Who: Uriel, Lucifer Where: New York Public Library When: Monday night What: Ugh, you.
The library was empty. If Uriel had been the type to find things creepy, the New York Public Library completely devoid of people would be very creepy indeed. Instead, he was just pleased that it left him free to hum pop songs without anyone overhearing him.
The library had been closed in preparation of Hurricane Sandy, and Uriel had volunteered to stay on as part of a skeleton crew to try and prevent any damage to the books. He was currently moving boxes out of the basement archives, since they would be the first things damaged if the library flooded. Given that some of them were priceless and irreplaceable, the thought made Uriel shudder. He desperately hoped the library would avoid damage; seeing ruined libraries gave him flashbacks to the smoldering ruins of the Library of Alexandria.
"That boy is a monster," Uriel muttered under his breath, hefting a stack of heavy boxes onto the cart. "M-m-m-monster, that boy is a monster..."
He trailed off as he heard footsteps. This late at night, he should be the only one here. He'd shooed his coworkers home, seeing no reason why they should have to stay when Uriel could handle it himself. Besides, they would be more helpful tomorrow if they had gotten some sleep. So there should most definitely not have been someone walking around in the basement with him. Narrowing his eyes, Uriel climbed atop one of the ladders to try and get a better view of the stacks around him.