"Hahaha, that Dante! What is it he sees in a little girl like this? Oh well, I'm not hear to read minds." A fearsome ram-headed monster appeared suddenly, holding a menacing scythe.
"Alright, sweetheart. Run a long and play. The grown-ups have work to do! And I'd hurry if I were you. Otherwise things could get dangerous." The monster adressed Uzuriel in a patronizing tone.
"Who do you think you are?! How dare you speak to me this way! I'm the great angel Uzuriel, not some little girl."
"Oh, so you're the great angel Uzuriel I've heard so much about. Demon Lord Banoleth. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Now if you'll excuse me, O great angel Uzubaloo, I've got a Tree of Knowledge to burn and my army's getting antsy." Banoleth bows flippantly and turns to leave.
"Not another step, or you'll regret it! You think you can just tell me you plan to destroy the Tree of Knowlege, and I'll just let you stroll away? I've never seen such arrogance!" Uzuriel glares icily at the demon and readies herself for a fight.
"You're a real pain in the neck, you know that? Nevermind, I'll let the little minions tear you to shreds. They deserve a bit of fun now and again. Sorry I can't stay and play." Banoleth waves a hand and summons a pack of lesser demons before vanishing right before Uzuriel's eyes.