"But why, Lord?" the Metatron asked.

"It is Will. It cannot be undone", God said.

"I am but a servant. Thy Will is thine will."

"You don't approve?" God asked, knowing the impetus for the question.

"It--It is of no consequence my Lord. I am your Voice."

"What is a Voice if not silent? Speak your peace."

The Metatron ruffled its plumage, unsure how to proceed.

"Very well, my Lord", it said in a tall tone. "If You are to do this, what will this Mean? To Your subjects on the Mortal Plane? It has been Said that they are not Worthy of such gifts."

"It has been Said", God trailed.

"To be excised as such...it is unkown how to proceed. This will provide turmoil and question Your rule. More so than any Time before."

"And this is concerning?"

"If it is Will, no, my Lord. To wonder on such things is all of our plight. Though being a plight we all bare, nonetheless it is left un-assumed. This creates doubt, my Lord."

"The doubt thou hast now?" God lilted.

"Partly", the Metatron quipped. "But also for Your subjects, Lord."

God smiled and turned to the Metatron. His gold horn shined with unmet beauty and splendor. God then nodded, as if answering a question unasked.

"I thank you for your candor. And I understand the question of Faith lost. It will seem dubious at first, yes. But the Will is determined. This will Save them all. Time will age, as they will, and in the Final Moments, it will be understood. This is my greatest gift. Yet they will Know it as a curse. Untill..."

The Metatron bowed his head in deference, "Of course, my Lord. It is thy Will."

"It is", God softly said. The warmth exuded from Him could only be described as transcendent.

"Very well. I will bring Word of their demise, my Lord. All of hamster kind will Know thy Will. It shall be Declared."

"Thank you", God smiled once more. "Thank you for your Understanding."