God was the world, all the angels looked up to them. When they disappeared for the first time we felt lonely but, we knew they were coming back. This time it's different.
They vanished without a trace and heaven was left darker than ever. First, the angels wept for their loss, and then they just began dropping into a depressive sleep. All of them except one...
My name is Metatron, the other angels call me Meta. As the last angel left, it is my duty to search for god and bring them home, therefore restoring Heaven to its former glory.
I walk across the plush clouds watching the sunlight beam down on the white clouds, giving them a golden tint. Passing angel after angel as I walk aimlessly across heaven, trying to come up with a plan.
"My goodness guys, get it together," I mutter under my breath as I step over the weeping angels, "this is embarrassing."
No God, no angels, just me and a desolate field of cloudfluff that spans over the entire human realm. This should be a blast. I frown and look across the heavenly plane, crossing one arm over the other.
I need a plan. There is no way that I can search all of heaven on my own, I need some help. I need to search heaven for any clues on where God could've gone to. They've felt pretty upset since mom left them for that interdimensional, pansexual octopus. Maybe God went to get mom back? No, I don't think that's it. They would've said something.
Getting back on track here, I need help searching.
"Maybe the humans...?" I mutter as I peek down at them through the clouds.
Canada has shut down, the United States is plagued with disease and riots; Russia, Korea, and China are starting a war, and poor Australia is on fire. I grimace and stand back up.
"Okay, so the humans are a little preoccupied," I shrug and begin pacing, cloudfluff stirring around my ankles.
There is only one other option, it isn't an option that I really wanted to explore but, it's my last chance.
"For heaven and the human's sake let's hope this works," I mutter as I summon a massive book.
The Summoning Book of Angels, 175 BC Edition
"It's a little outdated, but only by a few thousand years," I open the dusty book to the 'Fallen Angels' section, "Lucifer?" I mutter, dragging my finger down the page to his name, "No way, he'll just try to take control, we don't need him playing god." I chuckle to myself.
I flip through hundreds of pages until finally, I find someone with enough power to actually help. The Demon Prince Azazel, a powerful angel who left heaven because he fell in love with the idea of free will. He was my polar opposite and yet my only friend, out of all the angels. At least he was for a while.
He was an archangel before the fall, so he has power, and being a demon prince he has sway over other fallen angels.
"How to summon, draw a pentagram and have a jar of virgins blood," I continue reading the instructions, "virgins blood? Lavender candles from Bed, Bath and Beyond? This is stupid," I say exasperated, "how about we do it this way," I summon a shimmering gold fishing rod, "this will do."
Using the end of the rod I draw a small pentagram in the cloudfluff. It was fascinating, I could feel the cloudfluff pushing against the rod. It was as if the cloudfluff didn't want me to summon him, but didn't have the strength to stop me. Fascinating.
Once I was done I stepped back to make sure all of the lines were connected. Please come back before I have to do this, I pray to nobody. The blanket of silence drapes over me for a few long moments. Fine then, here we go!
"Azazel," I whisper to the rod, and it shimmers in response.
I take a deep breath and cast it into the center of the pentagram, "all right Azazel come on," I mutter.
I stand there for what feels like hours, watching the clouds slowly creep across the sky. I always loved watching humans fish, they were so peaceful.
I feel a snag, "GOTCHA!" I yell and begin to reel in the shimmering line.
As I continue to reel in the line and walk backwards it just keeps getting heavier and heavier. I pant and look behind me. The top of the rod is almost touching the cloud. I turn back around and pull, flapping my wings to gain momentum as I walk forwards, pushing against the rod with my weight.
The rod starts wiggling and slipping out of my hands. I tighten my grip on the rod, to the point that my knuckles turned white under the pressure.
"I'm not letting you go!" I shout at the rod, "So you might as well stop squirming!"
Suddenly, the rod releases and I dive forwards getting a mouthful of cloudfluff. I flip over and quickly get to my feet. There I see, standing in the middle of the pentagram, Azazel.
He is wearing an unbuttoned suit jacket, his tie is thrown over his shoulder and his white undershirt is loose and wrinkled. He looks around at the dark gloomy clouds and runs a hand through his messy black hair.
I've known Azazel for years. Before the angels fell I was always overlooked, most of the other angels believed that I couldn't handle the responsibility of being the "Prince of Angels". They were always doubting and testing me. I passed all the obstacles they put in front of me, and Azazel never once doubted my capabilities. Soon they just turned it into a game, which made me work harder and improve. Azazel never participated, he was the only angel that stood up for me when things were taken too far.
The Bubonic Plague, which was not my fault, is a prime example. Raphael thought it would be funny to unleash a virus onto humans so that I would be bombarded by prayers. He mixed up the recipe but sent it down to Earth anyways. It took me years to sort out that mess, but thanks to Azazel, I was able to save the humans.
I'm just hoping Azazel will help me again.
"Ah Damn it! It was just getting good!" Azazel yells into the sky, "Why am I here? I just managed to convince King Henry to let me borrow his wives!"
"Azazel I need your help," I say to him in my most authoritative voice, "Heaven needs your help."
He looks me up and down and snickers, "Nah I don't feel like it. Maybe another day Princess."
The way he snickered made my blood boil. What was worse was the nickname he used. Princess. Nobody calls me Princess and gets away with it, not anymore.