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"Ah." Zeke responded.

"Need a lift getting there?" Azazel asked.

"...from what I've heard, it's NOT pretty there." he then added.

"You'll want a safe place to touch down, so to speak." he reasoned.

Azazel just sighed as well.

"That's not true." he said.

"But at the same time, it is." he added.

"The actions that occurred were not perpetrated by YOU." he said to her.

"This is confusing." Zeke mumbled.

Uriel just shook his head, before disappearing.

"...you should probably seek medical help." Zeke then suggested to Erica.

"...yes, and no." Uriel replied.

"I have a lot to answer for." he said.

"You have Mom to answer to." Zeke corrected.

"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to." Uriel mumbled.

".....fair." Zeke admitted.

"Might as well go and rip that bandaid off..." Uriel sighed heavily.

Azazel quickly grabbed his phone and dialled.

"Zeke." he said.

"Get to my backyard NOW." he told him.

"Erica needs you." he finished.

Sure enough, the line went dead and a few seconds later, Zeke was there.

"Erica!?" he exclaimed, getting close to her.

"Shit, shit, shit." Azazel cursed.

"This isn't good, this isn't good." he mumbled.

Uriel seemed to get more clarity suddenly.

"...I seriously hurt her." he vocalised.

"Looks like this goes deeper than that." Azazel commented.

Uriel paused for a moment, before stepping back.

He fell to his knees, as Azazel rushed out of the house.

"Oh holy hell, Erica!" he exclaimed.

"Are you all right!?" he asked her.

Uriel just growled.

"You're up to something." he said.

"I won't let it happen." he told her.

Then, before she could say anything, he brought his fist back and threw it at her chest... the one with the handprint on it.

Uriel just laughed out loud.

"How amusing!" he yelled.

"But intriguing." he said.

He then marched over towards her, towering over the female, before picking her up by her neck, almost choking her.

"I'll hit you in the chest. Your heart will stop immediately." he went on, pulling his fist back... and allowing Erica to see the handprint on the wrist of it.

Uriel looked at her sharply.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her arm.

"...I sense the demon in you." he told her, before looking around.

"Elizabeth's lapdog is here, too." he went on.

"I'll feel much better once I purge the two of you!" he then exclaimed.

"Very well." the male replied.

"I'll send him now." he commented, cracking his knuckles.

Meanwhile, down on earth, Azazel nodded.

"Yep." he replied.

"I WILL be watching from the window, though." he told her.

He then turned and headed back to his house... and just as he stepped through the door, a pillar of light formed in the backyard, and a confused and almost dazed Uriel appeared.

"Wha!?" he exclaimed, looking around.

Azazel just sighed.

"I'm all right." he said.

"I suppose." he muttered.

"I hate that I was manipulated like that, though." he growled.

"Leaves a bad taste in my mouth." he told her.

Meanwhile, upwards, a certain female made her way to where one male was making sure ANOTHER male was staying down and not able to do anything.

".....it time?" he asked her when she approached them.

"Just tell me what to do."

"........" Azazel was silent for a moment, before sighing.

"Right." he said.

"Come on." he told her.

The two of them then made their way to his backyard, where he stood away from her.

"The thing is... she knows." he told Erica.

"Odds are she knew you were coming here as soon as you decided to. So she's getting things ready." he went on.

"We just have to wait, and be ready when it DOES happen."

One of them did, indeed, answer.

And it was the one she was looking for.

"Oh, hey Erica." Azazel greeted her.

"...you're not lookin' so hot." he commented.

"There something I can help you with?" he asked.

"To my knowledge, yes." Hal replied.

"I don't believe... whomever that was... managed to get to anyone else outside this building." he continued.

"So I'll let you deal with that." he told her.

"And good luck." he went on.

"An archangel and a Fyrane? Not going to be easy."