[England has long since been asleep, his investigation of the worst hit chapels and archives done. By early morning, he's made his way to New York City to seek out others. News reports aren't enough. Uriel wants light shed on this mass attack, and to understand himself how widespread it is. There are plenty of reasons for wanting to have a look at things himself. He's investigated every major sight in his own part of the globe. If there is anyone who is trained to see patterns in mass destruction, it's this angel. Counter-terrorism is his job, and that means tracking the source and making a timeline in order to hunt down the soul preying on all of them.
It's a shame he can't use his wings. Commercial aircrafts take precious time away from what feels like a countdown already. Still, Eden would never let him fly. Not in his state.
He, Eden, and Magda had rounded other seraphim within the UK to gather any remaining records of their existence and to safeguard them. A text message might have sufficed, but if he can help with the efforts, he will. They must protect what is left.
There's a message shot off to Hermes' phone an hour before he arrives. It's short and to the point: 1 hour. i'll be there.
Then, three solid knocks on the door. Uriel is leaning against the door frame, still battling cold sweats as his temperature continues to drop, the light and fire seemingly leaving him little by little.]
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It's a shame he can't use his wings. Commercial aircrafts take precious time away from what feels like a countdown already. Still, Eden would never let him fly. Not in his state.
He, Eden, and Magda had rounded other seraphim within the UK to gather any remaining records of their existence and to safeguard them. A text message might have sufficed, but if he can help with the efforts, he will. They must protect what is left.
There's a message shot off to Hermes' phone an hour before he arrives. It's short and to the point: 1 hour. i'll be there.
Then, three solid knocks on the door. Uriel is leaning against the door frame, still battling cold sweats as his temperature continues to drop, the light and fire seemingly leaving him little by little.]