"Jerkoff made a whole book for his fake? See, now it’s personal. More than it was, I mean. And the end game—isn’t it obvious? The angels are gonna follow whatever general shows up first, and there”s only one archangel who’s got a knack for faking death and dodging the radar. Guess who.”

He shook his head. “No, I don’t know what he did, but whatever it was, it was potent enough to put another book in the library of lives…just be thankful the information wasn’t mixed up with yours.” He rubbed his eyes. “Right, so he wants more powerful piece on the board. That’s all I’m getting from this. Thank Father he doesn’t know you’re actually alive.” The Metatron hesitated. “I take that back. If he’d known, he would have confronted you by now, and you would have locked him in a perpetual loop of horror for even trying. At least half of our problems solved in one finger snap.”

"No kidding. Bad enough he made himself a bootleg." Gabriel snorted. "Maybe I should take a page from his book--literally. Hunt his ass down and show him what a real trickster can do."