"Sweetling, you musn't listen to him. He's only trying to lure you." Uriel's voice deepens, scowling freely at the demon.

He can't help but express contempt towards Astaroth. It was a natural hatred between two species. But--how did the two of you even meet? How did he not notice?

"But Hell suits you so much better," Astaroth says. He didn't care for Uriel's persistence to smite him. He's only focused on bringing you back to the underworld with him. "Shall we strike a contract then?"