Ellie's eyebrows shot up at the Horseman's name, and she quelled a bitter laugh as the angel spoke of heartbreak. As far as she knew, whatever the circumstances of their tryst, Pestilence was still alive. How a Horseman of the Apocalypse happened to get an angel up the duff, as John would so eloquently put it, was a questiont hat could wait.
"Once upon a time," she said without preamble, "there was an angel whose smile was like the sunrise, and whose eyes were pools of dew. He was a faithful servant of his Lord, strong in the Presence and filled with love for all His creatures.
"This angel had the ill luck to succumb to the the wiles of a demon--a succubus who foolishly thought to snare a member of the Host, thus greatly increasing her standing among her sisters. But her plan worked too well, for while it was in her nature to inspire lust, it was equally the angel's nature to inspire love. And so he did.
"When the succubus conceived, the two fled together, fearing for the saefty of their child, and the punishment that awaited them if their secret was discovered. They sought help from a human sorcerer--a good man in spite of himself," she smiled slightly, "and a champion of misfits. He found them a place where the child could be born, hidden from the eyes of Hell.
"What he did not know, or had forgotten, was that the greatest threat did not come from Hell."
Ellie's face twisted into an involuntary grimace. "And lo, it came to pass that in the city of London a child was born, a daughter who was an abomination in the eyes of Heaven. And a choir of angels appeared to herald the birth.
"They drove a flaming sword through the throat of the father, and he burned. And they took the child still unnamed from its mother, leaving her to bleed. And never from that day has the fate of the child been told."
She studied her clasped hands, not really wanting to see the angel's reaction to all this. "If I were you," she concluded softly, "I would take whatever steps were necessary to stop your good-for-nothing brother-of-a-brother from spilling the beans to anyone else, and I would not set foot outside the Manor for any reason whatsoever until after I'd delivered."
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Date: 2006-06-12 08:29 pm (UTC)"Once upon a time," she said without preamble, "there was an angel whose smile was like the sunrise, and whose eyes were pools of dew. He was a faithful servant of his Lord, strong in the Presence and filled with love for all His creatures.
"This angel had the ill luck to succumb to the the wiles of a demon--a succubus who foolishly thought to snare a member of the Host, thus greatly increasing her standing among her sisters. But her plan worked too well, for while it was in her nature to inspire lust, it was equally the angel's nature to inspire love. And so he did.
"When the succubus conceived, the two fled together, fearing for the saefty of their child, and the punishment that awaited them if their secret was discovered. They sought help from a human sorcerer--a good man in spite of himself," she smiled slightly, "and a champion of misfits. He found them a place where the child could be born, hidden from the eyes of Hell.
"What he did not know, or had forgotten, was that the greatest threat did not come from Hell."
Ellie's face twisted into an involuntary grimace. "And lo, it came to pass that in the city of London a child was born, a daughter who was an abomination in the eyes of Heaven. And a choir of angels appeared to herald the birth.
"They drove a flaming sword through the throat of the father, and he burned. And they took the child still unnamed from its mother, leaving her to bleed. And never from that day has the fate of the child been told."
She studied her clasped hands, not really wanting to see the angel's reaction to all this. "If I were you," she concluded softly, "I would take whatever steps were necessary to stop your good-for-nothing brother-of-a-brother from spilling the beans to anyone else, and I would not set foot outside the Manor for any reason whatsoever until after I'd delivered."