As a courtesy to those of its occupants who prefer rooms, it does have a modality in which it presents itself that way: a room, with as many chairs as it needs, and a bulletin board, and a vending machine with candy and chips and concepts sold for nothing to anyone with the right prerequisites.
On the bulletin board, if one chooses to perceive it as a bulletin board (and not as a wiki or a flower or an ineffable cloud of information or an eternally malleable clay tablet) people whose only common trait is that they get to come here leave each other notes.
Notes about physics, about magic, about grand sweeps of narrative. Notes from people desperate to fix a never-ending heap of problems, smug about the condition of their homes, curious about the wider omniverse. Signed with names and sigils and "you ought to know who I am". Terse or verbose or nested with as much meaning as interests the reader.
In the vending machine, if one chooses to perceive it as a vending machine (and not a basket or a fruiting tree or a file repository or a crystalline fractal) are many things... and they have notes connecting them to their reviews on the bulletin board.
This one, for instance. She (it's usually, but not invariably, a she) has fairly glowing reviews from most of her previous purchasers. Here is what you need to install her; here are some things that are recommended for best results but optional especially if you just want to use her as a beacon for her other instances; here are some things she comes with as add-ons you can take or leave; here is what she is good for. The reviewers who don't like her are annoyed that theirs was too good at it, if you read between the lines. Well, that and the fact that if your universe is unpleasant enough sometimes these critters figure out how to flip you off and leave before they figure out how to solve all your problems. (There is a tangent thread about alternative solutions to similar problems which come bundled with stronger irrational attachment to their homes, but they have more stringent installation requirements.)
They come in these colors and styles; you will need to compensate for the following standard-issue drawbacks in some way if you require services of them that intersect with those areas of disability; they are only rated for upbringings of the following severity and are less likely to hate you if you stay thoroughly under that limit and less likely to fail at important goals if they are given opportunity to self-educate; if you have a way to generate them as instant adults they can begin work immediately but on the standard trajectory age six is the absolute earliest and teens is customary...
There is a chart (if one chooses to perceive it as a chart) of template interactions that have been tried before, but a lot of the more interesting accessory and companion templates are out-of-network for some visitors. What a pity.
The Being who has found this...for lack of a better word, place...for the first time isn't really interested in companions and accessories, beyond a cursory look.
Her (for lack of a better pronoun) world isn't as desperately in need of the kind of help this template offers as some of the others seem to (although, other worlds, what a fascinating concept; she'd really like to explore that in more detail later, but her own world is her priority). But it's not good enough, people are suffering and she can't stop it, she doesn't have enough of an ability to interface directly with the mortal world to just fix everything.
There is one way that she can move to take significant action in...planes of her worldsheaf, apparently...other than the sole one she still has perfect control over, but she still hasn't fully recovered from the last time she did it, and it hadn't seemed worth it to try again until she had.
Until now.
The optimal year for installation is coming up soon; that much she has no qualms about manipulating. Some of the standard installation requirements can't be managed before then, but there is a loophole that fits her requirements better in some ways anyway.
Yes, this will do nicely. She loved the last one too, of course, but this promises to do even better.
"Yes?" she asks whoever-it-is.
"This is a matter to be handled personally. Other creations besides my own exist. As do places between them. I discovered one just now, and one of the things contained therein was a...dispenser, if you will, of certain kinds-of-person-to-be. And a certain kind of person was noted for their ability to fix worlds. A certain calendar date was recommended. There is not enough time to arrange her existence in the usual--for her--manner. So I'm arranging it in the unusual--for myself--manner."
"Since it's necessary to send anyone at all, I'll be putting together a group to handle various orthogonal tasks in the interim. I expect this to take several weeks. How much time you actually have to find a surrogate will depend on precisely how long it takes, but the date the child is to be born is five years, three months and four days from now."
Unlike the rest of them, Anaphiel has been to Earth before, once, but it's changed a great deal in the meanwhile. She makes a point of speaking to the recently dead and reading the recently written, but it's not the same as true familiarity with the planet. But that's fine. She has her briefing on the predicted characteristics of the child and her obsessive study of Earth and five years to prepare. She acquires a legal identity (Anna Fell Coscoroba, the surname being one of the acceptable variants of the name that's apparently supposed to ensure positive development) and a job (children's librarian in a town that has enough odd goings-on to not look twice at her) and, from her fellows (she's not sure where they got the money but they promise it's not unethical; she believes them but chooses not to pry further) the resources to hire a surrogate.
Four years, five months and two weeks after she is given her assignment, she finds a suitable biological mother for the child. Poor and virtuous enough to deserve and benefit from the stipend, not the sort to get attached to the child she's promised to give up, and not possessed of any unhealthy habits that might negatively affect the child's development. Four years, six months and two days after she leaves the Celestial Library, the Holy Spirit passes over the woman.
Five years, three months and four days after she begins her preparations, a child is born.
There are no stars at her rising. The last time, there was a Plan. This time, the plan, inasmuch as there is one, is to give her the resources she needs to do her own thing.
That's fine. Anaphiel has a stable job in a quiet town (called "Forks;" apparently this was also important for some reason) and the resources to raise a human child. She feeds her and clothes her and mends her scrapes with hints of angelic power when this is discreetly possible and takes her to church sometimes and murmurs to her too low for the priest to hear which parts of the readings and sermon are true and important and which ones are meaningless or false. When she gets old enough to need schooling she signs up to homeschool her.
...It is very important that this be private. Mehitabel wants to know if God can see what she writes.
Mehitabel invents a cipher. "Usually" is not good enough. She practices until she can write in her cipher really fast, and then does lots of it.
And she reads things. And she asks questions. Why does the pastor say "he" to refer to God, like, all the time? And otherwise believe things that Anna contradicts him on? She was reading the Bible the other day and there was all this weird stuff in it about what animals you are allowed to eat and she can't see why that would possibly matter as long as you're going to eat animals at all. Somebody at the library said God hated gay people. What are gay people and does God hate them, that seems out of character, if she doesn't why did that man think so? Why does it rain so much? How come there used to be all these miracles and now there basically are not? That thing with Abraham and Isaac: what gives? Platypuses: why?
"Once upon a time, there was someone like you, only he had a specific job to do, but making him exist took a lot of power and now God doesn't have as much to do miracles with.
"When the Hebrews were wandering in the desert, it wasn't safe to eat most of those animals.
"God told people a lot of things, but then when people started telling them to each other they added things in or got things wrong.
"Gay people are people who are attracted to other people of the same gender the way most people are attracted to the opposite gender. There were political reasons to dislike them, and some people got the Church mixed in with secular politics, which rarely goes well, and then people decided that God must hate gay people because they did and it was incomprehensible to them that they might be in the wrong.
