As Leviathan retreated into the shadows, her laughter echoed through the desolate landscape. Her encounter with Rael and Arut had served its purpose she had tested their strength and found it to be formidable, a force to be reckoned with.
With a smirk, Leviathan disappeared into the darkness, her thoughts already turning towards her next move. She knew that her report to Asmodeus would be met with intrigue and curiosity the strength of the angel and demon duo was a rare find indeed.
Meanwhile, Uriel, the diligent angel tasked with the search for Michael, remained unaware of the events that had unfolded. As she slept peacefully, her mind blissfully unaware of the chaos that had gripped the celestial realm, Raphael and Sariel focused their efforts elsewhere, their attention consumed by the search for answers about the Creators.
Weeks passed, and Uriel remained in a state of blissful slumber, her mission forgotten and her presence overlooked by her fellow angels. As Raphael sent troops to scour the cosmos for any clues about the Creators, Uriel remained in the dark, her purpose unfulfilled and her potential untapped.
It wasn't until a chance encounter with a passing messenger that Uriel was roused from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open as she blinked in confusion. "What... what is happening?" she murmured, her voice groggy with sleep.
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The messenger, startled by her sudden awakening, explained the events that had transpired in her absence the appearance of Lucifer, the battle at the border, and the revelations about the Creators. Uriel listened intently, her mind racing with thoughts and questions.
As Uriel processed the information she had been given, a sense of determination welled up within her. She may have been overlooked and forgotten, but she refused to let that stop her from fulfilling her duty as an angel of Heaven.
With newfound purpose, Uriel set out to join the search for Michael, her resolve unwavering as she journeyed through the cosmos in search of any trace of the missing archangel. She knew that her mission was more important than ever that the fate of Heaven itself may depend on uncovering the truth about Michael's disappearance.
And as she flew through the stars, her wings beating with a steady rhythm, Uriel vowed to never again be forgotten or overlooked. For she knew that even the smallest of angels could make a difference in the grand tapestry of creation.
Uriel's search for Michael led her to the precipice of Mount Elysium, a place where the celestial and infernal realms brushed against one another. As she scoured the area for any sign of the missing archangel, a chill ran down her spine a sensation that told her she was no longer alone.
Emerging from the shadows, Leviathan approached with a predatory smile. "Well, well, if it isn't Uriel. What brings you to this forsaken edge of the world?"
Uriel's heart pounded, but she steeled herself, her wings flaring as she drew her sword. "I'm searching for Michael. What are you doing here, Leviathan?"
Leviathan laughed, the sound like ice cracking in the dead of winter. "Michael? Oh, little Uriel, you're far from finding him. But since you're here, why don't we have some fun?"