Mictain listened to the angel's words with little surprise. Rather he would have been surprised if Raphael had actually behaved sensibly. However, he decided, he didn't have to take just any crap the healer dished out.
The angel turned to leave, apparently having said what he had to say, refusing to listen to any response. Well, that wouldn't do. Reaching out a hand, Mictain grasped the healer's hair -- if he'd taken a hold of his clothes the angel would have just miracled himself out of them; he was certainly devious enough. Pulling the angel back by his hair, uncaring about any and all sounds of protest or pain, he then wrapped clawed fingers around one of the slender wrists, scratching skin, making it impossible for Raphael to escape.
"Now fucking listen once in your existence," he growled. "This is exactly what I meant when I said I can't stand your attitude anymore. You'd drive a saint mad, and I never was very patient even as a saint.
"Perhaps I'm not Michael. However, what little remains of him is inside me. And let met tell you, even his love is rapidly fading, which is quite a lot to say when he died for you. Too bad he didn't realize in time you aren't worth the trouble.
"I'm not beneath you, nor am I beneath Michael. I am your equal, I am what became of Michael. You're a fucking angel; shouldn't you be thinking that all His creations are equal anyway? Even our resident nutcase has a healthier attitude than you do, as does everybody else in this bloody Manor. Newsflash for you, Raphael: Angels and demons are two opposing sides, not two different levels of existence with one going over the other.
"Me? Deceive, pressure? No, I only tried to make you let me stay, foolish that I was. What little remains of angel in me wanted you, wanted to be with you, and I let it take over the dmeon for a moment -- not to pressure you or take advantage of your feelings, but simply to make you more comfortable. I told you I would be content just to see you, be in the fucking same room with you. It was you who suggested sex, well knowing that I was a demon. And lust without love, Raphael -- watch out. Next time Uriel tries to off himself he might actually manage, and then you'll be responsible for the deaths of two angels -- besides yourself, of course, although you hardly will care by that point.
"Yes, I was an idiot -- an idiot to ever think you were worth a moment of my time, to ever care about you. I simply don't understand how you can still call yourself an angel when clearly the only one you care for is yourself. And yes, I can draw comparisons between you and Israfel. At least he also cares about his partner's pleasure, while you only care for your own benefit and satisfaction -- and to get that you're ready to do just about anything. That, Raphael, is a slut. You never were anything else, either -- or did you not use sex to make sure Michael stayed loyal to you? Forget being a slut, you're a downright whore.
"Perhaps you think you don't need anybody. That is not true. You need people very much, need to feel that you're needed, need somebody to treat, to advise, to lead to right, to fucking control. The problem is that nobody else needs you. At the moment I very much hate you, Raphael. Everybody hates you. Angels, demons, and humans alike are all fed up with your fucking attitude. If it wasn't for Adam you would have been kicked out ages ago. And as for going to Hell -- I'm confident that when I finally wander Down There I'll find you already there.
"I'm a bastard now, apparently. Fine, call me whatever you want to. However, if I'm a bastard, it makes me wonder what you are, for at the moment you're more a bastard than I ever could be -- and I'm a demon. You're a fucking angel, no matter how hard it's to believe at times. With angels like you, there's no need for us demons."
He tugged sharply at the coppery hair he was still holding. "Why do I even bother? It's not like you're going to listen anyway. After all, everything that doesn't work towards your ends is worthless to you."
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Date: 2006-03-19 10:38 pm (UTC)The angel turned to leave, apparently having said what he had to say, refusing to listen to any response. Well, that wouldn't do. Reaching out a hand, Mictain grasped the healer's hair -- if he'd taken a hold of his clothes the angel would have just miracled himself out of them; he was certainly devious enough. Pulling the angel back by his hair, uncaring about any and all sounds of protest or pain, he then wrapped clawed fingers around one of the slender wrists, scratching skin, making it impossible for Raphael to escape.
"Now fucking listen once in your existence," he growled. "This is exactly what I meant when I said I can't stand your attitude anymore. You'd drive a saint mad, and I never was very patient even as a saint.
"Perhaps I'm not Michael. However, what little remains of him is inside me. And let met tell you, even his love is rapidly fading, which is quite a lot to say when he died for you. Too bad he didn't realize in time you aren't worth the trouble.
"I'm not beneath you, nor am I beneath Michael. I am your equal, I am what became of Michael. You're a fucking angel; shouldn't you be thinking that all His creations are equal anyway? Even our resident nutcase has a healthier attitude than you do, as does everybody else in this bloody Manor. Newsflash for you, Raphael: Angels and demons are two opposing sides, not two different levels of existence with one going over the other.
"Me? Deceive, pressure? No, I only tried to make you let me stay, foolish that I was. What little remains of angel in me wanted you, wanted to be with you, and I let it take over the dmeon for a moment -- not to pressure you or take advantage of your feelings, but simply to make you more comfortable. I told you I would be content just to see you, be in the fucking same room with you. It was you who suggested sex, well knowing that I was a demon. And lust without love, Raphael -- watch out. Next time Uriel tries to off himself he might actually manage, and then you'll be responsible for the deaths of two angels -- besides yourself, of course, although you hardly will care by that point.
"Yes, I was an idiot -- an idiot to ever think you were worth a moment of my time, to ever care about you. I simply don't understand how you can still call yourself an angel when clearly the only one you care for is yourself. And yes, I can draw comparisons between you and Israfel. At least he also cares about his partner's pleasure, while you only care for your own benefit and satisfaction -- and to get that you're ready to do just about anything. That, Raphael, is a slut. You never were anything else, either -- or did you not use sex to make sure Michael stayed loyal to you? Forget being a slut, you're a downright whore.
"Perhaps you think you don't need anybody. That is not true. You need people very much, need to feel that you're needed, need somebody to treat, to advise, to lead to right, to fucking control. The problem is that nobody else needs you. At the moment I very much hate you, Raphael. Everybody hates you. Angels, demons, and humans alike are all fed up with your fucking attitude. If it wasn't for Adam you would have been kicked out ages ago. And as for going to Hell -- I'm confident that when I finally wander Down There I'll find you already there.
"I'm a bastard now, apparently. Fine, call me whatever you want to. However, if I'm a bastard, it makes me wonder what you are, for at the moment you're more a bastard than I ever could be -- and I'm a demon. You're a fucking angel, no matter how hard it's to believe at times. With angels like you, there's no need for us demons."
He tugged sharply at the coppery hair he was still holding. "Why do I even bother? It's not like you're going to listen anyway. After all, everything that doesn't work towards your ends is worthless to you."