"The father?" Uriel raised an eyebrow. "Only my brother knows that at the moment -- and no, it's not him. I do still have some kind of morals, despite the fact that I'm having an illegitimate child. Incest would be stretching those morals a bit too much."

She sighed. "I apparently have no choice but to tell you, though," she said quietly, "for I cannot let people know about my pregnancy before I'm absolutely unable to hide my condition. I must beg you not to tell this to anyone, either. Not that most people would even believe you, mind you..."

Drawing a deep breath, she said, "It's Pestilence. No, he doesn't know. And he must not find out." She gazed seriously at the succubus. "It's a complex little tale with quite some heartbreak involved, so I'd rather not recite the circumstances under which the conception took place. It was fully consensual, though, just in case you were wondering."

Resting her chin on her knees, she bit her lip, looking at Ellie. It went against her very nature to trust a demoness, especially in such an important matter, but she had no choice. She had to agree to Ellie's terms -- and hope that she had more sense of honour than most of her brethren. "You've got your information now. Do tell your tale, whatever it is."