The sound of angelic song in the distance filled what could be considered the air if Heaven had a need for such a thing, and the Pearly Gates shone in the light of the Lord as Zeph approached them with the pastor who as served many years in the small chapel of White Wing Medical and Trauma Center faithfully.
Everything looked like most of the faithful masses envisioned with St. Peter standing behind a golden column like a podium-style pulpit with the Book of Life opened upon it, but a few steps behind the beloved apostle stood an angel in all its glory that Zeph instantly recognized.
Metatron.
A faithful pastor who spent his final moments in prayer for the health and soul of another, certainly deserved special recognition in Zeph's book, but hr couldn't be entirely sure about which one of them Metatron came to welcome.
