He had to grin at the image of Ligur taking orders from a particularly intimidating imp. "I don't care where it leads," said Crowley, "so long as it leads somewhere. I want answers and I'm willing to take my time to get them. There's something suspicious going on and I want to know what it is."

Then he grew thoughful, bending one knee to bring up a leg. "And I know the Metatron only takes orders from Him, but he's also a moron. It wouldn't be hard to trick him, I think, and I wouldn't be surprised if that turned out to be the case. I don't accept that it's just Him doing his little mind-fuck thing. Not if it's my and Aziraphale's arses directly on the line."