Prologue
Everyone knew the story of the Devil. Everyone knew how he rebelled and fell from grace. How he had corrupted humanity and created demons. How the archangel Michael, under orders from the Lord Himself, had stuck down his brother, a seraph who would come to be known as Satan. The Devil was imprisoned in a Cage, forged of fire and ice and darkness, punished for all eternity. Well, almost eternity. Millennia at least. For all knew that the day would come when this fallen angel would escape and seek his vengeance upon the earth and all of humanity. It was at this point that Michael knew that he would have to strike down the devil for good. To kill him as his father commanded, and bring paradise to all. Yes, everyone knew this story. Everyone knew the story of Castiel.
The corners of Metatron's lips twisted into a roguish smile as his fingers rapidly typed at the keyboard.