Nuriel is wandering the house, thinking and trying to figure out something to do.
"Nuriel."
"Hm? What is it? Sir? I was in the middle of--"
"--something unomportant. I have much more important things to tell you."
"Oh? Like what?"
"Perhaps you remember a few days ago, when you revealed to those humans that you are a demon?"
"Oh, that."
"Yes, that. Now then, what was the deal I made with you?"
"You'd let me back into Hell if I brought back valuable intel, worked on a few souls, and, um..."
"And kept your nature secret."
"Yes. And that."
"Moreover, you have virtually guaranteed that the whole world will know of us, of Hell! This is completely the opposite of your instructions!"
"Sorry, sir..."
"Will sorry make them not know? No. But, punishment will prevent future demons from doing the same."
"..."
"I'll just tell you, then. And let me tell you, this quite a bit of negotiations on my part! Anyways, three parts. One: You're never going home."
"..."
"No reaction?"
"It just...it's weird, it doesn't seem like Hell is home anymore."
"Best we kept you out, then. Two: You are never leaving Angel."
"That should be fun in a decade or so."
"It could be, but...Three: Angel will never age."
"...What? But won't that--"
"Angel will always be an innocent youth. I've talked with the other big Archlords, and they agree that having a little girl given great powers by a demon possessing her is much more damaging to our secrecy than that girl also not aging."
"I, um..."
"The girl will stay more or less as she is until she gets killed. If that happens, her soul's going to Heaven...with yours attached."
"I...I..."
"You deserve every bit of it."
He vanishes. Nuriel returns to Angel's room, disturbed.
Angel waves to the others.
"Hi! Good morning!"