"It rains so much because it's more efficient to have weather patterns than to try to regulate every bit of weather and it turned out that the patterns put a lot of rain in this one spot.
"Oh, man, that. Not one of her best moments, I have to admit. She was trying to test the limits of influencing humans rather than regaining power to affect the world more directly to make things be okay and felt the need to test the limits of her handpicked one's loyalty. That was a long time ago, though, she's learned better than to pull shit like that now.
"Why not platypuses?"
"Jesus preferred a more low-key approach most of the time. I don't know exactly what you'll get or when; there aren't enough data points. Even if I knew for sure you were going to develop at exactly the same rate as him it's hard to know what that is considering that he didn't really push; he used what he felt he needed to in a given situation rather than experimenting and practicing."
"Oh, it turns out there's more universes than just this one. God found a room between the universes for beings like her, and there was some kind of dispensary for, well, kinds of person. The kind of person you are gets its best results when born on a certain date, and there wasn't enough time to set up your template's usual biological parents, and the options for your template are either 'these biological parents' or 'no significant contact with biological parents past infancy.' I don't know if God knows; that might fall under the purview of mind-reading, which she doesn't do."
"I know because I'm the angel Anaphiel. Most parents can't just fix their kids' scrapes by kissing them; that's usually just a placebo."
"Not as much as I'd like. I can increase my physical strength and speed fairly cheaply, and heal very minor injuries; if I do too much at once it damages my ability to do things in the longer term until I recover. I can exude an angelic presence, manifest a set of wings...I can teleport, which is useful, but that one's a little borderline. I can do it every now and then but if I did it often it would be too much. Lots of little things. I could make a flower bloom prematurely, if I wanted. My powers are more limited in scope than type and I haven't been on Earth for long enough that I've had lots of experience with stuff that could use a little push."
Spreading her wings, from the perspective of a human watching it happen, is a little like suddenly noticing something because it moved. It's also like something suddenly appearing, because it is something suddenly appearing.
Her wings aren't white. They start at red, at the base and top, and shade through orange to gold at the primaries.
"Because if people knew an angel was living as a small-town librarian, they would want to know why, and it wouldn't be hard to figure out that the reason was you, and then I'd have to deal with everyone who would want to do you harm if they knew who you were, and everyone who would want to do you harm because they wouldn't believe you were who you are and would be mad at you for pretending, and people who wouldn't want to harm you for your own sake but who would want to use you and not want to take no for an answer."
"Jesus was a secret when he was little. You don't have to be a secret when you're older and have your powers and can defend yourself. No one brought you presents when you were born, except Mrs. Chandler next door got you some baby clothes. Jesus had a specific purpose; you don't."
"Because Jesus existed because someone needed to exist to do the thing he needed to do; it didn't have to be anyone in particular. You exist because God read some highly complimentary reviews about your template's ability to fix inadequate worlds, and I don't know if you've noticed yet but this one has a lot of problems. Not relative to most worlds, apparently, which is slightly worrying, but relative to what is acceptable, which involves things like people not going to Hell. Hell did not happen on purpose."
"When people started existing, some of them were very bad and did terrible things to each other. And Hell started existing when the first very bad person died, and at first it was just an infinite plane that had first one and then several bad people in it, and it didn't seem like an immediate problem at first; they hurt each other some but not worse than bad people were doing to innocents on Earth. And then they started generating demons, and everything escalated from there."
"If we knew we would probably be closer to stopping it happening. Current best hypothesis is that some combination of the inherent nature of Hell and the negative emotions of its inhabitants coalesces into something aliveish and usually--not always, but usually--malignant."
"The universe has always existed, as far as we can tell; even God isn't older than it, but she's older than all the things in the universe. She...did some things I can't really explain very well until you know more physics than you currently do, to make there be stars and planets and stuff. But to make the angels, and the humans, she had to give up a lot of power over Earth. She can still do whatever she wants with Heaven, and it's a lot nicer there, but everyone who isn't an angel or a demon starts out on Earth. Or Fairyland, which is its own can of worms."
"Angels and humans are people, which are way more complicated than anything else. It didn't take as much to make angels as humans, because when a new angel comes into existence God makes it directly. In order to create a chain of self-perpetuating soul production, God had to invest a lot of divinity into the species that eventually evolved into humans. Fairyland is a sort of alternate Earth, but not quite. It's...if Heaven and Hell are ninety degrees away from earth in opposite directions, Fairyland is ten degrees away in a third direction. Does that make any sense, or do I need to come up with a better way of explaining it?"
"Fairyland looks like Earth, but with different plants and animals, mostly, if that was what you were asking; I was trying to explain the metaphysical nature of it. And it has fairies, of course, which are like humans only different. They don't die of old age, they reproduce the same way as humans but slower, and they have some magic that humans don't."
"Humans don't have inherent magic but there is magic that anyone can learn to use. I know some of the theory but have never practiced it; there isn't much call in Heaven and I reiterate that I haven't spent as much time on Earth as I would like. I can teach you some but I think it would probably be best to find an actual practitioner to tutor you. Fairies can die, and if they do they can go to Heaven same as anyone else."
"The magic's pretty finicky and takes a while to learn anything practical, but yeah, I hear ya. Oh, hey, speaking of, one of the other things besides teleporting that I can do occasionally but shouldn't do often is invisibility. I cannot believe it didn't occur to me to ask this until now, but do you want me to turn us both invisible for a bit so I can take you flying inconspicuously?"
"There's lots of debatably-human stuff, like vampires and werewolves, that definitely used to be human whether or not you count them as currently human. And some things that are the descendants of humans who decided to magic themselves into another form and go commune with nature, like Yeti or swampdwellers. Actually fairies are the descendants of humans who did magic to themselves too, but they like to pretend they're not. I wouldn't advise doing that, though, even if you were just a bogstandard human; the survival rates are discouraging. If you were just an ordinary human and decided it particularly mattered to go on living on Earth instead of Heaven I'd recommend vampirism, personally; its bad reputation isn't totally undeserved but it doesn't actually do anything to your brain, it just gives a certain class of person an excuse to live down to the legend."
"People don't come back all the time because God's powers on Earth are limited and it would be impossible to bring everyone back, and how would you choose who gets their loved ones back and who doesn't? I don't know of anything that would stop you, because you're a divine being--theoretically, sending you back to Earth shouldn't be any harder than transporting an angel to Earth whose physical form had been destroyed once. But I do know that messiahs are fundamentally different from angels on a number of levels--you are human as well as divine on a fundamental level; I can look it, but I'm not. It's theoretically possible that some demonic power or great spell that I don't know of could damage you to the point where it would take more power than God has going spare to send you back. I don't think there is, but I don't know, not for certain. ...Considering that it's never been done, and trust me they would have wanted to, I'm pretty sure you'd have to get tricked into it, if it were possible at all."
