Metatron’s quarters was more of a mansion, a large regal building situated right at the end of the boulevard, surrounded by gold and pale coloured flowers and perfectly manicured trees. The entire building was made from a white marble, covered in a golden sheen. Angelic guards stood to attention by the large, always open, front doors of the building, reddish wooden doors, elegantly carved and covered in the same golden sheen as the marble. The guards nodded them straight through, everyone recognised Azrael and Uriel, no need for identity checks. The inside of the mansion was no less busy than the roads outside, as Metatron did not need so many rooms for herself, she had turned a lot of them into offices for the most important things going on in Heaven and Earth, so if anything needed to be reported, the Angels did not have to go far to inform her. Uriel followed Azrael as they made their way up three flights of stairs to the very top floor of the building, where there were no more offices and the amount of Angels had decreased. The only Angels up on this floor were those who looked after Metatron’s living area and her personal guard. Azrael stopped to enquire Metatron’s location from the nearest guard and Uriel promptly followed as they made their way around the upper corridor to Metatron’s resting rooms. As they passed a corridor, a small noise erupted from the dark depths of a doorway.

“Psst!” Azrael and Uriel stopped, looking at each other, Azrael one eyebrow raised in bemusement

“I assume you heard that too?” Uriel nodded and looked around him down the corridor where the noise had come from

“I think it came from there. It sounded like a…”

“Psst, Azrael!” They both turned to look down the corridor this time, squinting into the dimness of the unlit hallway. A pale oval face peered back at them from round the corner of a doorway.

“Metatron, why are you sneaking around your own house,” Metatron flinched slight and put her finger to her lips, waving her other hand in a summoning motion. Azrael looked at Uriel and smiled slightly, still a look of bemusement on his face.

“Our esteemed leader has summoned us, let's go,” They followed Metatron into the room, a small receiving room, two sofas facing each other, in front of a simulated fire place. There were no real fires in Heaven, apart from Holy Fire, so the fire that glowed in the fireplace was shimmering gold, an illusion. Metatron threw herself down dramatically on one sofa and huffed.

“I’m so bored, Azrael, please tell me you are here for a while,” Azrael lowered himself gracefully onto the sofa opposite and Uriel plopped herself next to him, still not sure if she should laugh or try and maintain the straight face she had plastered on right now. Seeing Metatron act like a child and not a regal important Angel in charge, was rare, but according to Azrael, it happened a lot in the presence of Angels Metatron was close to.

“Can I ask why you were sneaking around your own living quarters like a thief?” Metatron rearranged herself to sit more elegantly, knees slightly crossed, hands resting in her lap. She gave Azrael a long look.

“You do know how many Meta Angels come and make me sign things during the day? I don’t even get to read the documents properly, it's just like ‘sign here and here and here, good day Lady,’ and off they go again leaving me with nothing to do for another few hours. Well they can sign their own forms! Or at least let me be part of the process!” Azrael smirked slightly and rearranged his dark suit slightly, in an effort to conceal his amusement.

“Metatron, you picked these Angels yourself, set them their tasks, assigned them the offices, so that you could focus on more important things. It’s not their fault your system was so efficient that you don’t have any work left for yourself to do,” Metatron huffed again, threw her arms in the air and then bought them down to the rest on her knee, her chin coming to a rest in her palm. She pouted ever so slightly.

“Well, I suppose you are right. I did it so I could have time to train the Archangels, and sort out Heaven after God made their disappearing act. But once that was all done, I realised I had left myself nothing to do,” Azrael pulled the paper work from Uriel’s arms and handed it to Metatron.

“Well lucky for you, we come with a job for you,” Metatron instantly perked up and took the documents from Azrael. Her eyes swiftly raced across Azrael’s report and a frown formed on her perfect face.