#lil uri

[ask-the-lord-of-the-files]

Dagons Adventures in Babysitting

Dagon winced at the little ones words. “Ah. We can round up Gabriel and Sam for sure, but Michael and Jegudiel are not here at the moment.”

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[ask-the-demon-uriel]

Do you remember falling, little brat? Do you remember what happened to Jegudiel?

Uri is very taken aback at being referred to as a brat. Tears well in their eyes on reflex but they wipe them away before anyone can see. “Wh-What are you talking about? Jeg is on vacation... and I’m not... what did I do to make you call me a brat?” They are very hurt.

( @ask-ghost-of-archangel-jegudiel look at the shit they’re pulling now)

[ask-the-demon-uriel]

Hey its the music box Jegudiel gave you hands Uriel back the music box

Uri gasps and immediately cranks up the music box. “Raphie, come look!”

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[ask-the-demon-uriel]

Well, If you're tired you should go to sleep! Maybe with Levi! He can still with you so you won't be scared!

“I’m not scared.” Uri wrinkles their nose. “...but I would like to see him. Where...” Before they can finish their thought, a large poof of magic surrounds them. When it disperses, adult Uri is back. They blink confusedly.

Lil Uri is no longer available for questions.

[ask-the-demon-uriel]

Magic Anon! Uriel is now a kid for some asks!

Uriel yelps. “Wait-“ but it’s too late. With a poof of magic, Uriel joins the growing horde of children. They don’t seem to know what to do.

They look down at their hands, which have blood on them. Their eyes widen, and they look they’re on the verge of tears.

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[ask-the-demon-uriel]

Uriel you are so sweet and cute and cool *crys happy tears*

Uri gasps. “No! Don’t cry!”

[ask-the-demon-uriel]

Have you met anyone new since you got here?

Uri hums. “Oh! I made a new friend! I think... Az!”

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[ask-the-demon-uriel]

You know what? You're too cute. I can't handle It. Guess I'll die. Bye, lov ya

Uri gasps. Tears well in their eyes. “No! Please don’t die because of me! Please no!” They wrap their arms around your leg tightly, unwilling to let you go.