Uriel nodded.

"Of course." he replied.

He then looked at Aimee.

"I promise I'll protect you." he said.

"I won't let ANYTHING happen to you." he told her further.

Zeke just looked uneasy, but it was understandable. Some serious stuff was happening right now.

"A valid point." Uriel said.

"Regardless, we cannot just sit here and do nothing." he then commented.

"Right, I need to get to warning people." Zeke agreed.

"Kelly first, then Angela." he said further.

"She's working right now, and I like to think she's relatively safe at the Unit." he reasoned.

"For now, should be." Uriel agreed.

"Nowhere will be permanently safe." Uriel said.

"We need to have the utmost of caution from now on." he reasoned.

"Got it." Zeke replied.

Uriel then sighed and looked at his 'sister'.

"Thank you for telling us about this." he said to her.

"I don't think any of us archangels are truly safe right now."

"...seems rather doom and gloom..." Zeke mumbled.

"Yet it's accurate." Yuri said.

"If Michael has managed to get the Fallen to work together, then they are a very real threat to everything." he told him. "Normally the Fallen don't work with anyone. They act alone. And while they are dangerous, the Harmony can deal with them." he explained.

"If they work together, they become FAR more dangerous." he lamented.

"...great." Zeke muttered.

"He may already know." Uriel responded.

"As you said, he has the strongest connection with her, chances are he's aware that she's missing." he said. "However, we don't know for certain, or what he's thinking about it." he sighed.

"But we'll need to get into contact with the reapers. ALL of them." he said further.

"And everyone else." he added.

"Everyone?" Zeke asked.

"EVERYONE." Uriel stressed. "Aimee said this is an 'all hands on deck' situation, and she's right." he told him. "All three realms will need to band together on this." he commented grimly.

The three of them were silent as she left, and then looked at each other.

"I have people to tell." Zeke said.

"Go." Uriel told him. Zeke didn't need to be told twice, he was gone in that instant. Uriel then looked towards Aimee, before placing his hands on her shoulders... and then pulling her into a hug.

"I promise I'll keep you safe." he said quietly.

Meanwhile, as Sariel appeared in the tiny pocket dimension that contained the bar for wandering spirits, she looked around before stepping through the doors. When she stepped inside, it seemed like everyone in there had their eyes on her, and immediately hushed in fear.

Except for one. The one sitting at the bar, slumped over a drink.

The one she was looking for.

"Looking for ME, eh?" Gregory said.

"Such an honour." he muttered.

"But all right, enough with the sarcasm, enough with the pleasantries, WHY are you here, in a dive like this?" he asked her, before looking and seeing that all eyes were still on them. On her.

"Can we HELP you!?" he snapped, causing everyone to abruptly go on about their business.

"Lost souls. Pathetic things." he growled.

Gregory just drummed his fingers onto the bar, before slamming back the drink he had.

"Sid." he said to the bartender.

"We're borrowing the VIP Lounge." he told him.

"Right." the man responded, tossing a pair of keys at the Gregory, who caught it with ease.

"We're going to the back room." Gregory told Sariel.

"As it stands, it's the most private place in this private little pocket dimension." he said further. "And in the afterlife, that's as private as it's gonna get." he then reasoned.

The two made their way to the room in question, with Gregory shutting the door behind them. They then sat across from each other on the circular velvety purple couch, and he looked right at her.

"So talk." he said.

"And spare me any 'do you feel it' questions, of COURSE I feel it." he told her.

"I haven't been able to get into contact with her for TOO long." he stated.

"And the fact that you sought me out either means you must know something about this, or think I do." he continued.

"Let me answer if it's the latter. I don't." he finished bluntly.

"...." Gregory was silent for a moment.

He then smirked, and started to chuckle. Which then turned into laughing... which became even louder, as he threw his head back, almost seeming like a maniac now.

However, it died down as quickly as it came, and he looked at her.

"Meaning the End of Days is coming, quite possibly." he said.

"The bastard finally fell, did he?" he asked.

"So we need to stop this before he destroys everything."