Bab 383: Unease.

Sitting behind an enormous golden desk fitted with resplendent, colorful gems and filled with stacks of paper, was a portly man with a round face and a sapphire-colored gem on his forehead. 

His hand held onto an exquisitely crafted quill which scribbled on the paper before him. Making a few corrections there, signing his name over here, the portly man quickly and methodically worked through the mountains of paperwork.

After blowing through a few stacks of paper, the quill on his hand suddenly paused and a noticeable frown appeared on his face. 

Reading through the paper before him once more, the frown on the portly man's rotund face grew deeper as he solemnly uttered a name.

"Uriel."

His deep voice resounded endlessly through the empty room and into the long corridor that lied before. Repeating through the pure-white marble walls, his voice continued to echo farther and farther away.