(( Agron's mun has lost their muse since quite a while and given me allowance to finally kick him out of his mother-Met's metaphorical basement, but I never got to it. ))
Check-up with News
One of the Bi-daily check-ups on the Metatron and his egg now finally came up with a result that was… rather surprising.
While Raphael held his stethoscope to the eggshell, he heard a very distinct noise. One that was entirely new and different from the usual wriggling and liquid-movement:
… crack…
"… Metatron? I… believe you would want to come here now for a while" - it was lunchtime, and the angelic doctor was rather glad he had started to eat regularly. But now… well… it might take a long time, still, but…
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The angel turned his head to his healer, a chicken-leg in his mouth currently.
"Mhm?" with a swift motion the bone was on the plate and the Metatron at Raphael’s side with clean fingers.
Something was off, he felt it… He swore he could even see it… something was different about the egg…
But he couldn’t put his finger on it…
There was a heavy, unwell feeling in his stomach as he circled around the egg, eventually sitting down behind it, legs wrapped around it as he usually did, pressing it against his belly and protecting it with his arms…
"… what’s wrong…?"
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"Well…" - he smiled. And plopped down on the floor, squinting at the egg, after ten seconds switching his expression from concentrating to excited, running a finger down the shell.
… there. There it is. A hairline-rip that has been growing since a few hours.
"… I think it’s time"
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"What do you mean… time?!” Metatron growled at the angel, his hand reaching for the area Raphael was touching, almost swatting away the other’s hand… and eventually feeling the tiniest of crack in the shell.
"… Oh God…" he whispered, eyes widening in panic, hugging the egg a little closer…
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"Mmmmh, I think She is not involved this time around… but yes, Agron hatches today. Maybe you can contact him how he feels about it?" - he had said something about telepathic contact.
Being swatted away didn’t actually worry him. Maybe angels had some kind of motherhen-instinct…he had not experienced it yet.
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He put his chin on the egg, making a highly displeased noise.
No, he wasn’t ready for that.
He didn’t want to meet Agron in person.
He was much better of in the egg anyway… save and cosy…
Metatron proceeded to rub his cheek against the shell… concentrating…
«… Agron… are you alright?»
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He remembered disgruntled and impatient noises from inside as an answer...
He remembered panic welling up in him, because clearly something wasn't right about his little chick...
And he remembered Raphael doing his utmost best to calm him and convince him that this process was perfectly natural... despite being hissed at by his superior in a threatening, glowing-eyes manner...
Metatron remembered the sense of dread and helplessness and worry over the course of the next agonisingly long hours... The same anxious fretting he had felt whenever his wife had gone into labour...
He hadn't thought about it like that, but in hindsight, yes... it was pretty much the same feeling... He wanted Agron to be save and okay.
But at the same time he did not want to face this fucker!
He could think of him as a tiny, helpless being. A child, innocent so to say as long as he was still in the egg...
But with every crack in the shell, the moment drew closer when he had to give up that idea and talk to this demon from another universe...
Raphael really did his best, supplying Metatron with calming tea and even head-pettings, despite risking getting his hand bitten...
Even though he didn't want Agron to hatch, it took way too long...
He really didn't envy his wife... at least he didn't have to be in pain through that ordeal... Birth was scary...
Eventually there was a hole... He would not allow Raphael to touch the egg from then on... his own fingers gently rubbing over the shell... like a mother-hen protecting it with fierce care...
Agron was a mess...
A gooey black and turquoise mess... and far smaller than the huge egg had led them to believe...
About the size of a fruitbat, that once cleaned carefully with warm water and wrapped into a towel, even looked a little like a tiny bat-person...
With clear and attentive eyes...
Almost adorable...
The deceptive little shit had the body of an adorable little fledgling and yet the mind of a fully grown pervert.
Only Metatron didn't realise that immediately, since the little butt was entirely exhausted from fighting his way out of the egg... Slept in the moment his towel burrito rested against Metatron's chest...
The angel remembered smiling at Raphael, but the healer was still not allowed to touch the miniature demon.
Would never be allowed to...
Metatron woke that night from a tiny hungry whimpering... no matter what he tried to feed Agron, milk, juice, blood... he refused...
And then, with a tiny, squeaky voice... explained what sort of nourishment he needed.
The following weeks were awkward to say the least.
Agron was adorable. But sustaining him was even more challenging than it had before... because now that adorable thing was watching Metatron while... preparing food...
And sometimes requesting to partake...
Whenever Metatron left the room, he made sure to have a small spell on it, so none of the staff would enter and find Agron.
He would supply the demon with a feast and then leave him to sleep or do... whatever Agron did when Metatron wasn't around...
The Voice didn't sleep all too well in the same room with the tiny creature... so often enough he would just sleep on a bench in the park, or simply work there until it was evening and he would return...
It was there he met Rosario, that young student of... life, perhaps...
