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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Date: 2013-01-03 07:28 am (UTC)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?"