The strain between the angels and demons were clear. The air between them was dense enough to stifle a mortal who came here and some bystanders who were in neither the group of angels or demons felt all hairs on their body raised while watching Satan standing in front of Michael.
Uriel took the chance to speak, "We are not here to wage any war, your majesty. We are here to question our brother's whereabouts."
"With this much people accompanying you? I would believe it if you say you came to attack my kingdom in any second," Satan stared at them before staring at his fingernails that had been painted black.