[Have a curled up form, mostly hidden by the wings, sleeping. At least, until it tenses, probably jolted awake due to Jigoku’s creep factor atmosphere. There’s a crunch of a cinnamon candy meeting it’s demise, and Uriel sits up, looking about her warily.]
This isn’t the White City… Horseman, if you’re playing some kind of twisted game, I’ll make
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What sorcery is this? War, are you truly trying to get me to kill you again? And if so, that was a terrible lie, claiming a dead human a demon. One would think the Red Rider better skilled at such deceits.
[Yeah, Teutonic Order, Uriel's not going to believe it's a demon, no matter how much you do. 100 years around shabling human corpses has taught her the difference, slight as it is in her opinion.]
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