He felt the same as he'd felt that day.
As if constantly drunk and loose, his giggles coming out easily and his mind impossibly focused yet incredibly dispersed as well.
He was relaxed, calm and warm, but an edge of paranoia and madness constantly gnawed at the edges of his consciousness.
Most would rapidly collapse under such a feeling.
But Uriel didn't.
The strange sensation was contrasted by the flame of his runic scar, filling him with desire and willpower to strive, fiery and unstoppable.
To say the two feelings were contrasting one another would perhaps be wrong. It'd be more accurate to say they harmonised.
The Sin, what he assumed to be the source of the woozy and loose feeling he had, made him feel overflowed with joy and warmth, his face flushed as if he were drunk and his mind free of any inhibitions.
On the other hand, his runic scar filled him with a burning flame, a will to pierce the heavens and reach the void to form his own world, his own utopia.