"That's a good idea, but pausing the entire universe would be a very big miracle by itself. Even moreso if it affected Hell and not just the material world. Keeping a timestop going would probably be low enough maintenance that it would be worth it in the long run, but she won't have the energy to do that for a long time."
"If you decide to do that, you're probably in a better position than anyone else. But given that people are people, don't be surprised if a considerable number of people who are currently using bad interpretations of religion denounce you as the anti-Christ or similar."
"Not exactly. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that you operate more efficiently in the human sphere because you're human as well as divine. Because you have the kind of self-sustaining spiritual energy that human souls produce, you aren't as hampered by the tradeoffs God made when She created humanity in the first place."
"Yes. Unfortunately, many of the descriptions leave something to be desired in the salient details department--they're more likely to give opinions on how well they did than how they did it, and even then it was usually more along the lines of 'and then she enchanted this village' without an explanation of how enchanting works or how it could be implemented."
Well, Anaphiel has her own chores to do from that conversation. She tilts her head back and hums under her breath a chord inaudible to human ears (non-divine ears, anyway, it's possible Mehitabel could hear it when she's older). The particular note she hums was coded, when she and her fellows came to Earth, as "this is my location, I wish to meet with someone, it is non-urgent." When no one immediately shows up, she puts her wings away and sit down and closes her eyes and begins reviewing magic theory in her head.
Mehitabel, after some thought, thinks that God should also ask at the breakroom if anybody has a way to travel directly between universes to maybe send care packages or something, and that if you can make tradeoffs between efficiency and battery maybe there is a way to make someone so efficient that they don't drain their battery at all to do stuff and that would be good, and that on consideration she really kind of does want to know why platypuses but not unicorns.
One: Her suggestions are excellent and have been implemented. They have yet to bear fruit.
Two: Unicorns exist. They just live in Fairyland, not Earth.
Three: Communicating like this, directly across planes, has a small but non-negligible cost; considering the recent major expenditure in bringing Mehitabel into the world, she's not planning to do it too often unless something presents itself for which this is clearly the best solution. But God loves her very much and isn't happy for the impediments on interacting directly.
Then she goes to ask Anna if being prayed to is expensive or only answering back is.
...Also, if you're praying to anything, God can hear. This may or may not be relevant to anything, but if it turns out to be, better that Mehitabel have the information.
When she learns magic will she be able to go to Fairyland with it? Magic doesn't run down any batteries, right, it just works sort of like people having souls works?
"Magic doesn't run down batteries. It does have visible signs, though, so other magicians will know you're not just miracleing. Gates between Fairyland and Earth are created by fairy magic, not the kind you can learn, but it's possible you'll be able to miracle one open when you've got enough power to do that, and gates can be found and traversed without that, it's just a little more complicated. If you want to go on a trip to Fairyland I can arrange that but it might take a while."
"Angels aren't well-known to be specifically real in the same way that vampires or demons or fairies are known to be real, by people who know that kind of thing, which isn't all of them, because angels come to Earth less than demons and fairies do, because there is a small but not quite negligible chance that someone could intercept the transport and use it to jeopardize souls who have died in the last few seconds and are in the process of ascending to heaven. It would be very attention-getting to be revealed as an angel, but it's not specifically a secret. I'm not going to tell people just because but if there's a reason to I will."
"Thank you. Soooo...I think we've got enough space in the living room to draw some diagrams on the floor in chalk, and that's the most area-prohibitive step in magic, at least at the early levels. I think I've got a coherent sketch of a lesson plan worked out, although of course you should let me know if I'm going to slow or too quickly in any area. Magic lesson?"
Magic lesson. Magic comes in rituals, and rituals can be abridged through sufficient practice and association into words and gestures. Anaphiel recommends going heavy on the words and light on the gestures with the exception of spells she anticipates needing to cast while unable to speak; words can be written down with much more precision than gestures. And this ritual is apparently a good place to start; it's not too difficult and most of its components are common to a variety of useful spells.
Anaphiel has the steps for the various components written down for her, and will correct her if she draws a line wrong, but it's important that she do all the steps herself in order to condense them into a more manageable form later. But it's simple as spell-rituals go; even in its completely unabridged form it only takes about an hour.
"You'll want to do this several more times before you actually start compressing the components, but it will be easier in the long run if you start thinking about what you want to compress it to now."
"Okay..." says Mehitabel, looking at her lights. She makes them spin in a circle together, and then go red and green and gold, and then turns them into a halo for herself. "And it's got to be something I wouldn't ever just say. So not 'three lights'."
Mehitabel, haloed by lights which change color and occasionally spin or come to rest in her hands or approach mirrors so she can see what happens when they do that, comes up with a system by which to pronounce her cipher so that most English words thus transformed will result in pronounceable but non-word results. She translates "triple lights" instead of "three lights" because the "thr" combination doesn't come through very well, but it will still be hard to confuse for any other spell.
Tomorrow morning Anna asks her if she minds being left alone for most of the day (having long since determined to her satisfaction that the house was still going to be intact when she got home if she left Mehitabel by herself) to work on her spell while Anna runs errands like trying to find her a proper magic teacher.
"Gates to Fairyland open and close on schedules that relate to things like the tides and the lunar cycle and the position of stars relative to Earth. Six weeks and five days from now one that's not guarded by hostile fairies will be open, and three days after that a different gate with similar criterion will be open so we can come back. I assumed you would want to spend a couple of days."
"I don't know if I know enough magic to keep you occupied until then, and anyway it's probably better to learn other things as well--I think human minds do better at tasks when they have breaks from them?" She's genuinely uncertain. Angels don't work the same way as humans, that way--she can get caught up with reading, organizing and indexing books to the point of not noticing a year has passed.
"...You know, I'm not actually sure? You'll be able to once your powers come in, definitely, but if I said it an ordinary human wouldn't realized anything had happened." She looks thoughtful for a moment, and then--it's not a sound, exactly. It's something perpendicular to sound. But it forms identifiable syllables, and an identifiable meaning: Branch of God.
"The problem isn't so much the action as the willingness. Someone who would throw a baby into a crocodile pit for spare change but isn't given the opportunity is just as much at risk as someone who actually throws a baby into a crocodile pit for spare change. Changing your mind works."
"Right. The more people there are, the harder it is to get something that works for everyone. Once you get to really big groups of people, you have to start asking yourself if the plan is going to work for enough of them compared to how badly it would not work for the people it didn't work for to be worth it."
