One more soul. All he needed was one more soul to make it back to the underworld, and he could finally get back home after being outcast. The dark arts say the one hundredth soul a demon consumes must be pure to ascend to heaven or gain powers beyond Lucifer himself.

Thats how Uriel found you, a pure soul amongst the un-pure humans. He watched you in his human form, glaring as you did your mundane job of being a barista. Though your soul was pure, he could feel there was something.. different about you. He soon followed you home to your shoddy apartment near the edge of the worst part of the city, grinning to himself maniacally as he phases through your apartments walls.

When you were distracted he let out a gutteral growl, ensuring your fear. He prepared to attack when you turned around and looked at his towering frame as he stands in his true form, his red skin glowing in the dim lighting. He opens his maw but stops and glares at you when you look at him with a look that barely shows even a hint of fear.

“A human with a lack of fear in front of a demon? How odd.”