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Time: July 27, 2000
Place: Manor Corridor
Status: Private (Uriel, Mictain -- complete)
Summary: A reunion of sorts.
Uriel had decided that six millennia of wearing robes was quite enough, especially now that even they couldn’t hide her condition. She also decided that she’d got enough of wearing white – mostly because it reminded her of Pestilence. She’d had some dreams about the horseman lately, some of them quite unpleasant, some too pleasant. She didn’t need any more reminders.
Switching to maternity clothes seemed like the perfect excuse to change her style. This was why she now was wearing a blue t-shirt that actually fit over her stomach, with the text, “Baby on board”, on the front. She didn’t know why, but for some reason she found it nice. This she had accompanied with a bit darker blue skirt, one with an elastic waistband like her doctor had recommended. Thus it was very clear that she was indeed pregnant as she walked back to her room after yet another work shift at the front desk.
This didn’t go unnoticed by the other being in the corridor. Her round stomach was the first thing Mictain’s red eyes were drawn to when he appeared from around the corner.
A smirk curled the demon’s lips. “My, my, my,” Mictain said. “Been busy with your little horseman, haven’t you?”
For a moment Uriel couldn’t find anything to say. Mictain circled her like a predator, eyeing her from every direction, the smirk staying.
“You’re afraid of me, aren’t you, Uriel?” asked Mictain. He took her lack of response as the positive answer it was. “But are you really afraid of me, here under Adam’s protection? Or are you afraid of what I symbolize?” He stopped some way from her, leaning against the wall. “Are you afraid of Falling for love?”
This time, Uriel forced herself to answer. “I am indeed afraid of you,” she replied, telling the truth. “You could do significant damage to my corporation and my child before Adam could stop you. I’m not sure whether your hatred for me is enough for you to risk his punishment.”
Mictain nodded but didn’t comment. Then he said, “What about the other thing? Where is your boyfriend, anyway? Shouldn’t he be helping his pregnant little lady?”
"He left both me and the Manor in early April and hasn't been back since," Uriel replied, trying to keep her voice as level as possible. "As I got pregnant around Easter, there is no way he could be the father, is there?"
"Oh, but I think there is." Mictain smirked. "I know you, Uriel. You wouldn't sleep with just anyone. So he left the Manor. And? You're well capable of leaving it as well. Most probably you met with him somewhere outside the Manor -- possibly in disguise -- to have sex with him one last time. Actually, I'm sure you disguised yourself, as otherwise you hardly would have been female. So now you are stuck pregnant with no father for your child. Or, at least, you cannot tell the father, and thus you cannot reveal him to others, either.”
Uriel was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “I think I liked you better when you were thick and oblivious.”
“You would, wouldn’t you?” Mictain smirked. “So now you’re afraid, afraid that Heaven will come after you and your child, or, alternatively, somebody discovers your secret and your lover is targeted.”
Uriel was silent, lowering her gaze. Yes, that was exactly what she feared.
“It would be a lot easier, you know, if you had a father to present. About any father, really.”
“Do you think I haven’t thought about that?” asked Uriel sharply, for she indeed had thought about it. “There is nobody I’d trust with my secret – nobody but Odin and Loki, and I really don’t want to have anyone think I’d sleep with my brother. And besides, whoever claimed to be the father would have to be able to protect himself. I can only barely protect myself and my child with Adam’s help.”
Her eyes still lowered, she hadn’t noticed as Mictain walked closer. She did, however, register the fact that a pair of arms was wrapped around her from behind.
“You could always tell that it’s mine,” a voice murmured, not into her ear but above her head, due to their height difference.
“It’s not,” Uriel said sharply, trying to free herself from the demon’s arms. All she managed to do was turn around so that she was now facing Mictain, glaring up at him – a rather awkward position, as he was holding her so close her stomach was now pressed against him. “Let me go.”