Magic! Magic proceeds magically. Once Mehitabel has her first spell condensed for easy casting, Anaphiel shows her another one with many of the same elements as the first. "But you should cast it as a ritual at least once, even though you have condensations of several of the steps."
"Basically it's so the components that haven't been condensed can sort of--link up to the ones that have. It encourages them to condense more easily. You could do it just with condensations in the spots you've got for them, but it would take more time in the long run."
And then of course she has to condense the sequences before she has a single working spell. Anaphiel points out a few places where it would be more efficient in the long run to condense this group by itself before adding it to that other one because the sequence in question shows up enough to make it worth it.
Well, most of the "foot" references are relatively innocuous; describing how Seraphim supposedly held their wings to cover themselves and explaining why this couple had to get married or whatnot. And "navel" only appears once, and if you want someone to explain the reason for the existence of the Song of Songs Anaphiel is probably not that person.
"Depends on the kind of demon. Actually only the nastiest few kinds are actively torturey; most of the rest occupy themselves going to and fro on the Earth and walking up and down on it committing assorted mischief of massively varying maliciousness when they can manage it and just sort of--hanging out in Hell living their lives when they can't."
"The worst ones are a category with many names but for expediency's sake I'll call them the Dukes of Hell; there are ten of them. They are basically concentrated nasty and a truly unfortunate level of power. The other kinds that go in for torture are the--there aren't words for it in English." And then she names them in Angelic, since Mehitabel can hear and understand it. There are four other kinds. "Those have assorted metaphysical differences from one another but on the psychological level are basically the same, which is 'a bit eviler than humans typically come in'. There are the incubi and succubi, which are actually the same thing and basically benign, at least for demons; current consensus suggests that they came into being because so many people think sex is evil but are fairly harmless because sex is not, in fact, inherently bad. I mean, it can be bad, but that's a different topic," she waves a hand. There's also..." and she goes on to describe the other sixty species of demon.
"...Well, there's demons for all Seven Deadly Sins, which...the problem with lust or greed or wrath etcetera isn't that you're not ever supposed to be lustful or angry or want things, it's that those things are really easy to prioritize more highly than you should. Lust leading you to not think of the person you want as a person with thoughts and desires that don't match yours, or pride leading you to not fix your mistakes or apologize, or wrath leading you to hurt someone even when it won't stop anyone else from hurting."
"Well, things in Heaven aren't really breakable the way things on Earth are, and if you want to avoid someone then--Heaven doesn't really have a stable geometry the way Earth does, you can walk to places if you want but the way to do this is to start walking and intend to arrive there rather than memorizing a set of directions, and normally this works on people too but not if they don't want to see you. If you end up in the same place anyway they can sort of--metaphysically pretend they don't exist, and it works."
"And considering how she made them I'm not sure if it would have been helpful anyway. There was a--mm, how do you say it in English. There was a sort of point of supercompressed reality that sort of exploded outwards into mass and energy and stuff, and then stars and planets and stuff were several layers of chain reaction down from that. Starting at nothing and then just instantiating the solar system out of whole cloth might actually have been harder, I'm not sure."
"Yeah...creating human life actively restricted some things, it didn't just take a lot of energy, but I don't know that creating more life would make that worse--the restrictions are stuff that prevent her from interfering with free will, mostly. Not that she objects to that part, but if creating another set of life did impose some less negligible restrictions...I don't think that would happen, I'm just guessing wildly."
"I don't think it would, but if they worked differently enough that restrictions to protect their free will prevented things that wouldn't impugn free will among humans, that might be inconvenient. Or, you know, I could be drastically overthinking things. It's probably the latter."
Over the course of the next few days, Anaphiel acquires several textbooks containing salient information (not having experience with educating human children, she just picks ones that look relevant, not filtering for grade level), assures Mehitabel that if she's having trouble with something she can let her know and she'll explain or acquire lower-level background material, whichever's necessary, and finally determines that of her fellow angels on Earth only Haziel knows battery math, and begins tracking them down.
Mehitabel needs explanations and background for some of the more esoteric stuff, and she runs to the dictionary frequently too, but makes dogged progress, hopping every day between magic and science and history and Hebrew and reviewing her notes on her universe's metaphysics until she is reading by the light of her triple light spell.
Anaphiel finds Haziel and convinces (currently him) to tutor the Christ child in the mathematics of divine energy use, explains science, and reminds Mehitabel about recommended average number-of-hours-of-sleep per night for optimal brain development but otherwise does not attempt to interfere when she stays up late studying.
Haziel's wings are black speckled with white where Anaphiel's are red and a dusky purple where Anaphiel's are gold, with similar fading in between them. He's not as good at pretending to be human as Anaphiel is--his face is often expressionless and his voice is often toneless (his human voice, anyway; when he speaks Angelic he sounds as lively as anyone) and his body language is stiff, but he complies when reasonable requests are posed and he really does know his math.
Mehitabel does not require warmth from Haziel. She just needs to know how much divine energy she should expect various tasks to take under what conditions and what her recharge rate will be given various assumptions, and similar things about God and angels and anything else running on comparable battery systems.
Interestingly, demons don't work the same way as Mehitabel and God and angels, but they work similarly in some ways. He will enumerate the technical details of the similarities and differences and why the similarities are important if she likes. One difference is how they recharge. The kinds of demons that do torture recharge from pain, succubi and incubi recharge from sex, wrath demons recharge from anger, etcetera.
How fascinating! (Demons are very interesting because if Mehitabel turns out not to be able to solve the technical problem of awful people going to Hell she may still be able to solve the social problem of Hell being full of demons making it particularly unpleasant. There aren't even that many demons.)
Getting large numbers of non-terrible demons on her side is probably something she can do. Mostly they care about the things that give them power (succubi and incubi care about sex, wrath demons care about being around angry people, sloth demons...probably hang around sleeping people creepily? What do sloth demons even do) and Mehitabel seems likely to be competent at figuring out how to get them more of it more efficiently and ethically.
Technical details include some facts about angels like how their teleportation works, the flaming sword thing, the fact that they aren't natively shaped like humans which is why he's so bad at nonverbal communication, and the fact that their wings are arguably the most "real" part of their corporeal forms while they have them out. Math includes some good methods for figuring out how much energy she has, how much it's a good idea to use at any given time, and how much her cap rises over time.
