Uriel sits in his seat, at his desk, in the cramped room at the top of the church's tower. In one hand, a bottle of red wine. In the other, a ragged, old journal.
He sits in silence. The room is dark. The sutble, warm glow from his halo lights up the book, which he reads.
There's a knock on the trapdoor.
"...Hello?" He stands, looking down.
"Knew you were up here." A large wolf paw shoves open the trapdoor. L1MB0 pulls themself up.
Uriel stumbles back in shock, almost tripping over his chair. The book lands against the floor. "Wh... What?? Why are you here???"
L1MB0 chuckles, the static and corrupted nature of their laugh being contrasted sharply by the... clarity. Of it. Like it's being spoken right into Uriel's mind. "I needed to pay you a visit."
Uriel sighs, pushing the chair in. "What. is going on with your voice."
"Hm?"
He huffs, sitting down on his bed. "Don't hm me, you know exactly what I'm talking about! Why are you even... It's been YEARS!"
"Don't worry about it."
"That's like... That's like asking a gluttony demon not to eat, Limbo."
They chuckle again. "Cope." L1MB0 reaches down for the journal which was dropped.
Uriel beats him to it, stepping on it. "Why?"
L1MB0, still crouched down, looks up to Uriel. "I need it."
He seems confused, baffled even. "Don't you have an archive of it? Of everything in it?"
"Oh, of course, but I need the physical."
"No."
"Really."
Uriel stands, picking it up. "Yes, really. You know I'd never part ways with it. We've talked about this."
"Please?"
"What are you doing with it??"
"Something with Legion."
"...What? That hoard of souls trapped in 1 body? The major demon?"
"Prince."
"Pri-??? ughh..." Uriel sighs, facepalming. "I'm not up to date with news, you know this."
"Mhm. Boomer."
"Boome-?? What is this language! When did you start talking like this??"
"Just give me the book, Uriel." They extend their paw.
"...Fine." Uriel hands L1MB0 the book, staring them in the eyes. "But if anything happens to it, I'll raise hell."
L1MB0 chuckles. "You're so sentimental. It's cute." They disappear, taking the journal with them.
"..." Uriel sighs, crashing back onto his bed. He puts his hands on his face. "I can't believe him."