"Not Pride," Mictain said quietly, "just Love. Love is not a sin in itself, but if you make God jealous by loving somebody else..." He left the end of the sentence hanging in the air.
"Perhaps you don't give a fuck if Raphael knows about you two," he said then, "but Uriel most probably does. He's lonely enough as it is even without you chasing the other angels away from him. If you actually cared about Uriel, like you obviously claim to, you would want him to be helped. If there is a way to heal him of his problems, the one who has most -- or any -- chance at accomplishing that is Raphael. Do you really think Raphael would help your little angel if he knew about your relationship? He despises you and everything and everybody associated with you. As you don't care what he thinks, you hardly care as much about Uriel as you claim to."
Raising his hand so that Pestilence definitely saw it, he flexed his fingers, the claws flashing in the dim light of the corridor. "You? Break my face? Hardly," he snorted. "Although if you really want to die for your little whore... That can be arranged." With a cruel smirk he took a step closer to the horseman, looming threateningly over the shorter* being.
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Like Uriel, Pestilence was hardly short. However, many of the beings in the Manor were taller than average, and Mictain was well taller than even the Manor average.
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Date: 2006-03-30 09:16 am (UTC)"Perhaps you don't give a fuck if Raphael knows about you two," he said then, "but Uriel most probably does. He's lonely enough as it is even without you chasing the other angels away from him. If you actually cared about Uriel, like you obviously claim to, you would want him to be helped. If there is a way to heal him of his problems, the one who has most -- or any -- chance at accomplishing that is Raphael. Do you really think Raphael would help your little angel if he knew about your relationship? He despises you and everything and everybody associated with you. As you don't care what he thinks, you hardly care as much about Uriel as you claim to."
Raising his hand so that Pestilence definitely saw it, he flexed his fingers, the claws flashing in the dim light of the corridor. "You? Break my face? Hardly," he snorted. "Although if you really want to die for your little whore... That can be arranged." With a cruel smirk he took a step closer to the horseman, looming threateningly over the shorter* being.
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Like Uriel, Pestilence was hardly short. However, many of the beings in the Manor were taller than average, and Mictain was well taller than even the Manor average.