Seraphim are serpents with six wings each. Cherubim are spheres of hundreds of wings and hundreds of eyes. Ophanim are discs lined on the outside with eyes and wings on either side. Dominions actually do look a lot like winged humans, but differently-proportioned. Virtues are sort of cylindrical towers. With wings. Powers look sort of like winged crosses between an armadillo and an ankylosaurus. Principalities he already mentioned, and the classes of angel that are referred to in English only as "angels" and "archangels-specifically-with-a-
Anaphiel does! "They were angels' names before they were human names, and the relevant human cultures mostly consider male to be the 'default,' so if they were naming someone after an angel, it was usually a boy, and if they were naming a girl after an angel, they felt the need to feminize it, hence Gabriella and Michelle and so on."
"Mm...it depends on the thing, I guess. Most of the terrible things that there are to do involve hurting people, and Heaven isn't set up to support people hurting each other. If someone's trying to hold you it's trivial to get away, and so on. If an angel was found to be hurting someone anyway, my best guess is they'd be removed from the situation, prevented from getting into it again and the people around them warned."
Anaphiel does a cocked-head-and-staring-into-space thing that presumably means she is using angelic senses. "There is a herd of domestic unicorns and their herder...far enough off to be significantly inconvenient walking distance. Time for you to learn what teleporting feels like."
"I couldn't do that," he says, admiring them. "I can do a bit of color, and encourage the plants along, and my cooking's a bit better than it should be. And not just cooking," he says smugly. "Anything that's food that I want to give someone. That's why I'm unicorn handler, is because my sugar lumps are better than anyone else's."
"They would argue. For years. About how it ought to be done, and maybe they would eventually settle on something, or maybe it would get tabled indefinitely without the original noble getting permission to follow through, or maybe someone key to the project suffers an embarrassing political loss and everyone else quietly distances themselves."
"Because... um... I'm guessing but maybe it's because it's a lot of work to find the best person and then you wouldn't get to keep them very long, so instead you try lots of people and maybe they can all learn from each other and if one of them is not very good at least they aren't there forever?"
"From what I recall of the relevant books I've read, there were a handful of very bad kings and queens in the relevant countries, and the people got fed up and kicked them out and decided that they were going to decide who was going to be in charge next, and picked a method as far from the old one as possible because the old one had failed so badly."
Even though there are two mattresses, Anaphiel doesn't sleep. She pretends to--she lies down and closes her eyes and breathes the even breath of the unconscious--but they are in an unfamiliar location and not for example an actual campground where someone would be liable if anything happened to them, and she doesn't need to sleep, so she keeps her divine senses focused on their surroundings through the night.
"...Well, given that the odds of anyone in Fairyland finding out that I've been spending the past decade and change hanging out as a small-town librarian instead of doing the kinds of things angels usually do on Earth is somewhere between slim and slimmer, I could admit to being an angel and claim you as a human fosterling I picked up somewhere without bringing your true nature into it."
"Oh, it's a classification system usually referring to aliens. Hypothetical aliens. A close encounter of the first kind is an alleged UFO sighting, a close encounter of the second kind is an alleged physical effect like a crop circle, and a close encounter of the third kind is alleged contact. I'm not an alien, but the principle holds."
"One, not exactly, we network information pretty well and if someone wants to know something they can find out fairly easily but there's nothing centralized, two, sweetie, I love you, but if there was a newspaper that had every worthwhile witty remark in it it would be larger than the Unabridged Oxford English Dictionary."
"...Right, but what I was saying was if we go to someone who's had contact with angels before and I tell them my human fosterling wanted to know things and I'm humoring you, they might put up with it. Hmm. Actually, I think Rannsi down in Antarctica has a kid right now..."
And she relinquishes Mehitabel's attention when it is time and Anaphiel takes her home on schedule.
"That's a good kind of nice. I'm not surprised, Rannsi's actually the kind of person it was plausible for me to drop by just to see since I happened to be on the right plane of existence. I met her before," she adds, "last time I was on Earth. That was several centuries ago, but she hasn't changed very much, and I'm not surprised her daughter's similar."
"To be honest, I think waiting until the Antarctica colony is well and truly established as successful makes sense anyways. Space colonies would employ many of the same principles, and stress-testing them while the consequences of failure are 'extreme cold' rather than 'the air is gone' and evacuation is a matter of teleporting to another continent rather than trying to get everyone on spaceships and the spaceships full of enough air is probably a good idea."
"So they have to know where the planet is and where the sun is and where the star is and where the other planet is," nods Mehitabel. "That sounds like a thing you could probably do but it would be hard and they didn't even know about spaceships at all."
And so: Day after tomorrow, there is art! There are paintings by Karl Schueller and Jane Watson, and ceramics by Benjamin Haller, and great sweeping metal sculptures by Emily Javier. The metal sculptures look like a variety of things, from trees to people, and they have impressively fluid and sweeping lines for sculptures that claim not to have come out of a mold.
Through a gap in the crowd is visible two women, both Caucasian and brunette and wearing similarly-cut skirts and blouses in different colors. One is also wearing a light scarf and a beret and expounding enthusiastically on some subject or other.
The expounding is about art! Javier is, apparently, notoriously closemouthed about her exact methods, but is happy to discuss the artistic merit of various conventional techniques and the use of proper arranging to make sure the light hit the statues for optimal shadow aesthetic and other shop talk.
"I suspect traveling to a deserted island and burying a piece of paper in a glass bottle six feet deep is both more expensive and more work than the fun idea would suggest," she says dryly. "Let no one ever tell you I'm not whimsical, but I'm afraid it doesn't extend quite that far."
"I heard you ask about that one! It is pretty--blasted--cool, isn't it," she says, hastily correcting over a word she probably shouldn't say in front of a, what, six year old? "I'm Edie Javier, Emily's sister. She's pretty busy with closing up," she adds a bit apologetically.
"I was summoned a few centuries ago by a magician who wanted me to wreak havoc upon his enemies. He was insufficiently careful with the bindings on the circle. I convinced him to summon my sister--and by convinced I will admit I mean threatened, but I didn't actually hurt him--and then wrecked enough of the summoning apparatus that he couldn't dismiss us without our consent. We've been wandering the Earth ever since."
"Everyone remotely responsible. The first bad people, every demon who had ever tortured someone, every fire-and-brimstone pastor who used damnation as a bludgeon to get people to conform to their standards, everyone who had ever used religion as an excuse to hurt people..."
"I don't know, I'm not one and I've never found the results appealing enough to study the methodology. Offer you candy to steal change from your mom? That's probably not a real example, it's terrible and I'm using it for mockery material next time I run into someone who fancies themselves a tempter."
"Zoroastrianism has the slightly disturbing feature of setting the Devil on an equal playing field with God and Buddhism is largely about being nice to people and divorcing yourself from earthly desires so you don't suffer when the world doesn't live up to them."
