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[heaven_on_paper]

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

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[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.

[heaven_on_paper]

Oh, America. I see.

[ He says this super dismissively and with a certain amount of relief, like that explains everything and it's no longer something he has to worry about having missed. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

[ There is a very long moment where Ragnor clearly considers how much information to share. ]

...

The book originally escaped from Cornwall.

[heaven_on_paper]

...

[ Aziraphale sighs and finally sets down the book he was inspecting. ]

Why don't you come in and sit down? Would you like a cup of tea?

[unfriendlygreen]

[ He takes a seat, the chair moving on its own. ]

Not to be rude, but I will procure my own. I am not entirely sure drinking your tea would be safe for me.

[ Ragnor is suddenly holding a cup from Nina's coffee shop. Aziraphale may smell something like burnt matches, though there is nothing burning. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

Don't be silly, it's just tea. "Gross matter," as some might refer to it. Quite ordinary. Nothing celestial about it.

[ He pointedly goes into the back to get his own tea the hard way. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

Celestial things can quite literally kill me, so I would much rather not risk it, if it's all the same to you.

[ He's being very careful not to touch anything that might belong to the angel. ]