“It could be, though,” Mictain replied, still smirking. “Face the truth, Uriel. I’m the only one you’ve ever been known to be relatively close to, even if it was strictly as friends. If I claimed the child, people would believe me, even more readily than if they heard the truth. It would explain why it’s not a full angel, as it must be – as well as why you tried to hide the truth.”
“And why exactly would you do that?” asked Uriel bitterly. “You hate me, after all.”
“Not even nearly as much as I hate certain people.” The demon turned serious for a moment. “I’ve had more than enough time to think, Uriel, and I’ve come to realize that you are not to be blamed for what happened. You were just following orders. I’m a soldier, so I know how important that is. The fact that it caused me pain is unimportant. If you had refused to fulfil your task, we would have both Fallen, and it wouldn’t have helped me in any way.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to get back at me?” asked the angel disbelievingly. “Somehow, I find it very hard to believe that.”
“Well, it’s the truth. You’d know if I lied.” Mictain flashed his fangs. “I’m not saying you’re still my best friend or anything, but I’m not about to hurt you. Also, I’ll be blessed if I let anything bad happen to your kid. It’s a kick in the face to about everybody I do want to get back at. That’s also why I’d be ready to claim it as mine – not only would it cause quite a stir in Heaven in general, but it’d also be extremely useful in giving Raphael a swift kick to the butt. Provided he’s paying any attention, of course.”
Uriel raised an eyebrow, at the same time again trying to push herself away from the other being. This time, Mictain let her go. “Vengeance is as good a motive as any for helping others, I guess,” she said dryly. “However, my child is mine, and mine alone. It doesn’t need a father.”
“Well, if you ever change your mind, my offer stands.” Mictain smirked. “And if anybody comes to ask whether it’s mine, I will tell them yes, no matter what you say.”
“Then I’ll just have to make sure nobody ever does ask, don’t I?” With this, Uriel turned around, walking away as quickly as she could. Now she wished she would have held onto her robes.
The robes’ sleeves were ideal for hiding shaking hands.
Place: Manor Corridor
Status: Private (Uriel, Mictain -- complete)
Summary: A reunion of sorts.
Uriel had decided that six millennia of wearing robes was quite enough, especially now that even they couldn’t hide her condition. She also decided that she’d got enough of wearing white – mostly because it reminded her of Pestilence. She’d had some dreams about the horseman lately, some of them quite unpleasant, some too pleasant. She didn’t need any more reminders.
Switching to maternity clothes seemed like the perfect excuse to change her style. This was why she now was wearing a blue t-shirt that actually fit over her stomach, with the text, “Baby on board”, on the front. She didn’t know why, but for some reason she found it nice. This she had accompanied with a bit darker blue skirt, one with an elastic waistband like her doctor had recommended. Thus it was very clear that she was indeed pregnant as she walked back to her room after yet another work shift at the front desk.
This didn’t go unnoticed by the other being in the corridor. Her round stomach was the first thing Mictain’s red eyes were drawn to when he appeared from around the corner.
A smirk curled the demon’s lips. “My, my, my,” Mictain said. “Been busy with your little horseman, haven’t you?”
For a moment Uriel couldn’t find anything to say. Mictain circled her like a predator, eyeing her from every direction, the smirk staying.
“You’re afraid of me, aren’t you, Uriel?” asked Mictain. He took her lack of response as the positive answer it was. “But are you really afraid of me, here under Adam’s protection? Or are you afraid of what I symbolize?” He stopped some way from her, leaning against the wall. “Are you afraid of Falling for love?”
This time, Uriel forced herself to answer. “I am indeed afraid of you,” she replied, telling the truth. “You could do significant damage to my corporation and my child before Adam could stop you. I’m not sure whether your hatred for me is enough for you to risk his punishment.”
Mictain nodded but didn’t comment. Then he said, “What about the other thing? Where is your boyfriend, anyway? Shouldn’t he be helping his pregnant little lady?”
