Lucifer stormed into God's throne room with a fury that roiled the sky. He Judged his father in wrath, mad with the hunger of the Abyss he had traded his heart to for wisdom.
The room was empty. God was gone.
Under the ashes of broken sky knelt a girl at the golden throne. She wept, gold hair long in sorrow. His heart twinged at what he had done, but he swallowed his remorse. In God's throne sat a child. Metatron, his Last Word. Blue-eyed and silent, watching. A silver crown shown on his white hair.
Lucifer moved to slay him.
"No!" The girl cried out. "Haven't you done enough? You would kill a child for vengeance? He is innocent!"