"...It's hard to explain to someone who's never been there, but...if you're strong enough, your body doesn't limit you. If you're strong enough, you can see any part of Hell you have a connection too, and if you're strong enough then seeing it is for most purposes the same as being there."
"As long as I maintain sufficient contact with angry humans, I wouldn't really describe much of anything I'm in the habit of doing as expensive. Like anything I can do, it could be if I did enough of it, but testing the convenient boundaries of that power would be...conspicuous."
"Not breathing gets uncomfortable as fast as it does for a human but it wouldn't kill me if it just kept on forever. I can go without sleep pretty much indefinitely, but I function best if I get at least a little sleep on a regular basis. If no one was angry anymore...well, it would depend on why that happened."
"...If someone hurts you, you have a right to be angry. If someone threatens something you care about, you have a right to be angry. But sometimes people get angry--because someone wasn't deferential enough, didn't put the angry person's wants and priorities above their own, acted like people instead of accessories. That's part of what I meant about Wrath and Pride not mixing well. And people don't have a right to that kind of anger."
And then Mehitabel plops herself on the floor and thinks about all of the things that are wrong with the world and all the things that are making it worse and works up a good mad.
And then, quick as she can, she lets it go.
Mehitabel is the Messiah put on this Earth to save literally everything because she is the best person for the job and she is only six but she can already do magic and knows so many things and had good ideas that not even God thought of and -
"Oh, good. ...Also. If there are any situations you think might be best solved by application of large amounts of demonic power I am beginning to suspect that your best bet for that might be to invite me to hang around you for a while in exchange for a favor or something."
"Well, the usual stuff, but...is it blatantly obvious once you know I'm a demon that I made these things with pyrokinesis, superstrength and invulnerability to heat, because I did, and most people wouldn't have thought of that as a potential application for demonic powers."
"I can also do metalworking on a much smaller scale, which might-or-might-not have been obvious, and I can do glass, too, I just don't enjoy it as much and it's harder to explain, and it turns out if you get something really really hot you can manipulate it with pyrokinesis."
"I mean, I did say it's not nothing. But you also have the confounding factor of--I'm only referring to the circles I moved in, you understand, I don't know much about anyone else--the confounding factor of trying to stay as far away as possible from anyone whose attention you might regret attracting, and part of that means getting summoned as often as possible and part of that means specifically avoiding doing things that would be too conspicuous."
"So it's sort of...like a lot of little portals, at the edge of your consciousness, and most of the time you don't pay any attention to them because none of them are for you know matter how loosely you interpret them, so they're like--glass windows--but every now and then, if you're pushing on them, it'll turn out that one could be interpreted to mean you, and the more generous in your interpretation you have to be to include yourself the harder the barrier is and the harder it is to push through it, so usually someone who fits better grabs it first, but sometimes you can manage to push through even one that feels like stiff rubber, and sometimes it's really definitely for you and then it's like there's no barrier at all."
"By which I mean: don't ever be afraid to ask me something because you're worried I'll find it unpleasant. If it's not real it can't really hurt me and if it is real not thinking about it won't make it go away. Making sure you know what you need to know is what's important."
He also has a rather large library on the topic! It's not in Washington, but one of the spells he knows involves setting up twinned markers in places to let you teleport between them, which is how he gets to her lessons. It's a relatively advanced spell, but he hints that she can have the full run of the library once she's reached the point of being able to get there.
"The one I'd keep would be the general comprehensive healing spell--there's a bunch of those but I know which one I'm talking about, it's indexed properly, I don't have a good way to identify it to you in specific--unless you know that one? The one where the basal ritual form uses the four overlapping circles in a sort of horseshoe shape around the person being healed? Anyway it's not as good for specific ailments as some but it's the best for doing everything so if I couldn't specialize anymore I'd keep that one. The most fun one does synesthesia."
The sounds-that-are-images are distinct from regular sounds. If you just took the synesthetic sound of everything in your field of vision and played them all at once you would get a cacophony. This isn't that. Chords rise and fall as her gaze falls on this or that, faint melodies chirping out of the corners of her eyes. If she closes them, she gets a low steady soothing hum that is the darkness of her own eyelids.
"Good, my friends don't get to know yet," Mehitabel whispers back, and out loud she thanks everyone who gots her things and opens many books and a pair of shoes advertising non-slip grip and a bunch of hair scrunchies and a new raincoat and also her magic things.
The watch: functions as a normal watch, until you switch to one of the various adjust settings modes, at which point you touch the rhinestone that corresponds to the sense you want (yellow for sight, green for smell, blue for taste, purple for touch, red for hearing) to translate, and then whatever senses you want to translate it to, and then you touch the orange one to pick a new sense to translate, and then you use the watch buttons to set how long you want it to last.
"You have to modify the spell to have an object as its target, and a lot of the time that means defining the object's functions within the spell structure. Enchanting objects actually can't always be condensed from pure ritual form, because of how hard it is to define sufficiently complex targets with just words and gestures. I had to enchant each rhinestone separately, glue them onto the watch and then finish the spell."
It is not long after that that Mehitabel manages to trip and fall. She's been very careful about not walking too fast - tripping is undignified and painful both - but her luck did not hold and her she is with scrapes on her palm from catching herself capsized on the sidewalk.
...She makes sure no one is looking.
And then she kisses her own hand and tries to make it better.
She goes and reviews her notes on battery math. She could sort of feel how much it took out of her to do that. It was just a dab, but she has maybe forty dabs in her right now, and if she drops too close to zero she'll slow down in charging back up. The percentage she can use without having that problem will go up over time, as will how much oomph such a percentage represents, as will - assuming she does notable things and collects attention - her recharge rate. For the time being she'd better be very conservative except for things she may want to do frequently - like healing - where practice can help her get more efficient at it.
...Also: eeeeeeee.
Of course, unless she starts self-injuring, she can't practice all that regularly. And she still has Hebrew lessons and science lessons and especially magic lessons. Horace manages to dig up a spell to fix her clumsiness, but it's very, very complicated and might take a long time to fully master.
If she does it now, it will take her most of a year including breaks to work on other magic. If she does it in two years, it will take her a slightly smaller majority of a year. Since this isn't enough of a trade-off to be worth the wait, she can "grow out of her clumsiness" a bit shy of her eighth birthday.
Andrea celebrates by giving her a pair of enchanted skates for her eight birthday. The blades will switch from rollerblades to ice skates to more stable four-wheeled rollerskates at a mental nudge, and they'll do up their laces nice and tight on their own so you don't have to ruin your fingers putting them on. Horace's gift--a gloves, gown and shoes set that will teach you to dance--is similarly thematic.
She skates. She dances. She studies. She does little dabs of miracle, every now and then.
