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Metatron adjusted his robes as he walked down the hall toward the Archangel Meetinghall. He'd already sent a lower-down messenger for them and they had likely settled into the meetinghall. Composing his face in a stern stare, he entered the room and sat at the head of the table. Not bothering to take role, he began talking.
"Hello, Angels. I have a new mission for you all today. You are, I'm sure, aware of your kind's recent and extensive involvement in the affairs of Earth. This is becoming a problem, as more and more angels become far too close to humans and humankind. Thus, your newest mission is to visit Earth and gather information on the people, angels, and demons currently there, as well as figure out why they are becoming so intertwined with human affairs. Report back monthly. You have one year.""

Lucifer slid silently down the hall of the main meetingplace of the Seven Sins, which was less a meetinghall and more a warehouse at the edge of the largest city in Hell. He knew the corners of this place and he knew where he could find each of the Sins, but he decided he'd let them come to him. Making sure no one was watching, he skipped a little down to the main room and then threw himself down on the largest chair in the large main room and draped himself out over it, arms and legs sprawled comfortably. They'd come. They always came when Lucifer ghosted into their meetingplace. They worshipped him, after all.

Duma padded quietly into the gates of the Central Park Zoo. He loved the comfortable atmosphere, the easy, nonchalant nature of the way the Zoo just slid into the park, uninhibited and strangely a part of the city. He made a beeline for the seal tanks immediately, a slouching teenager leaning against the glass and eyes transfixed on a seal as it slid through the water, he let his aura release a bit, his demonic shielding leave. There weren't any supernaturals around to notice it anyway and he liked being able to focus on the animals without the drain of miracles and hiding himself. His wings, however, stayed safely stowed in another plane and his eyes surveyed the seals quite happily.