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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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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.