hopeless little one

[sawthelockdown]

[The doors have worked their magic once again. A certain small female catphones was dragged in and then spat back out - with a difference: she is now considerably more powerful and has blood everywhere. Angel blood, no less.

Curiously, the door behind her remains open, showing an otherwise beautiful landscape littered with angelic corpses

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[sawthelockdown]

[... Asako senses the angelic presence quickly enough. It's powerful, but - who exactly is it? She can't quite tell them apart yet...]

Who's there?

[becausedrama]

*Metatron doesn't even react to Asako at first, staring in blank horror at the corpse-strewn battlefield beyond the door. His mouth working soundlessly, he turns his unreadable green gaze on the Overlord.

Finally, a sound.* Abel-...Asako...?

*How...certainly, she'd followed Naoya, but Metatron never believed his old-blood uncle to be one to do this...*

[sawthelockdown]

Oh, you're--

[...oh. Her gaze follows his, back to th-- oh. ... oh.]

...they struck first. They wouldn't lift the Lockdown, even after... [Her voice breaks.] I left humanity out of it - I convinced them to, but...this was the only way....

[becausedrama]

*His eyes flicker a bit as he stares at the battlefield again. Had she been relating this entirely in conversation, he might have been able to keep a hold of himself. Would have pitied her.

But the sight of those angels, all dead... He still does pity her. But it brings up a foul feeling in his gut, like he's eaten something spoiled. Without seeing their exploits for himself, he'd lulled himself into a state of partial denial regarding the more Chaotic Abels he'd met here. That they were really only enemies in name and nothing more.

The carnage before him offers no room for denial. Metatron doesn't realize he's clenched his fist until he's already lunging at Asako, his eyes' brightness changing sporadically.*

[sawthelockdown]

[This morning, you probably woke up to the sounds of an epic battle near the forest of doors.

It's concluded by the time people arrive to figure out what's going on. There is a victor, and there is a very clear, very dead loser.

The victor was Metanoch, and Asako's corpse lies on the ground, broken.]

[ghostheadphones]

[Akira has been woken up by the sounds - how could he not? It must have woken half the place - and runs towards the doors. Something big is pinging, something - Asako!]

[And someone else. Someone he's felt before. But it's not until he sees the shining skin that it fully hits him.]

[Metatron.]

[No. It can't be.]

[He runs towards Asako, and the smell of too much blood and moreover the scent of death reaches his nose - but he can't stop running forward, not until he reaches her side, stepping through the blood and the remains of the battle, leaning down to touch her - close her eyes to ease her through, at least a little - and then he lifts his head towards Metatron.]

[ghostheadphones]

[Rage, more pure and strong than he's ever felt before, runs through him, down his spine, across his vision. He never thought he could hate anyone before, but now...]

[It hurts, and he feels like he's falling. There's something he's trying to grasp, but he's not sure if he can even breathe, let alone move. Everything is burning, hotter than even Belial's fire, and he can't see anything.]

[And then a voice calls to him, from the bottom of his soul.]

['I will make him pay, if only you ask.']

[It's so easy. All he has to do is let go... right? He can hear Mot shifting, watching with interest from his mind, and he nods without movement, consents without voice.]

[Because he will pay.]

[ghostheadphones]

[There's a roar, almost a scream, but it's all inside his head, and he feels like he's being sucked down into a whirlpool, and then -]

[Nothing.]

[Something else opens his eyes. Someone else smirks, eyes as red as the blood Cain once spilled from Abel all those years ago.]

Metatron. It's been a while.

[His voice is soft, almost amused.]