Joshua a lesson?" Satan snarled, rising to his feet and drawing closer to Metatron. "He's not going to be redeemed. He's not going to sit at God's side when it's all said and done. He'll be cast down into the Pit like every other sinner. A sacrificial lamb to the Great Cosmic Plan."

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He studied Satan calmly, "he will have the world Satan. And Joshua's presence, his fate, is necessary." He'd had this talk before. Just differently. "You knew that when you birthed him. The point is that there are other creatures out there. Creating a never ending spiral of hate and torture won't get anyone anywhere. I told you before to leave the Saints be. This is what happens."

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Satan flung the glass at Metatron's head, wrath coursing through him. "They do not matter! They're numbers! Ants! We're the ones who matter to Him!"

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Luckily he'd seen that coming so he ducked out of the way and mourned another glass lost. He should bill Satan for those. He glanced to the fragments before turning to Satan, his voice different. Sometimes he was overriden and the Message needed to be heard. "They are My Children too. I love them as I love you."

Then Metatron blinked and the Presence left him, "well."

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The Voice stopped Satan's fury in its tracks, and he slumped down to the floor. Leaning back against the couch, he stared at Metatron, eyes wide.

"Father?"

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"Yes, that was Him." He sighed. He liked to get a message rather then just being overwritten like that. But when God needed to speak, He spoke. Metatron could let Him at times, but otherwise it happened like that.

He focused for a moment, "He says that it is all you needed to hear. I hope it helped."

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Satan's first thought was angry, an indignant 'The first words You speak to me in months and its some reprimand about humans? But unlike most of his anger, he couldn't hold onto this for long. He just breathed out a long, deep breath, taking a moment to hold fast to the fact that his Father had spoken at all.

"I'm sorry I threw the glass at your head," Satan murmured, in lieu of discussing what God had said.

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He waved his hand, "it's alright. You owe me a glass." He couldn't really be angry at Satan. He forgave rather easily. "Just, try and listen alright? I know you do your duty, but there is a limit on it all."

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Satan let his head fall back against the couch cushion.

"I'm tired of being here, Metatron," Satan said, in a rare moment of total honesty. "I want to go home."

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He just smiled at Satan, knowing what perhaps Satan denied. But he was not cruel either, "so do I Satan. Although I feel torn. I will always have a dobule life. And now my father is here, and it makes it worse. I wish to be around my family, but I have my duties. It is hard."

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"If the world would end, I'm sure you'd be less torn," Satan said tiredly. "And oh, your family. It will be a miracle if they don't fall to murdering each other again."

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He just let out a long sigh, "there is no cause for being so cruel Satan." His voice was quiet, and he said no more then that but he felt his point was made.

I like how he tosses that 'No offense' in there.

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Satan let out another sigh. "Sorry." Voice closer to a whine than he would have ever admitted. "I just hate humans so much. No offense."

Naws Satan <3

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He shrugged, "yet you come to one who was once like them." He smiled then and brushed everything away. No need to continue being angry at Satan. The Adversary was just lashing out. "It's alright. Can I get you anything?"

"Hey, no offense, I just think your species should be exterminated."

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"You're better than them," Satan said, offering Metatron something that might have been a smile, under better circumstances. He brushed off Metatron's offer with a shake of his head. "And too nice for your own good."

'Please have a cookie :|'

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"I think that comes with the package, and I am still like them. Partially. Like the Saints I gained something new." He shrugged, never sure how to explain that.

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"What you gained was much better than their party tricks."

Satan stood up, stretching and letting the bones of his back crack loudly as he did. The stretch bent him backwards much farther than most human spines could go, but that was the benefit of being a shapeshifter.

"Thank you for your reassurances, anyway."

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He didn't go into that argument. He disagreed. He'd achieved nothing any other human could not. Metatron had just dared ask for something he knew needed to be filled.

He rose and smiled, "you're quite welcome. Any time Satan, I mean that." He'd never warded his home for that reason. He felt all things we welcome in his home. "Next time, let me know and I'll set some tea on."

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"Bah, tea," Satan said, waving a hand dismissively. "I prefer wine."

And with that less than polite goodbye, he vanished from Metatron's home.