Mictain realized too late just what he had just revealed. Well, of course he had never promised not to tell anyone, but he had no idea whether it was really a good thing that War found out.

"I was walking along a corridor one night, before I got kicked out," he said, deciding a simple explanation might be the best way to deal with the situation. "I almost stumbled over them. They were standing in the shadows, making out like there was no tomorrow, and I really don't think Uriel wasn't making an effort. They both seemed to quite enjoy it, too."

He shrugged. "From their behaviour when I startled them I figured they were quite serious about it, too. Pestilence was ready to let me bash his face in just to protect Uriel's honour. Note this, I wasn't even threatening to hurt Uriel, I just called him with some not-so-endearing names, and he was about to start a fight. Pestilence. Start a fight. With me. Either he really was serious about his love, or he was in desperate need of a new corporation."

He shrugged, a bit uneasy as he recalled the events so long ago. "Your dear colleague even claimed to be willing to die for his angel, go figure. I imagined they'd have come out by now."