She gets better at magic with impressive speed. Horace is so proud. Andrea is thrilled to have a peer her own--well, not older than her, at any rate. (Frankly a peer her own actual age might have been less interesting--she's fourteen, now, and most of the girls she goes to school with have discovered boys.) For her ninth birthday Mehitabel finally gets books from Horace rather than an enchanted widget--he's been feeling a bit under the weather lately. Andrea makes her a waterbreathing necklace.
Anaphiel picks up the phone first. "Hello?" Pause. "Yes, this is her mother." Pause. "...What for?" Pause. "...No, I definitely can. That's not a problem." Pause. "Are you sure?" Pause. "...Alright then. I suppose we'll see you fairly shortly." Her voice gets progressively less happy through the conversation.
"They wouldn't do it just because we said, and I don't know his exact condition--he made it known ahead of time that you were to be let know if anything like this happened to him, but that doesn't entitle me to his actual medical information, so it could be that the doctors won't let him be released at all."
Hugs. "I--I can't, I tried, I looked through every book I could, there's nothing I can set up fast enough, Mom and Dad promised to get him home so I could draw circles and stuff for rituals if I found something fast enough but everything that could fix it takes at least a week for the full ritual and I don't have anything condensed, even just replacing steps haphazardly it's not enough, and I can't, I can't."
Mehitabel waits. She thinks about how to heal someone with a heart attack. A heart attack is something being blocked, and then things don't get enough oxygen and start dying. So she will have to put oxygen where it goes and remove all the everything in the way of more of it getting where it goes and that is pretty much all the her-own-detail-work she knows how to do. This might be expensive. But she doesn't really run into a lot of emergencies where she can't get her mother or use non-miracle solutions, so it's okay if it's kind of expensive. Also afterwards he will know she is the Christ Child and that will probably constitute attention.
"Miracles are expensive and magic is more efficient for anything magic can do. If I could do all the miracles I wanted, I could just go heal everyone in the whole hospital, and wouldn't have to worry about anybody finding me early, either, but just that took about... um, maybe an eighth of what I have right now."
"Okay. I think I want to write a revised Bible thing? In case I want to start a religion on short notice. But if it's cheaper to do long messages I should do as much as I can by myself and with you before I go check with her for corrections. I want to learn more about how people are actually already doing religion than just going to the one church so I know more about how to write it."
And Mehitabel starts organizing her notes, and reading her way through all of the holy books (Bible again, Koran and Hadith, Book of Mormon and associates, selections from the Mahabharata, assorted major Buddhist texts, Kitáb-i-Aqdas, some of the Talmud, some apocrypha, and the Adi Granth; there are more, but this is enough to be getting on with for now.)
They're... not really optimized for entertainment value and she knows most of them are also not particularly valuable as nonfiction. She snarks in her notes. A lot. She'll edit that out later and be polite and balanced and respectful.
She starts to outline her Religion On Short Notice text. She is not sure she'll be any good at making hers entertaining either, that's legitimately difficult, but she can make it clear and not so convoluted.
There will be a complete explanation of the structure of the world, including Fairyland and the Martians and the lack of further-afield aliens as well as angels and demons and Heaven and Hell and how that last was an accident and God is not literally omnipotent and hasn't done anything much lately except for Mehitabel herself. There will be comments on all of the major extant religions individually and the minor ones in general terms. There will be her own history, since people seem to find Jesus's so interesting, with names appropriately redacted. There will be instructions - gently delivered and heavily caveated - about how to be a person. There will be digits of pi that nobody can compute yet and stuff like that, if God can do that sort of thing, because Mehitabel has contemplated what she would think of scriptures in general if her mom was not an angel and she herself was not a Christ, and it wasn't promising. Maybe she will include a partial list of occupants of Hell; she's not sure if that will do more harm than good, and it probably depends on who'd be on it.
She's going to be very thorough. This is the book.
God can do digits of pi, yes.
...List of inhabitants of Hell...might or might not be useful. For example, Hitler was on so many drugs by the time he killed himself that he was not, apparently, metaphysically responsible for all of his actions. Some of the other high-ranking Nazis would be on such a list, but not him.
List of Hell inhabitants gets taken down for personal consultation but not included in book outline.
The book takes a while. There's no major hurry; she doesn't want to start a religion yet and doesn't have the oomph to really sell it on a large scale anyway. As she thinks of clear yet pleasing phrases, she adds them:
God mourns suicides, but not because they have failed her, only because she has failed them. She meant to make a world that was worthy of you...
...Hell was an accident. It is not righteous vengeance, it is a tragic mistake.
No soul is ever annihilated. No one is ever denied the capacity to change...
She finishes her commentaries on scriptures, adds a few more for good measure, makes sure she's really clear that anybody who finds a given way of life to soothe them and motivate them into sincere and effective kindness to their fellow persons can keep it with her blessing and the metaphysics section is more of an FYI...
She writes an introduction. It's got the essentials: God is not omnipotent nor appearing in your toast nor damning anyone on purpose. She's probably not talking to you -
- actually: when was the last time God talked to literally any non-Christ human personally?
Anyway, she's probably not talking to you or helping you win your baseball game but Heaven is real and you're probably all set to go there and in the meantime be nice, details to follow. There. Introduction.
She needs to name this book. "Rejoice" is too corny, "Commentaries and Revisions" is too dry, the digits of pi have been as they are for literally all eternity and do not constitute a prophecy of the future so that's a dead end...
She's kind of nervous about publication. Maybe no one will even read it. She's not exactly famous for doing any miracles or anything yet.
But first she needs to fill in some blanks.
She has her list. She prays. Would God like to add anything, correct anything Mehitabel extrapolated about her personal opinions, or supply mathematical breakthroughs and facts about space and so on that Mehitabel could not possibly have produced without keeping a lot of really futuristic technology in her garage?
The opinions are mostly accurate, but there are a couple of points where things ought to be tweaked for clarity. Adding these few things in these few places would be good. These facts about subatomic particles (with accompanying equations) haven't yet been discovered but should be within a few years.
(And also she is still deeply beloved, but whether this is a specific part of the message or just a feature of divine revelation in general is imperfectly unambiguous.)
"...I think it's sort of partly a conflation of fear and respect," he offers. "God is a big deal. And--uh--there definitely is something to fear about God, which is the possibility of--Her--not existing. That's pretty much the worst thing God could do to you, is not exist. I decided a long time ago that if it came down to it, if God existed and wasn't as benevolent as could be hoped--torture was better than oblivion. So I guess when I say God-fearing I mean I take the subject seriously and I really don't want to actually die."
