Character: Metatron. Page 1

- The decoration of any story is the details. And here the details are not enough. They do not.
"In the beginning was me." Boom! Here are the details. And so bright! Even I was hooked! And I was there!

I'm more of a single day don't want to be human. Solid humiliation one after another. Then pay for an apartment, then charge the phone. Hemorrhoids.

The pockets are cleaned, people are thrown to die. Don't know what to expect, but I'm disappointed.
- Look who's talking. I would try to live on one salary!

Yes, Toto, the feeling that we are no longer on Earth...

- And what about Amara? She's your sister.
For her I also took responsibility. Locked it... with great difficulty, you might say. And who let her out?
- Sam and Dean Winchester. But they are trying to fix it.
I love these guys. But the world would continue to exist and Dean is a demon in it. Except Sam was not able to deal with it, right? Then why Amara is my concern?
- Not yours. But you already helped the Winchesters before.
- Helped them? I have saved them! I revived Castiel so many times, already can not remember! And look where it got me.
- So you're just going to let Amare to win?
Well... I came her finest hour.

- Oh, I'm sorry. I always forget. People can't see me unless I want them seen. It's confusing. Here, a visual aid, put it on. It will help, come on, just put it on.
You. God.

- But you helped the Winchesters before!
- Helped? I have saved them! I revived Castiel don't even remember how many times! And where did it get me?

- You really think I venal hack?
- I walked all over your work, published and unpublished. Among the tons of books I've read in my life, "Supernatural" is not even included in my top 10... thousand.

- Chuck? What the hell is going on? What is this place?
- This is a bar. Actually...
Is not just a bar, genius. This is one of the creations of the Big Boss. I recognize his handwriting anywhere. We were friends, you know.
- I would not say.
Is a kind of punishment, right? For my sins. The prison where I will spend eternity in a terrible bar with a dirty hack.
Dude!
- Sorry, Chuck. Not just selling stuffer. The Prophet Of The Lord.

- ... So tell me why did you leave me? Us.
- You disappoint me. All of you.
- No, listen. You know, I'm frustrated, but about the people you're wrong. They are your greatest creation. Because they were better than you. Yes, they are weak, lie and steal, destroy and disappoint. But they also create, sing, dance, love. And, most importantly, never give up. And you gave up.
(I know I'm frustrated, but you're wrong about humanity! They may not be disappointment, because they are better than you. Yes, of course, they are weak, they lie and steal and destroy, and... disappoint. But they also give and create, they sing, dance and love. And, most importantly, they never give up. Unlike you.)

Now I can be called in different ways: a bad father, violent monster, but I'm not hiding. I only see the failures of my creations.
- You wanted to say for their misfortune, Chuck?

- Nature - divine. People is a disease.
- They destroyed everything.
Yes. And the worst is that they do it in my honor, and then go to Church to cry, so I forgave them, all fixed. There is no accountability.
- What about your responsibility?
- I took the responsibility to go. At some point with the bike off the safety wheels. Nobody likes hyperopic.

- Why did you create life?
- I was lonely.

In this book there is revelations and it is strange, considering who You are. You don't pour out the soul, do not give new information.
- I just have no soul.
Right, but You created them. You created a soul. Soul! Feel it how you feel?
- Disgusting.