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Mephisto teleported himself to the bottom step of Uzza's temple, and took a deep, unnecessary breath, sighing it out to calm his mind. He knew Uzza was not there for the day, but there was a fallen angel at the top of the climb. He started walking slowly up the steps, feeling the Eastern spells tug at him, touch him like bony, weak fingers as he could feel himself come to a sense of peace. He folded his blackened, ashy wings against his back, and bowed at the top of the stairs, before he walked into the temple. He took off his shoes and went to the front room -- the prayer room, and there he crouched.

He spoke Kokabiel's name as he knelt down, gentle as a whisper, but no less a summoning that it was for the quiet way it was spoken. He wanted to speak to her alone, wanted to clear the air. He had a feeling that his wrath, his lesson, the bitter words spoken to her that fateful night of finding her and finding Ariel wounded, had all left a bitter impression in her mind and heart. He wanted resolution.