Date: 2006-02-26 10:05 pm (UTC)
Uriel looked after Gabriel, every beat of the other's wings like a physical strike at him. "Just doing my job, Gabriel," he muttered, knowing well that the other wouldn't hear him -- or wouldn't listen even if he did hear. "I don't fault you for delivering messages, now do I?"

He then chuckled bitterly. It was always like this, wasn't it? He only did what was expected of him, and ended up being hated by everyone. Or perhaps they had always hated him and this just brought it out. Yes, that must be it.

He closed out the pain as best as he could, managing to maintain a somewhat calm state of mind as he spread his wings and took off as well, paying no mind to the newly Fallen demon he left behind. If he'd thought about it he would have broken down for sure. He would break down eventually, he knew that; it was only the shock of the sudden turn of events and his millennia of practice that allowed him to be somewhat calm at the moment. Or at least appear calm.

All he could do was to fly as fast as he could and hope he would be in the Manor by the time he lost control.
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