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neutral_omensDate: February 28, 2000
Setting: The hallway
Status: Private: Raphael, Mictain
Summary: A chance meeting.
When he returned, he found them all dead, each of the manor's inhabitants laid out in a line. He ran to each, touched them and tried to revive them but to no avail. At the sight of the mutilation even he grew vaguely ill.
Then he seemed to realized that the place was burning. He followed the trail of bodies and it occured to him that one was missing...
There was laughter in a cloud of smoke and it parted to reveal two beings, both of whom he knew.
Mictain had his sword drawn.
"He's mine so I can make him do anything you know. Even kill you." Mictain raised his sword and behind him Lucifer's eyes shone hideously.
"Even this."
With a swift motion, Mictain slit his own throat and blood poured out. Raphael darted forward but Lucifer pushed the body aside and lashed out...
Raphael woke, gasping. It had been a nightmare, another one. He reached out...
The bed was empty. That was right. That bit hadn't been a dream. The healer shivered; it suddenly seemed very cold. But then again, it did every night.
Feeling distracted, he decided to go down to the kitchen and get a drink. He was far too nervous to trust himself to properly miracle it and a walk would do him good.
He left his room, looking sadly at the door next to his and made his way sleepily down the hallway...
Until he felt the aura and froze.
Setting: The hallway
Status: Private: Raphael, Mictain
Summary: A chance meeting.
When he returned, he found them all dead, each of the manor's inhabitants laid out in a line. He ran to each, touched them and tried to revive them but to no avail. At the sight of the mutilation even he grew vaguely ill.
Then he seemed to realized that the place was burning. He followed the trail of bodies and it occured to him that one was missing...
There was laughter in a cloud of smoke and it parted to reveal two beings, both of whom he knew.
Mictain had his sword drawn.
"He's mine so I can make him do anything you know. Even kill you." Mictain raised his sword and behind him Lucifer's eyes shone hideously.
"Even this."
With a swift motion, Mictain slit his own throat and blood poured out. Raphael darted forward but Lucifer pushed the body aside and lashed out...
Raphael woke, gasping. It had been a nightmare, another one. He reached out...
The bed was empty. That was right. That bit hadn't been a dream. The healer shivered; it suddenly seemed very cold. But then again, it did every night.
Feeling distracted, he decided to go down to the kitchen and get a drink. He was far too nervous to trust himself to properly miracle it and a walk would do him good.
He left his room, looking sadly at the door next to his and made his way sleepily down the hallway...
Until he felt the aura and froze.
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Date: 2006-03-03 08:34 pm (UTC)Mictain laughed. "Too short to be pretty? Since when did height become an issue when it comes to prettiness? You may not be beautiful in the tall, fragile, ethereal way that is usually associated with angelic beauty, but that does not make you odd, just different. If you manage to be small and freckled and still pretty, the more power to you, I think. And believe me, you could have a third eye in the middle of your forehead and green hair on your hands and you'd still be a whole lot more beautiful than most demons.
"You're definitely prettier than that fucking bastard Uriel, anyway," he added then. "Has he ever even heard that hair ought to be brushed sometimes?"
He shrugged. "You go get your water," he said. "And then you can return to your cold, dark, empty, lonely room."
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Date: 2006-03-03 11:34 pm (UTC)He ignored the comment about Uriel and started lightly walking away.
"I just got caught of guard. The shadows made you look like... well, nevermind.
But it's him I miss. Not you. You're not the same."
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Date: 2006-03-04 12:05 am (UTC)He smirked again, trying to ignore the unpleasant feeling inside him as he saw Raphael walking away. He was simply lusting after the angel, after all. And he'd get him yet. "Sweet dreams, angel."
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Date: 2006-03-04 07:58 am (UTC)All he wanted to do was return to his room as quickly as possible.