"He left both me and the Manor in early April and hasn't been back since," Uriel replied, trying to keep her voice as level as possible. "As I got pregnant around Easter, there is no way he could be the father, is there?"
"Oh, but I think there is." Mictain smirked. "I know you, Uriel. You wouldn't sleep with just anyone. So he left the Manor. And? You're well capable of leaving it as well. Most probably you met with him somewhere outside the Manor -- possibly in disguise -- to have sex with him one last time. Actually, I'm sure you disguised yourself, as otherwise you hardly would have been female. So now you are stuck pregnant with no father for your child. Or, at least, you cannot tell the father, and thus you cannot reveal him to others, either.”
Uriel was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “I think I liked you better when you were thick and oblivious.”
“You would, wouldn’t you?” Mictain smirked. “So now you’re afraid, afraid that Heaven will come after you and your child, or, alternatively, somebody discovers your secret and your lover is targeted.”
Uriel was silent, lowering her gaze. Yes, that was exactly what she feared.
“It would be a lot easier, you know, if you had a father to present. About any father, really.”
“Do you think I haven’t thought about that?” asked Uriel sharply, for she indeed had thought about it. “There is nobody I’d trust with my secret – nobody but Odin and Loki, and I really don’t want to have anyone think I’d sleep with my brother. And besides, whoever claimed to be the father would have to be able to protect himself. I can only barely protect myself and my child with Adam’s help.”
Her eyes still lowered, she hadn’t noticed as Mictain walked closer. She did, however, register the fact that a pair of arms was wrapped around her from behind.
“You could always tell that it’s mine,” a voice murmured, not into her ear but above her head, due to their height difference.
“It’s not,” Uriel said sharply, trying to free herself from the demon’s arms. All she managed to do was turn around so that she was now facing Mictain, glaring up at him – a rather awkward position, as he was holding her so close her stomach was now pressed against him. “Let me go.”
“It could be, though,” Mictain replied, still smirking. “Face the truth, Uriel. I’m the only one you’ve ever been known to be relatively close to, even if it was strictly as friends. If I claimed the child, people would believe me, even more readily than if they heard the truth. It would explain why it’s not a full angel, as it must be – as well as why you tried to hide the truth.”
“And why exactly would you do that?” asked Uriel bitterly. “You hate me, after all.”
“Not even nearly as much as I hate certain people.” The demon turned serious for a moment. “I’ve had more than enough time to think, Uriel, and I’ve come to realize that you are not to be blamed for what happened. You were just following orders. I’m a soldier, so I know how important that is. The fact that it caused me pain is unimportant. If you had refused to fulfil your task, we would have both Fallen, and it wouldn’t have helped me in any way.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to get back at me?” asked the angel disbelievingly. “Somehow, I find it very hard to believe that.”
“Well, it’s the truth. You’d know if I lied.” Mictain flashed his fangs. “I’m not saying you’re still my best friend or anything, but I’m not about to hurt you. Also, I’ll be blessed if I let anything bad happen to your kid. It’s a kick in the face to about everybody I do want to get back at. That’s also why I’d be ready to claim it as mine – not only would it cause quite a stir in Heaven in general, but it’d also be extremely useful in giving Raphael a swift kick to the butt. Provided he’s paying any attention, of course.”
Uriel raised an eyebrow, at the same time again trying to push herself away from the other being. This time, Mictain let her go. “Vengeance is as good a motive as any for helping others, I guess,” she said dryly. “However, my child is mine, and mine alone. It doesn’t need a father.”
“Well, if you ever change your mind, my offer stands.” Mictain smirked. “And if anybody comes to ask whether it’s mine, I will tell them yes, no matter what you say.”
“Then I’ll just have to make sure nobody ever does ask, don’t I?” With this, Uriel turned around, walking away as quickly as she could. Now she wished she would have held onto her robes.
The robes’ sleeves were ideal for hiding shaking hands.