the elysians: metatron

The crosses of the artist’s design faded into dust before their eyes, the last tribute to the existence of the angels. Metatron watched and observed with indifference, counting the souls as they made their journey into the great dance beyond. They had long watched over this world, and as they wrote its final chapter in their ledger, they felt a sense of calm, knowing the evil in the hearts of man and machine alike had been quelled…