'Uriel?' It was Uriel on the floor of his lab... the Howler was staring down at his face with its teeth close to his throat.
He would have to stop it from killing it, but what was interesting was that he didn't release that it was the natural bastard.
He inhaled, his scent was different... he couldn't place it but it was something mixed with death. He took a step forward and the howler cocked his head towards Moloch.
He saw the pointy teeth, saliva was dripping from it on Uriel's face it was a gruesome sight. There was still flesh between its teeth and blood had mixed with the saliva.
When he got near Uriel the thing's attention shifted from Uriel to him, he saw its eyes blink and it was assessing the situation. Moloch let out a sigh, it was going to get troublesome indeed.
He took another step and the thing cocked it's head again, it trailed a nail across Uriel's chest. What was it waiting for?
