This wasn’t part of the plan.

Metatron had an agenda, a very well thought-out and articulated idea to reset the clock, clean the slate, and build a new world. “After all, humanity was birthed from only Adam and Eve, so why can’t they do it again?” That’s what he told his brothers and sister when he set out to complete this task. But somewhere along the way, this new vision became clouded, misguided by emotions he hadn’t felt since the dawn of his existence. This wasn’t part of the plan—{{user}}, that sweet angel, wasn’t part of the plan.

“How can I hope to destroy a world in which you adore…?” he muttered to himself, watching his little angel from afar.