[Suzerain of Sheol]

Shealtiel, ignoring the others and their meaningless gibbering, hobbles off toward where Na'lsa stands ready to erupt into violence. Wheezing for the effort, he hastens as fast as he can, hoping to intervene before the demon destroys their chances of getting aid here.

Will an appeal to the creature's mad delusion work...?

"My lord. Na'lsa," Shealtiel says between coughs as he passes into the building. "Think of your frail flock. Look at me! We fail, we falter. You are strong, strong beyond mortal ken, but we are weak, frail and human. Remember why we came here."

Taking a moment to catch his breath, he adds, "And besides, it may be that these are allies in your cause you are threatening. Perhaps wisdom would dictate patience, here?"

He has never heard of this Cult of the Synthronos before, but knowledge of Metatron was certainly part of his studies in... in his life before. More than just the chief of the angels, Metatron was more a lesser God, empowered with absolute authority to judge. His disappearance in the wake of the Almighty's suicide has never been explained or explored, what with the gates of Heaven sealed, but could it be that he survived?

Shealtiel briefly entertains the horrifying thought of Metatron taking up the Sariel's black mantle, but no... surely he would have heard of such a thing. Surely all the world would have perished by now...