"Aziraphale! Aziraphale!" The Metatron's voice echoed throughout the empty vastness of the white corridors of Heaven.
With a sigh, the Supreme Archangel of Heaven closed his eyes. A deep breath in, hold for ten seconds, breathe out slowly and steadily. Opening his eyes, Aziraphale stood from his chair. He smoothed his vest, pushed his chair in, closed the book he had been reading, and with a wave of his hand, returned it back to the bookshelves. He would not give the Metatron any satisfaction in knowing he had bothered him. Slowly, with sure footing, the Supreme Archangel made his way from the Heavenly library.
"There you are." The Metatron nearly growled – if an angel could have nearly growled that is. "Of all the times to go missing, you must do it now when there are dire things about."
Aziraphale didn't flinch, didn't blink, in the face of the Matron's anger. His calmness only further ruffled the Metatron's feathers. "What dire circumstances are about?" He asked.
Without a word, the Metatron spun on his heel and headed through the endlessly white hallways of Heaven. Knowing what was expected of him. Aziraphale followed silently after the other angel. Entering a large, white room, the Metatron waved a hand, causing a clear door to appear and slide close behind Aziraphale. He waited and waited for the other angel to speak, knowing that the Metatron was all about holding their authority over others.
"There is news of a second child belonging to Satan on Earth."
Again, Aziraphale stayed steady. No flinching, no blinking. Just calmness. "Where?" He asked.
"We do not know. Nor do we know how long it has been on Earth. What we do know is that we cannot allow it interfere with our plans for The Second Coming. As the Supreme Archangel of Heaven, I, the Metatron, the Voice of God, am charging you with going to Earth and finding this abomination and killing it."