Uriel huffed and the sweat dripped from his brow. His hand slowly reached up to wipe his brow and he huffed again.
His eyes had stayed on the leyline that he had tried to open the door to Hell. He had seen the glimmer that had appeared but there wasn't enough force that could hold the door there.
He had felt that something had tried to stop him from the opening door, so it had been a power struggle and he had clearly lost that struggle to hold the door.
The spirit was watching him, he could feel the eyes on him. He could feel their anticipation of what might happen if he had opened the door.
He wondered if they thought that he would throw them all there for a judgment. A small smile played on his lips at that thought, it would be easier to just throw them for the wolves then judge them by their sins.
