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[heaven_on_paper]

further nife and accurate prophecies concerning the worlde that is to com

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[heaven_on_paper]

[ Well, that's... peculiar. Also, excuse you, this is a perfectly legitimate bookshop. ]

Oh— good morning. Can I... help you?

[ He looks up from the book he's examining, but he doesn't put it down. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

Perhaps, I am looking for a specific—

[ He turns to look at the shady shopkeeper and freezes. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

I thought the last of you left after the last war.

[heaven_on_paper]

... I think perhaps you may be confused.

[ And I think I may be as well, he doesn't say. What exactly are you supposed to be? he also doesn't say. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

I am not confused. What are you, an exile?

[heaven_on_paper]

[ He draws himself up a bit, testily. ]

I am the owner of this establishment. And for that matter, what exactly are you supposed to be?

[unfriendlygreen]

Half demon.

[ he says it like it should be obvious, then very deliberately sticks his hands in his pockets. ]

I'm very allergic to your kind. Is there anything holy in here? I would much rather not combust.

[heaven_on_paper]

Half demon and half what?

[ He raises his eyebrows, simply ignoring the second question. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

Human. What else?

[heaven_on_paper]

I'm sure I wouldn't know. You're rather outside my realm of experience, I'm afraid.

[unfriendlygreen]

That's not surprising, your kind doesn't come here.

[heaven_on_paper]

I think you'll find that quite a lot of rare booksellers come to London.

[unfriendlygreen]

... sure, all right. I'm looking for the Black Volume of the Dead.

[ an ancient, dangerous spell book supposedly containing several resurrection rituals and invocations of the Prince of Hell Belial, among others. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

Well, you certainly won't find it here.

[unfriendlygreen]

It has been moving on its own.

[heaven_on_paper]

Good Heavens. Are you sure?

[unfriendlygreen]

Occult books will do that.

[heaven_on_paper]

I'll keep an eye out.

[unfriendlygreen]

If it turns up and a group of— teenagers with attitude come looking, would you mind pretending you know nothing about it?

[heaven_on_paper]

Well, I'm hardly going to point a group of children towards a book like that.

[unfriendlygreen]

A group of children manage to get their hands on it once per century. The last time was only a couple of decades ago, so with any luck the book will be missing for a few more.

[heaven_on_paper]

A couple of decades ago? Where? What happened?

[unfriendlygreen]

... that answers the question about omniscience, I suppose.

A young man managed to get his hands on a handful of pages and used them to attempt necromancy.

[heaven_on_paper]

Yes, but where?

[unfriendlygreen]

Los Angeles.

The irony does not escape me.