Uriel let out a piercing shriek and stumbled backward across the marble. Golden ichor sprayed everywhere from his severed stump. He frantically scrambled across the floorboards and snatched his fallen hand from the dust.
"How could a filthy mortal cut my beautiful hand!" Uriel screamed, pressing the severed flesh directly against his wrist. Brilliant holy light stitched his veins and skin back together in a fraction of a second. The angel flexed his restored fingers and admired his pristine skin. "My existence is absolute perfection, and you deserve to be burned to ash."
He snapped his golden eyes upward just as Solomon landed on his boots and gulped the gemstone down. Uriel opened his mouth and unleashed a furious roar.
"That divine essence is mine!" The angel charged across the ruined cathedral with his wings flared. "How dare you eat that! I will carve you open and rip it directly from your stomach!"
