Author's Note: Short Chapter, but I promise you that the next one will make up for it!

"Bethany, you know it wasn't his fault, Metatron never wanted this." Serendipity reasoned. Bethany had stormed off from the little group upon learning that she had died, and Serendipity followed after her.

Bethany had hoped to be alone, but Serendipity was relentless.

"Well, he sure didn't stop it." Bethany shot back.

"It wasn't up to him to stop it! Don't you understand? Metatron is powerful, one of the most formidable angels, but he can't stop life and death. He can't bring you back to life, he can't turn back the clock, and he can't change what happened to you."

"Then who can?"

"Only God, but She won't do it. You're were meant to die, and no one-not even Metatron- could've prevented that. At the last minute he tried, and we've yet to see the consequences."

"Consequences?" Bethany asked. She already knew the consequences her daughter Eve faced-a life without a mother, but hadn't thought of what might happen to the others.

Serendipity smoothed the wrinkles from her flowing white robe. "Yes, you didn't think nothing would happen to him, did you? Think about it, Bethany- Metatron interfered with another angel's duty; he delayed your death, even fighting Reaper to do it. He's caused a rift in God's plan."

Bethany's eyes grew wide. She hadn't put much thought into what Metatron had done; she'd been too upset and preoccupied with her anger and concern for Eve. "What's going to happen to him?"

Serendipity's eyes broke from Bethany's gaze, she looked towards Heaven's setting sun. "You remember what happened to Barylby?"

"You can't mean She'd..."

"Yes, She would. God can't allow such insubordination among her seraphim, it'd only give Lucifer the idea that She was becoming weak- it could start up another war in Heaven and that can't happen. So be a little more grateful, Bethany. Metatron may have to be killed for what he's done to help you."

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"Metatron, you are insane." Reaper stated once he'd finished explaining his idea to her.

"What? No I'm not."

They were standing on a peak of one of Heaven's mountains. Metatron was trying to obey Bethany's wishes that he stay as far away from her as possible-calling Reaper to meet him on a mountain seemed as good an idea as any.

"I will not do it, Voice. The thought is ridiculous to start, and impossible to finish." Reaper rolled her eyes at him and fluffed her raven wings, preparing to take flight.

Metatron put his hand on her shoulder to keep her grounded. "Reaper, stop. Please just hear me out. This will be the only way I can help Eve, if you-"

"If I what?! Do it for you? Why should I help you ease your guilt? You shouldn't even have guilt over this. They're just mortals."

"No, they're more than that. They mean more to me."

"Obviously." Her red eyes near glowed in her anger and jealousy.

"Reaper, I've known you since you were first created, I've led you through war, guided you to purpose. Have I ever steered you wrong before?" Metatron asked, pleading into her eyes.

Gold met red and she knew he was right. Metatron had been one of her more steadfast companions throughout her immortal life. He was a mentor, a friend and more. But what he was asking...could she truly do it?

"I-"

"Reaper, please. I beg of you, I shall ask you nothing more again, but for this. Please."

Reaper felt a strong wave of emotion swell in her chest, threatening to cause her to cry out and beg Metatron to take back his plea. But she knew he wouldn't do it. For the deep connection they shared, it was surpassed in the attachment he felt for the scion. She knew this.

He loved her; he just didn't love her enough.

"Metatron, please don't make me." She pleaded, her voice small and trembling.

"It has to be you." He said quietly.

Reaper took a deep breath and summoned her weapon into being.

"As you wish."