Mictain nodded thoughtfully. "It doesn't make sense, no," he said. "I'd really like to figure it out, though. This is rather disturbing -- it just goes plain against my usual view of the world." He sighed once again. "Ah, well. Most probably Uriel has just got even crazier than she used to be."

He grumbled, "I am going to make sense of this -- if not otherwise then to prove that Uriel is completely crazy. And besides, if the kid indeed is Pestilence's..." A sudden thought crossed his mind, and he smirked. "Can you imagine what a fuss it'd cause Upstairs? It'd be pure chaos. The pure and untouched perfect archangel is pregnant, unmarried, and the father's a horseman. I can just imagine the look on Metatron's face when he finds out..."