Disclaimer: I didn't make up Lyra & Will etc. all that is Philip Pullman etc. you get the point.
Setting: This story takes place after "The Amber Spyglass," but is rather unrelated to it...so don't look for continuity. Here's what things are like at the start of my story:
Will and Lyra are both in Lyra's world, and none of that stuff with Will and Lyra separating has happened, and daemons do not get sick from staying in other worlds. However, using the subtle knife still create specters and holes into the abyss and leak dust, so all the windows created by the knife are closed. Lyra can still read the alethiometer, and Will has not broken the subtle knife. Mary is back in Will's world and is taking care of Will's mother in her flat. Also, after Lord Asriel and Mrs. Coulter try to force Metatron into the abyss, Metatron manages to survive and fly out of the pit, bringing the dead Lord Asriel and Mrs. Coulter up with him. My story starts here. Metatron is very...um..."displeased" and is trying to kill Lyra to get revenge on Mrs. Coulter.
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After recovering quickly from Lord Asriel and Mrs. Coulter's futile attempt at his life, Metatron soared painfully but mightily into the night sky, bitterly mocking the pitiful humans lying crumpled by the crevice. "Ha," he laughed, "I don't die THAT easily. Fools!" But his mirth and mockery was dark and brooding. His fury was greatly kindled against Lyra's parents. To think that a pair of measly humans nearly succeeded in tricking him! The impudence was simply infuriating. Metatron flew in angry tight circles glowing red against the pure black sky, unable to find an outlet for his anger, seeing as the two people whom he most wanted to hurt were already dead. He was about to burst from his uncontainable rage, when it suddenly dawned on him. Of course. Lyra. It made perfect sense. Since he couldn't kill her parents again, he'd just kill their daughter instead. After making her suffer, of course. Metatron soared in roaring triumph through the clouds and laughed with perverted glee.
He needed to come up with a plan. Lyra and that boy with the powerful knife...Will Parry, were always together, and that presented a possible problem. Even though they were only mortal not-quite-children, and he was an immense and ancient angel, he did not wish to fight both of them at once, especially not that fierce boy who had killed the angel working for him before. If Metatron attacked Lyra and Will while they were together, they would both fight fiercely for each other and really cause too much trouble for his liking. Metatron suddenly found the solution to his dilemma as he passed through yet another layer of storm clouds. It was obvious. If he somehow managed to manipulate the situation to separate Will and Lyra for a little while, he would be able to fight one of them at a time instead of both at once. Metatron could kill Lyra with Will gone temporarily…no…wait, but Will would return too quickly for him to truly kill her in the painful way that he longed to. So his only solution was to somehow capture Will instead, drug him to avoid fighting, and take Will back to a place where Metatron would have more control over the situation. Because of course, Lyra would follow Will no matter where he went. And if Will was with Metatron, Lyra would be lured to him soon enough. And in his stronghold, both children would be entirely helpless when faced with Metatron's massive power. Yes, that was perfect. Even more perfect because he had just thought of yet another little twist to add to his plan…something involving Will, that would really make Lyra's death all too perfect for him. Metatron's warped face cracked slowly into a diabolic grin as he set his plan of their destruction into motion.
This is my first fanfic. I know it's short, but there will be MANY more chapters to follow! I promise! So please tell me what you think!