Admittedly it was nice to be in that tent and around things that reminded him to his old life... making him forget about that demon lurking in a completely furnished box next to his bed...
He did feel bad about forgetting the time...
And now he was back, in an empty room, with the evening wind blowing through the open window, letting the curtains dance.
He read over the note again that he had found on his pillow.
I got bored. Don't worry, I'm strong enough to take care of myself. Don't think you'll see me again. I can smell people who sustain me better from here already. - Agron
Agron was gone. They were both free.
He felt lonely... and empty.
Maybe someone should talk to Lu instead of Asmodeus and explain the problem? Because obviously Asmo isn't going to?
Maybe someone should…I guess we will have to wait and see whether someone does it.I wonder who that someone will be…
…
No seriously, why do you think it’s a good idea for me to talk to Lu about this?
I barely know him, he isn’t exactly angel or human friendly.Talking to Asmodeus is a different thing, I know him longer.Also Lu knows something is off… But Asmodeus doesn’t want to talk about it while Adam is still there.And I can understand that. He needs the peace and safety of being alone with Lucifer to discuss this.
I’ll raise my eyebrows once Asmodeus tries to gloss it over when Adam is gone again.
I have lately come across a problem that I did never have before…
Talking to several people about something that is upsetting to them and me.
But as a king of humans and a king of angels, I have talked to people from a distanced position about the matter.
"We have conveyed our opinion in a distanced matter to them…"
Which is a great thing to do, because it keeps personal feelings out entirely, allows you to have a more rational look at the matter and helps address people in a calm manner, even if the topic is entirely upsetting to me personally…
Because when it is… and I talk about it in a personal way… I have lately realised I have a big problem remaining calm about it, remaining rational and not putting up a defence and begin to shout and curse.
I didn’t mean to be sarcastic, immature or an arse, when I answered asks in an unpersonal way in the last days.
I simply did not want to make things worse…
But I see what impression it gives people.
So I will do my best now to do this personal, but professional…
Okay. I’m trying to sort my mind…
I am aware I made quite a mess.
I am aware that people are hurt now.
I am aware that excluding specific groups of people from a part of my life is a bad thing.
There are a lot of buts and a lot of reasons - though bringing them in wont help anyone at the moment.
So I am sorry that I needed to make that decision about my life.
And I am also sorry that this is hurting people.
And here is where my problem starts. I don’t know why it does?
It might be incredibly obvious to everyone, especially AJ and Asmodeus.
It is not to me.
As far-fetched as that sounds.
And I do know that not giving people equal consideration for ‘a position’ based on a group they belong to is bad.
Because everyone should have the same chances to do a thing.
Beyond that…?
I am perhaps too old, too stuck in thought patterns. I probably am just too stuck in my point of view to even consider one that would explain to me why you are offended.
I don’t mean to be hurtful. I am just unable to see it.
So I will say what I figured so far and then hopefully someone can help me out…
I don’t think anyone is offended by not being "allowed to date the Metatron”.
So it is not about the decision itself but about the reasons for the decision?
I was thinking I only voiced a personal preference in choosing a partner.
I excluded some people, for personal reasons.
I should have either elaborated why, or not mentioned the reason at all.
I tried to pre-empt the next Anon asking for a reason.
But also wanted to be done with the topic.
So the reason I gave was half-assed, simple and facile.
And it offended people.
I think it has to do with the reason as to ‘why not demons’
But I’m not sure…
I have the reasons in my head and they seem logical to me.
But they were not among the things people have said they are offended by…
I have been told that my reasons are that I consider demons:
- lesser people
- no people
- only people when it is convenient to me
- unable of love / long-term relationships / marriage
Or that I made it look like I think that about demons in general.
So naturally people are hurt by that… And I do see why they are hurt by that. Those are awful things.
You have all right to be offended if someone tells you any of the above.
But I don’t see how I made it look like that was what I think.
I honestly don’t know what I said or when, that made it sound like that.
I just don’t know. I really don’t.
Because this is nothing I ever thought or meant to say.
And it’s driving me crazy because I just don’t know where it comes from.
I suppose form lack of elaborating on “why not demons” but I don’t know it for sure…
And I know you think the apologies and clarifications I wrote in ‘we' form are immature or sarcastic. But they weren't.
That was just the only way to keep calm and not start screaming and cursing again at that time.
Because I didn’t get it.
Because I still don’t get it. And it just seems so surreal, because I don’t know what exactly happened…
And it’s probably making me angry that I am unable to get it…
I spent a lot of time writing and re-writing this, telling myself to not use ‘we’ and stay calm and just concentrate…
Because I keep getting upset about missing the point…
So someone please help me figure this out…
Or ask me questions, preferably not Anons…
Or I don’t know… just give me a hand here… I am trying my best…
So I can make sure I won’t… make the same mistake twice…
