The song here is "Welcome to My Nightmare" by Alice Cooper

Welcome to My Nightmare

He had sworn that he was trustworthy and that he respected an honorable deal. After all these years, he just wanted to be treated properly, with the respect he deserved. To humor him, Micah agreed knowing that if he gave Metatron what he wanted, he would return the favor and not try to double cross him.

He had told the Scribe of God all about the hybrids. He was especially interested in hearing that Hell had two Cambions; a mother and daughter, Queen and Princess of Hell. There was an expression in his eyes that Micah couldn't understand.

"Their range in power?" Metatron asked and Micah would have hesitated out of annoyance, but he had to play the part. If Metatron was to aide them, he had to know what they were.

"Incredibly powerful." he replied and told Metatron about the day the Queen of Hell gave birth to her daughter. As the angels descended to attack, she killed them all without being at the location to confront them. Together, mother and daughter were the most powerful weapons the angels had ever seen. No force in Heaven and on Earth could compare to the power that Hell possessed.

And no one dared mention it, but yes, power that Crowley possessed. The first Cambion was very loyal to him and the other, they created. If Crowley desired to destroy Heaven and Earth, both Cambions would probably grant him that wish.

Then, Metatron had that look in his eyes again. It bothered Micah and part of him wondered if Metatron could be trusted.

"You come to me, thinking that I'm an equal match." Metatron said, as if he was quite certain, but wanted Micah to confirm his suspicion.

He wasn't certain what to say. He couldn't deny it because, essentially, that was the truth. Metatron was the strongest angel and he was very knowledgeable. In order to restore balance to the Universe, he needed Metatron for that very reason.

"You could say that." Micah said and Metatron grinned; mischief written all over his face. He figured no matter his reply, the angel in the cell knew he was valuable for his strength and knowledge.

He stood up and approached the bars of his cell, the strange look in his eyes seeming to intensify. He gripped the bars, his hands tightening around the steel and Micah knew he desired to be free more than anything. The question was, would be help and not betray the angels again?

"Does that power threaten you?" Metatron asked and Micah frowned.

He had just explained what had occurred and it was obvious to see why the Cambions were a horrifying threat. If Heaven was to destroy them, they would be safe. However, the balance would not yet be proper; thus killing the Nephilim as well.

Was none of that clear?

Metatron chuckled as he stared at Micah's frown and lack of response.

"Of course it does." Metatron said with a grin. "Hell had become more powerful than Heaven and that bruises your ego." He added and Micah frowned yet again, this time annoyed.

"All hybrids are abominations and should be destroyed. Once that is done, everything will align like it was created so long ago." Micah replied and Metatron gave a saddened smile as well as a slight nod.

"Yes, Heaven had the upper hand with the power of God and His knowledge. Yet one could argue that we were once more powerful than Hell." Metatron said and looked at Micah with this expression, as if daring him to think it over. "What exactly is the balance?" he asked and Micah frowned. This prisoner was forcing doubt upon him. "The humans were always pitiful and it's only with the hunters that they're gaining a little power, but Heaven and Hell are still, and always will be, greater than Earth. Heaven is supposed to be powerful, but Hell takes what it wants." He added, talking so fast that Micah could barely keep up. When Metatron paused, he had to think it over and see where he was going with this.

"Your point?" Micah asked and Metatron sighed.

"So much for a smart one." He mumbled and leaned closer, his face now between two bars. "There never was a balance." He concluded and Micah frowned, unwilling to accept that statement.

"They have hybrids that tilt the Universe in their favor; weapons that are no match for anything we could ever possess or create. It must be put to a stop. I do not care if Hell is greater based on their greed and their pride. They may do so without hybrids." Micah replied and Metatron looked at him, his expression seeming blank, but he was difficult to read.

"You mean as long as they set their sights on the humans." Metatron said and Micah continued to frown in silence. "And you're just envious that they have powerful hybrids. If it wasn't for that, you really wouldn't care. I mean, c'mon –" Metatron said and Micah could no longer remain silent.

"They killed our kind, Metatron." he snapped and the angel pulled away from the bars, as if he was enjoying this bit of anger.

"This is personal." Metatron said and Micah ignored him.

"They did not wage war and they have no interest. They simply kill as if we were the threat." he added and Metatron gave a small grin.

"You were." He said and Micah balled his hands into fists, his tolerance now disappearing. Part of him was thinking that he'd be better off to leave Metatron in his cell. "They know we have nothing to bring to war. Even our Nephilim isn't powerful. But if you do kill the Cambions, which I doubt, Hell will wage a war and then you'll regret it." Metatron concluded and waited for Micah's reply.

He hadn't expected Metatron to tell him that his plan would be unsuccessful. He spoke his mind, forcing Micah to think it through and consider things he hadn't cared to consider. Now he wondered if Metatron was right.

At that moment, Metatron clapped his hands and rubbed them together.

"But, like you said; I'm an equal match and you came to me knowing I'm the only thing you got at killing those hybrids." He said with a smile and Micah was confused. "I'll help, but only because cross-breeding is highly unacceptable and because, without me, your idea really is suicidal." He concluded and that was the response, more or less, that Micah had expected.

"Do we have a deal?" Micah asked and Metatron gave a grin. "Will you help us in destroying all hybrids?" he asked and his grin only broadened.

"And what do I get out of it?" he asked and Micah's lips twitched as if he was trying to grin as well.

"You said it yourself that hybrids aren't acceptable." He replied and Metatron waved it off.

"Killing the Cambions is personal. You have history with them, don't you?" Metatron asked and Micah frowned, shaking his head.

"I've already told you –" he began, but Metatron was persistant.

"I love stories. Tell me your story and I'll help." He said and his eyes took on that strange expression. Micah stared at him, denying what Metatron had said about this being personal. However, if it was all Metatron wanted in return… than he shall tell him his so-called story.

"I have met the Queen of Hell many years ago." Micah said and Metatron grinned. "She was frequently meeting this human and I convinced him let me in, to possess him. He cared so much for her, but sensed she was distant despite the fact she enjoyed his company. He believed I could help.

"My only interest was to get closer to her without notifying her of my presence. She placed an angel ward in her apartment. She was always alert of anything that wasn't human.

"On the night that I tried to confront her, she unleashed her power, nearly killing her human companion. She was less powerful then, but still greater than anything we had ever seen. I had failed only due to the human casting me out." Micah said and Metatron's grin grew wicked.

"You tried to kill her." he said and Micah nodded. Metatron's expression was difficult to read, but he extended his hand through the bars. "We got ourselves a deal." He concluded and Micah hesitated only because he wasn't certain what to make of Metatron's wicked grin.

However, they shook hands and the honorable deal was made. All hybrids would be destroyed and his belief that this would restore the balance remained strong, despite the doubt Metatron tried to instill.

You remember the story Clara told Nikolai back in "Take a Howl at That Moon"(chapter 47), the doctor (Steven) that Clara had dated way back and who she had met in the search for a good hospital… the boy that wanted to propose to her when they had been together for seven months and then, boom, an angel surfaced from within him and tried to kill her?

Micah was that angel! TADA!

Tell me I'm brilliant – just kidding…