"What price am I going to pay for these Slips?"
The question sounded redundant, almost like a waste, but Uriel thought otherwise. Uriel still remembered that Titan projection that had appeared when the entity had told him he was a Nephilim.
He could remember its anger and indignation.
Now that he knew he was part of a Lineage of Giants, to a certain extent, Uriel could easily see that this entity was a member of his direct family, or clan.
And if this entity thought it worth projecting itself just to try and stop the entity from telling Uriel too much, then there was a risk somewhere.
There had to be a price.
"…"
Uriel wasn't sure, but he felt like the darkness in front of him was twisting into a visage. The visage of an entity seemingly carved from bronze stone, its features those of an ancient oni demon.
