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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]

You don't need a catalogue, either.

[unfriendlygreen]

But I would like to.

[heaven_on_paper]

You'll have to live with the disappointment, I'm afraid.

[unfriendlygreen]

I would not have imagined you'd be poor hosts, and yet.

[heaven_on_paper]

Terribly sorry.

[ He isn't sorry at all. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

If I am imposing, I can copy the book and be on my way.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ He waves a hand. ]

You're welcome to stay.

[ That doesn't mean he's going to be baited into discussing angel powers with some random half demon guy from another dimension?? ]

But surely we can come up with some more congenial topic of discussion.

[unfriendlygreen]

Such as?

[heaven_on_paper]

Music, for instance! I could show you my record collection.

[unfriendlygreen]

...

I would love to see it.

[ He actually really would. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

[ INSTANTLY perking up, wiping his fingers scrupulously clean and standing up. ]

Well! It's right this way. You know, if you're going to be in town for a few days, there's a little record shop just down the street that I really must recommend. Maggie, the prioprietess, has quite the knack for turning up rare albums.

[unfriendlygreen]

That knack would have nothing to do with frivolous miracles, would it?

[ But he's following him. ]

[heaven_on_paper]

Oh, goodness, no. It's all human connections! I wouldn't know where to start.

[ He takes him over to a series of shelves (not in the main part of the shop) that house an extensive and carefully curated selection of classical records. ]

Ta dah!

[ He does a little hand flourish and everything. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

It is a pity you ended up meeting me and not Bane, Bane would adore you.

[heaven_on_paper]

... friend of yours?

[unfriendlygreen]

More of a business partner.

[heaven_on_paper]

Another... half-demon?

[unfriendlygreen]

Yes, there are many of us.

[heaven_on_paper]

... I see.

[ Well the implications of that are horrible. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

And yes, the circumstances of out births are almost always unfortunate.

[heaven_on_paper]

"Unfortunate." Well, they would be. Though if that's how you think about it, you wouldn't be especially tempted to become an agent of hell.

[unfriendlygreen]

Obviously.

[heaven_on_paper]

Sorry. Don't mean to pry.

... would you like to put something on?

[ He gestures to his music collection. ]

[unfriendlygreen]

[ He chooses a rare record of classical music and instead of using magic to put it on he just hands it to Aziraphale. ]

Demons force or trick humans into carrying their offspring, they often do not realize what they are carrying until the offspring is born. We are born with what we call warlock marks, inhuman traits; I have my skin, hair color, horns— [ he wags his fingers, which have an extra joint. ] most warlock children don't reach adulthood.

[heaven_on_paper]

[ Aziraphale does look increasingly horrified as Ragnor goes on. ]

No... no, I suppose you wouldn't.

[ He puts the record on the player, but doesn't put the needle down, hesitating to end the conversation that way. ]