There were no longer any minions standing in Uzuriel's way. All that remained was Banoleth.
"Banoleth! Stop this instant!"
"What?! Where are my troops?! What kind of demonic army can't even hold back one little angel girl?! Well, if you want a job done well, you have to do it yourself... What a bunch of garbage!" Banoleth brandishes his Scythe and prepares for battle.
"What's the matter? Does it hurt your pride to be defeated by a little angel girl?" Uzuriel crushes Banoleth's scythe under her foot.
"Hahaha! Bested by a baby featherball! Who'd have guessed I'd go down like this? Go ahead, finish me off!" Banoleth knows he is helpless without his scythe. He's come to terms with his defeat.
"No, you won't get off that easy. Fetch your demons and deliver this message to Dante: Don't let me catch you skulking around the Aura Kingdom or the Tree of Knowledge again!" Uzuriel grinds her heel into Banoleth's skull as she threatens him.
"Alright! Alright! Message received loud and clear! No promises that Lord Dante will listen, though! Just pray Lord Dante's wrath never spreads down to earth." Banoleth hurriedly gathers his remaining demon cohorts and disappears.
"Now that that's over with... The time has finally come..." Uzuriel gazes for a long moment upon heaven, a place that has become so familiar to her.