He gave a grin that was reminiscent of a shark, all fangs and death, "not yet I'm not. Soon though. Soon. Mortals are so eager to hasten their demise." He tilted his head, "yes and if you all had three braincells to rub together I'd believe you. I imagine something at least hinted, and I will find out what it is."
"You surprise me Uriel," he picked up a book, "so eager to see the Saints suffer. You know I can find the things they love and snuff them out without issue. I wouldn't even kill them, just the ones they love. And you can't keep me from them forever. So, the good of the many compared to the good of the few. You can persist in this, or you can know that it's your fault I burn the Saints' families to ashes. And don't think I'll exclude Eve. I figure I owe her a visit, considering it's her fault I'm here."