เขาผู้ที่ถูกเรียกว่า บุตรของแมมม่อน (เนื้อหาRAWจากเกม WHB) EP2 Part 1.1

Part 1.1

        Through the cracks in the rock, Metatron slowly descended. He was a while, massive, winged angel.

        He was an enormous man, with an uncanny number of 36 wings fluttering in unison and harmony. And even with all those heavy wings on his back, it did nothing to his posture.

        His height and bulk rivaled Mammon’s, but his majestic wings made him seem even larger.

        In the sky far above him were the angels who served him, dozens of which all had eyes as blank as light that have somehow been switched off.

 Mammon : Do you not think you have come too low, my dear younger brother?

        Releasing his shield, Mammon easily patted the shoulder of the man everyone could only see if they looked up, with only a slight reach of his hand.

        Matatron. He was a stranger angel of unknown rank, Cherub, nor archangel.

         It was rumored that  he was born human, but had been especially favored by God and became an angel, and that he was actually a being greater than Lucifer, the head of the Seraphim.

        But regardless of the rumors, Mammon had a long-standing friendship with Metatron, who favored him and these grounds.

Metatron : I could faintly see you from up there, so I came down to see if anything had happened to you. 

Metatron : You see, if anything were to happen to you and Tatrtaros…

Metatron : I, Metatron, promised to step in and take your place.

        He used his great body as a echo chamber, and spoken again and again, with elegant pronunciation, and it was as genuine as a short speech or a scene from a great play.

        But before Mammon could respond, the prince in his arms lowered the blanket and spoken in a hushed voice. 

Prince : That won’t happen, uncle. Tartaros and succeeding him is all mine.

Bimet : Your Highness…!

Metatron : I am well aware of your aspiration, your Highness, and I am glad to be reassured.

        Metatron responded to the spoiled child’s rambling with mercy, but Bimet’s hands and feet were covered in sweet.

        Back in the days when God was still alive. The angels and devils of that time ‘didn’t get along’ and often ‘fought’, but they were not mortal enemies.

        But Bimet, or maybe only Bimet, felt it. That the smiling angel in front of him was somehow no different from the other angels who often attacked Hell.

Bimet : ( No, maybe he’s even more dangerous…)

        Just as Bimet was thinking that, Metatron turned his gaze in the direction he was standing. Just as Bimet calmed his body that was about to involuntarily flinch-.