Uriel washed up while Enoch cleaned the mess they'd made across the house.
Well, to say he did would be inaccurate. It would be more accurate to say his army of Lie Eaters did all the work, much to Uriel's dismay.
A while later, the house stood spotless, all dust and blood gone and a deep floral scent pervading through the air.
"How do I form a Class?" Uriel asked Enoch as he came down the stairs. "I've wasted enough time. Or can I go and buy one at the shop, maybe?"
Enoch, who was lounging in the living room and still a bit weak, shook his head. "Don't go out."
"If you do, you'll get swarmed by the crowd."
Uriel frowned. "For what?"
Enoch threw him a glance. "You gave all of humanity boons they'd never have been able to get."
"You gave dying children cures, hopeless men courage, and weak mothers power. To them, you put your life on the line for the greater good. They don't know you were forced."
"You're a hero."
Uriel paused. "I guess… I didn't think about it like that."
