Mictain did not notice as Uriel retreated -- on that Pestilence's plan worked. The demon was far too concentrated on the horseman to pay any attention to the angel slipping hesitantly away.
"Pride was hardly my sin," he said lowly, folding his arms over his chest. "Pride wouldn't have made me idiotic enough to stand between Uriel and Raphel. And yes, I think you'd make a fine demon indeeed, given the way you use and mislead that angel of yours. You probably have him thinking that you actually care about him, right?"
He snorted at Pestilence's comment about his lacking friendship. "Much of a best friend he was -- Felling me for love," he said bitterly. "And you're one to speak. At least I was his friend -- not just best, but the only one; nobody else ever bothered to even go and see him. I bet you hadn't even seen him before I Fell, and now you're already preaching at me for not being a good enough friend for your standards? Look at yourself! He's at his lowest, in desperate need for any kind of company, and what do you do? Decide that he'll make a fine little sextoy. Believe me, I know all about that. I was the same to Raphael, after all.
"Yes, I do realize that I was not the brightest of lot when I was an angel. There's no use hiding it when it's a fact. However, I can assure you I'm not as blind and stupid anymore. I can see how you're using the angel when he's so desperate for company that he'll do anything just to feel accepted. Without you he'd probably off himself. All the better if he does. He'd make us all a bloody favour by ridding us of himself.
"And as for Raphael, I suggest you shut up about things you don't know a fuck about. I'll have you know I'm definitely not the one spreading my legs for him. He's the one who came begging to me -- and got rejected. If I'm to be with him, it's going to be on my terms." Except that he already ached so very badly for his sweet Raphael. But he would endure it. He had to.
"Now, how about you run back to your little whore? Make sure to make as much use of him as you can. I'll make sure that by tomorrow Raphael knows all about you two. We'll see if he's as eager to 'help' Uriel then -- although that'll probably only make you happier."
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Date: 2006-03-30 05:43 am (UTC)"Pride was hardly my sin," he said lowly, folding his arms over his chest. "Pride wouldn't have made me idiotic enough to stand between Uriel and Raphel. And yes, I think you'd make a fine demon indeeed, given the way you use and mislead that angel of yours. You probably have him thinking that you actually care about him, right?"
He snorted at Pestilence's comment about his lacking friendship. "Much of a best friend he was -- Felling me for love," he said bitterly. "And you're one to speak. At least I was his friend -- not just best, but the only one; nobody else ever bothered to even go and see him. I bet you hadn't even seen him before I Fell, and now you're already preaching at me for not being a good enough friend for your standards? Look at yourself! He's at his lowest, in desperate need for any kind of company, and what do you do? Decide that he'll make a fine little sextoy. Believe me, I know all about that. I was the same to Raphael, after all.
"Yes, I do realize that I was not the brightest of lot when I was an angel. There's no use hiding it when it's a fact. However, I can assure you I'm not as blind and stupid anymore. I can see how you're using the angel when he's so desperate for company that he'll do anything just to feel accepted. Without you he'd probably off himself. All the better if he does. He'd make us all a bloody favour by ridding us of himself.
"And as for Raphael, I suggest you shut up about things you don't know a fuck about. I'll have you know I'm definitely not the one spreading my legs for him. He's the one who came begging to me -- and got rejected. If I'm to be with him, it's going to be on my terms." Except that he already ached so very badly for his sweet Raphael. But he would endure it. He had to.
"Now, how about you run back to your little whore? Make sure to make as much use of him as you can. I'll make sure that by tomorrow Raphael knows all about you two. We'll see if he's as eager to 'help' Uriel then -- although that'll probably only make you happier."