Pestilence's eyes narrowed. For a moment he thought about the virus that he had created; the one that could effect immortals. Wouldn't that wipe the smirk off of the demon's face. But even if he did give into temptation, the virus was all the way back at his room, and there was no way he could get at it. So, it would have to be a verbal show-down... at least until the demon decided to get physical, in which case Pestilence hoped that the would be broken into large enough chunks to sew back together.
"Oh, I don't know, I've been around a long time, I've learned a lot. And if your dealings with the healer are any example, you're as gullible as a pile of socks." He took a step toward Mictain, nonchalant, but urgently motioned for Uriel to get away. He couldn't tell how Uriel was handling this, and it became veyr important to him that Uriel get away if nothing else. But he continued to talk to the demon, distracting him so that Uriel could get away.
"Me? A lowly personification? Hardly demon material, I shouldn't think. I don't have the standing for one thing. It takes *you* little hypocritical, hyped up, holier-than-thou halo polishers for that. Look at you, for instance. Lord of the Host, right? Big sword? Shining raiment? Thought you were so much better than everyone else, right? Perhaps it wasn't jealousy that brought you Down... maybe it was the same sin that felled old Lucifer himself. Funny that, don't you think, seeing as you were the one to cast him out?"
"As for Uriel, I think that is hardly any of your business seeing as that even when you were an angel, you were a self-centered little fuck who didn't even bother to open his eyes and see that the angel that was your best friend needed help. I may be the scum of the earth, and my mates may be the scourges of humanity, but at least we stick together."
He took another step towards Mictain, this time with purpose. He tried desperately to remember what little he knew about fighting. Keep the thumb outside of your fist. Fight dirty. Go for the groin. "And if you say something about Uriel again, I'm going to take offense. You know nothing about our relationship. And if you want to talk about whoring, I'd suggest you take a look at your little 'affair' with Raphael. You'd spread your legs for him the second he even looked at you. To be honest, your relationship is practically pedophilia... I mean he may be small, but he's basically fucking an idiot with the mind of a child."
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"Oh, I don't know, I've been around a long time, I've learned a lot. And if your dealings with the healer are any example, you're as gullible as a pile of socks." He took a step toward Mictain, nonchalant, but urgently motioned for Uriel to get away. He couldn't tell how Uriel was handling this, and it became veyr important to him that Uriel get away if nothing else. But he continued to talk to the demon, distracting him so that Uriel could get away.
"Me? A lowly personification? Hardly demon material, I shouldn't think. I don't have the standing for one thing. It takes *you* little hypocritical, hyped up, holier-than-thou halo polishers for that. Look at you, for instance. Lord of the Host, right? Big sword? Shining raiment? Thought you were so much better than everyone else, right? Perhaps it wasn't jealousy that brought you Down... maybe it was the same sin that felled old Lucifer himself. Funny that, don't you think, seeing as you were the one to cast him out?"
"As for Uriel, I think that is hardly any of your business seeing as that even when you were an angel, you were a self-centered little fuck who didn't even bother to open his eyes and see that the angel that was your best friend needed help. I may be the scum of the earth, and my mates may be the scourges of humanity, but at least we stick together."
He took another step towards Mictain, this time with purpose. He tried desperately to remember what little he knew about fighting. Keep the thumb outside of your fist. Fight dirty. Go for the groin. "And if you say something about Uriel again, I'm going to take offense. You know nothing about our relationship. And if you want to talk about whoring, I'd suggest you take a look at your little 'affair' with Raphael. You'd spread your legs for him the second he even looked at you. To be honest, your relationship is practically pedophilia... I mean he may be small, but he's basically fucking an idiot with the mind of a child."
Oh shit. Now he was in for it.