Uriel glared from his position atop the bookshelf, weighing the pros and cons of just tackling Lucifer from above. On one hand, it would be extremely satisfying. On the other, it would almost certainly end with Uriel (and the entire archives) reduced to an unsightly spot of Hellfire charcoal.
With a sigh, he hopped off the shelf, letting his wings slow his descent until he landed and pulled them back in. "Did you honestly come all the way out here in a hurricane just to annoy me?"