Eat Your Maker [Liltotto/Metatron]

Like the Shinigami who came before them, Metatron had soundly defeated the Quincy heathens who challenged him. Yet, victory had not been had on that day; nay, all the Hollows and Arrancar he allied with had fallen or fled. Even the mighty Asher, the one Metatron had believed to be chosen by God to lead His forces on Earth to purge all sin, had been defeated and killed by their enemies. By disgusting, vile, heretical infidels who dared to call themselves Death Gods, an affront to the one true Lord above.

What was left for Metatron, Heaven's greatest zealot? Those who've observed his statuesque visage since the battle might be led to believe nothing, in fact, is left for him. Upon regenerating his physical form, the superficial wounds those so-called destruction monks had inflicted upon him vanishing without a trace, the angelic Hollow stood just outside the great chasm unmoving and unresponsive. For the most part. The unlucky few who wandered the battlefield and came across him were swiftly dealt with as little more than nuisances, after which he would return to his vigil. He left none able to report of his existence and presence, not that these monkeys could threaten him.

Beneath the unblemished mask adorning his face, Metatron's thoughts were in constant flux. His first consideration was going into the hole, but unlike Asher and many of his comrades he had not come from the world deep beneath the Earth's surface; he was a Hollowfied human, having been born in this sinful world when Asher encountered Benjamin Davis. Without a home to speak of, the other course of action was continued war with the Shinigami and humans...but he had no army with which to wage that war. Though his zealous belief in himself being the one true chosen one, not Asher, even the delusional Metatron had to admit that would be a tall task by himself. So, where does that leave him?

Enraged. Because of his enemies, but even more-so because of his so-called allies. He had been led astray by Asher, a false prophet. God wouldn't fail, so obviously Asher wasn't chosen by Him. Only Metatron remained. Only Metatron was chosen.

Alone. With no soldiers to lead or allies to call upon.

What to do? Well, there was really only one path forward for him.

Metatron would simply destroy everything.