Chapter Nine

“Virgil,” called a voice. The voice got louder, “Virgil, you imbecile! Get

up!” Virgil shot up faster than a rocket. Metatron looked at him with a face of

frustration and annoyance. “Get up Virgil,” yelled Metatron, who was running to

and fro in the palace.

“Damn it, Virgil,” exclaimed Metatron, “Where is my staff?” “Sir,” Virgil

answered with a yawn. He was still half-asleep. “Sir,” said Virgil, “It’s in your

left hand. Are we going anywhere?”

“Yes, Virgil,” said the annoyed Metatron. There was a silence. Then,

Virgil asked, “Where?” “Oh, you know where,” said the supernal, “or you

should.” “Well, I don’t,” commented Virgil. “We are going over to the Diamond

Palace,” informed Metatron, “We are invited to lunch. You know, the lunch you

were to remind me about ahead of time?” “Well, I assumed you would know,”

sighed Virgil. “Why is that,” asked his master. “Well, you weren’t given the title

Angel of Reason and Wisdom for nothing, were you?” “Yes, I understand your

point,” said the supernal, “I also understand why you ended up being Jackass of

the Year.” The two got a laugh out of that.

“Now, get ready, my vizier,” ordered Metatron. “Alright Master,” assented

Virgil, “Have you heard from the monkey yet?” “No,” said his superior, “Which

means he’s still at work.”

 “Damn,” commented Virgil, “How much fucking time does he need to

erase one person?” “This isn’t just any demon,” informed the supernal, “His target

is, after all, ranked number three of the most ruthless and feared of demons.” “The

Head of Spine,” said Virgil, “What if the baboon needs us?”

“Supernals can sense when other supernals are in danger,” said Metatron,

“So I will know.” “So will Michael,” said his servant. “Yes, I suppose he will,”

agreed Metatron. “So, what are we going to tell him,” asked Virgil. “That’s a

simple question,” said his master, “the truth.” “Now, get off your ass and get

ready,” yelled Metatron. With that, the Angel of Wisdom exited out the door,

leaving his servant’s pig-sty of a room.