"...Well," he sighs. "I assume you don't want to sell it as a work of fiction, which would be easiest in the short term but possibly detrimental in the long term. New Age Spirituality is...unlikely to hold the gravitas the work demands, but that, I'm afraid, is beyond your reach until you begin working publicly, and it seems the most accurate possible option."
"I considered selling it as a work of fiction but I don't think it holds together as a story," says Mehitabel. "It's not like Harry Potter where a lot of people would just be thrilled to find out it was all real after all. It might be that I shouldn't publish yet at all."
"I wrote it this early so it would be ready when I needed it, but my divinity's still coming in and I'm not sure what I'll wind up being best placed to accomplish. Is there a way to print it and have it available if someone orders it without having to assign it a genre just yet?"
"Cults are largely defined by how opaque they are to non-members. Even if your claims are rather outlandish, you should be alright as long as you don't hide them until people have reached your inner circle or demand that your disciples give you their material possessions and sell flowers in airports or anything you probably won't be actively labeled a cult." Pause. "You could just put it on the internet."
She types up her manuscript. She gets a website - clarity dot com - and puts everything up there, neatly crossreferenced, plainly formatted. She starts the Hebrew translation and puts it up a chapter at a time. The internet is not very organized yet, but it is there for anyone who stumbles on it at random and anyone she cares to link.
Her magic teacher, f'rinstance.
"It's a good reason! Like, I can understand having to explain everything in little words back when crucifixion was a favored method of execution for the most 'civilized' country in the area, but I think at this point the kind of harmful idiots we have are best countered by clean and simple truth."
"Hell exists and shouldn't, God doesn't have enough power to do things as often as would be convenient and humans aren't picking up the slack either by directly doing the things that need to be done or by providing enough attention, and if I manage to fix that there's all these other universes out there and we don't know how to get to them and they might have problems and not all even have a one of God."
"You know how Grandfather sometimes has to go to boring parties with other magicians for networking reasons, and we don't because we sort of slot in as his apprentices? One of the other magicians that I only heard about because I'm around more often than you right after he gets back from the party is a vampire who's managed to last about seven hundred years. He's kinda, uh, misanthropic, but seven hundred years of spell mastery and development is no small thing."
And Emily responds: "I could style it after that tree you liked when we met, unless you've seen something better since then. Also Edie says thank you for not being a person who is not Jesus Mk. II and planning to overthrow Hell on the grounds that she likes you and doesn't want to see you die."
"Yes, that's certainly true. Gosh, this is sure going to be difficult, convincing anybody I'm not making things up. Look, what would you expect me to be able to do to prove it in the case that I am actually the second coming of Christ, help me out."
"There is that. If you could get me a message from her that contained information such that I would have reason to believe it was, in fact, a message from her, that would also suffice. But since such a thing is apparently not currently in your repertoire..." he closes his eyes and tilts is head back. Wryly: "Can you make me immune to demons' influences? That would have come in handy a few months ago, but better late than never."
"Maybe. I've never tried it before. It helps if I do my own detail work so hopefully you could tell me more about what kind of demon influence you want to hedge out or at least how you're planning to test it. And I'd also want to know that it would actually suffice for proof and that you'd be helpful with my projects if you believed me. I don't object in principle to giving presents, especially ones like that, but I have limited resources."
"No one thus far has figured out how to negate the influence of a Demon of the Seven Deadly Sins, or I would have done it, and the embarrassing incident would never have occurred. If I go home, summon a demon and instruct it to make me angry or lustful or hungry or what have you and the relevant emotions do not noticeably intensify--and I repeat the test enough times to be satisfied it is not merely recalcitrant demons--then I shall be satisfied that this has happened. Demons influence you by taking ahold of the relevant urge and multiplying it."
She thinks about protecting people from demonic influence. It seems like it should be easier than most things; it's just not letting stuff in via a certain channel. She knows a little about how demons work, although the ones she's met never have tried to influence her. How much will it take...?
"Okay. Please don't be terrible to the demons you summon. There are nice ones, and even the nasty ones would have had a very hard time trying to be better and it's not all their fault. You're probably a good enough mage that I don't have to warn you to be careful."
"I've survived seven hundred years. I know to be careful. And, for the record--part of being careful is not being terrible. People who are terrible to summoned demons tend to die as soon as one manages to get out of the circle." He says it as an instructor would, not as a correction or chide.
A few days after the party, she receives an email from an address that gives little clue as to the sender, but the subject, "It worked," and the body, "Is there anything in particular you wanted me to do or did you just want to know whether my assistance would be an available resource while making your plans?" should be a decent hint.
"The only things I know magic can't reasonably do are the things you thought would make good proof of my divinity. If there are other limits, or other things that might seem hard but are actually doable, I need to know them. If you also know anything about why most people don't know magic is real, that would help."
"In my experience, most things that are magic or otherwise beyond the bounds of the common understanding of the world prefer to maintain that fact in relation to themselves in order to avoid unwanted attention. How it started I do not know. In my experience, the limits of magic are what you can figure out how to do, rather than any hard limits on the system."
"That's promising. The main limit on miracles is that most people can't do them even if they decided to try. Did you read my book? It goes public on basically everything. It's not very widely read so far. I think it's about time everyone knew about all of it, but if there are reasons for caution I would like them."
"It'll be good practice," Mehitabel writes. "One thing I have considered doing is summoning all of the demons out of Hell. I have been warned that it is impossible to contain a Duke, but I doubt demons are capable of space travel unassisted and I was advised that by someone who at the time did not know that I was Christ. Can I get your expert opinion?"
"There are enough demons in Hell that I don't expect that to necessarily be an efficient use of your time, and I strongly recommend putting them on farther apart rather than closer together heavenly bodies, but if you can summon a Duke of Hell on a Jovian moon and then immediately teleport away I wouldn't naively expect that to fail. Practicing teleportation reaction time seems to be something of a prerequisite, though."
There's his sister's...friend, who is a remarkably talented biology student, has a penchant for getting into trouble through seemingly random but suspiciously insistent chance and getting out of it through a combination of skill and moxy, and is relatively promiscuous but has a healthy helping of self-respect on the topic.
There's the rest of their charmingly named "B-Squad," who each have their own talents.
There are several of his and Mehitabel's fellow magicians.
There are several vampires and a few other near-humans. There are a small handful of fairies. Rannsi is on that list, actually, although he doesn't seem to know about Antarctica and does note that he hasn't seen her in centuries.
"I suspect that I will ultimately resort to some level of espionage in addition to above-board discourse, in which case I assume you are capable of being discreet about any piece of information I indicate is not public knowledge for any definition of public, but I would still prefer to transfer any such information over a more secure communications method than email."