"Pity my brain son and don’t speak to me of archangels. I have had my fair share of those in weeks."
"Except for yourself of course. Metatron will be taken care of, how I do not care about it anymore. Mercy is for the weak and I’m mostly out of compassion. If it didn’t hurt me, I would tear him to shreds myself."
His hands gently began to massage His scalp in response. Â I am sure one of the elder siblings (code for archangels) will take care of it since I am sure they sense you will look the other way this once." Â Raziel shifted around to straddle God's lap, hands shifting into his hair again to gently massage his scalp once more.












