Uriel was standing in front of the presence of her former friends and colleagues. The last time she met them was during the rebellion, and that was thousands of years ago. She wasn't scared of them, and even so, she couldn't win against a single one of them since she wasn't like Michael or the others who possessed powerful physicals.
"So, what he has come to offer to send you down here on your own?" Lucifer asked as he rested his cheek on his left fist. "I never thought he would be this desperate to ask for help," Lucifer smirked as he stared at Uriel.
"You can speak disrespectfully at me, and you can say anything you want..." Uriel paused as the whole room started to get hot all of them started sweating. "But when you speak ill of him, I don't care if I will die here, and I will melt that mouth of yours," Uriel continued and the windows started to shatter into pieces and melt.
