"I know," God said, without skipping a beat. "Your eye is on my son Light Yagami, of Japan. I believe it's certainly appropriate, given his tendencies. But be warned that I have selected my Metatron, and though he has been deceased for a few years, I am certain that he can be persuaded to cooperate. He is an extremely intelligent man. Possibly as much, or moreso, than your intended Beelzebub."