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Date: December 4
Status: Private (Raguel, Uriel, Bast)
Setting: Uriel's room
Summary: Questions



Raguel passed the hours between dawn and evening by exploring the building, doing his best to stay clear of the other habitants for the time being. It was very strange to feel demonic and angelic presences existing together so, in such apparent complacence. He was well aware of the Antichrist’s rules regarding coexistence, but the underlying feelings of animosity were much less than what he had expected.

Strange too were the other presences in the manor; humans, so bright against his mind, the ‘gods’, more elusive and hard to pin-down, and the horsemen, dimmer still. Yes, even they were here. Raguel wondered what that meant.

At the appointed hour he came and stood in front of to the door to Uriel’s room.

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((Not at all! I kept you hanging for quite a while, and this post was a tall order. No worries!))

Raguel remained quiet and still, watching Uriel as she told her story. It was only when she raised her eyes at last to his that he, after a moment of meeting her gaze, looked away in turn.

He rose, conscious of the work of muscles against the pull of gravity and the... what was it that all physical objects had?... inertia of his seated body and walked slowly to the window. He looked out.

"And your feelings for him now?" he asked.

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"I... I'm not sure," Uriel sighed. "I do know I loved him back then, but now... I just don't know. I still do like him, in a way, but I fear I've come to care for another person more." Was that bad? Or good? She had no idea.

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A muscle moved at the corner of Raguel's mouth, and he put up a hand and smoothed away his face's desire to betray his thoughts, although he did wonder what emotion it would have displayed had he allowed it.

"Another?" His voice wavered just a bit between the first and second syllables.

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"Sad though it is, yes," Uriel replied. "Rest assured it will not lead to any kind of scandal, though, as he does not return my affections." Not that she knew of, anyway.

"Surely love is no sin?" she asked then, her voice wavering just a little bit. "As long as I love Him above anyone and anything else, is it not fine for me to love others as well?"

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Raguel paused a moment to consider the strange feeling that had been building in his stomach and chest. It was a sort of warm jumpy feeling, which had wanted to interfere with his breathing, but it died away as Uriel continued to sleep.

“No, love is not a sin,” he said solemnly. “But sometimes it can lead to sin; if Michael taught us anything; he taught us that.” He shook his head slowly. “But that is a morbid and rather unfitting example. I am certain that whatever comes of this it will not so much as approach that.” Though it was something to remember.

He gave her a sympathetic smile.

“I suppose that is enough for now. It isn’t as though we need press everything into a few short moments.”

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((I assume you meant 'speak', not 'sleep'...))

"I do hope this will not lead to anything like Michael's," Uriel sighed. "It was bad enough bad then, to everyone."

She smiled in relief at Raguel's next comment. "Good."

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((Hehe. Yes.))

Raguel nodded noncommittally. "I will be seeing you," he said cooly. "May He bless you, Uriel."

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Uriel nodded. "May the Presence be with you, Raguel," she responded.