"Is there a little support group for us extradimensionals?"

"I'm afraid not. I've never heard of extradimensionals before in my life. It might have happened before, because our magical records are hilariously terrible, but I don't think it's common."

"Huh."

"It's also entirely possible that I did a thing that no one else has ever done before! I have no idea! I am mostly self taught, I have no idea what the standards are for magical knowledge."

"Where'd you get your materials to teach yourself?" wonders Cam.

"Learned the basics of it through surgical use of my peryton sadface, lots of logical arguments, and doing an absurd amount of menial chores. Then from there I used what I knew to find the other - .... I explained it as chemistry and Sudoku combined, right? I worked to learn the other elements on the periodic table and the other numbers in Sudoku. Essentially."

"Soooo, not via books left in an abandoned mansion set a bit away from Forks proper."

"... No? Why, should I go snooping in an abandoned mansion, is there magic there?"

"Well, that's where I found it. Oh, fair warning, I'm like seventy percent sure that everyone who summons daeva gets to be one after they die, but if you are subject to the afterlife rules I am familiar with this is much better than the alternative no matter which kind you get."

"Er. Okay, well, what's that like? Actually - what's the normal afterlife like, is it terrible?"

"It's not terrible, just disappointing. It is an infinite plane of dirt plus exactly one thing per person - the going theory is it's whatever non-person item tops the list of 'things you would find an afterlife incomplete without'. My dad got his house and my mom got a Winnebago, they're pretty lucky, some people land and get their dog or a pond or an ice skating rink."

"Ugh, wow, yeah that is - disappointing. Are lots of people homeless? That's extremely concerning!"

"They can make sort of bricks out of the infinite earth, when there's a water source - and there is, because the buildings and whatnot have mysteriously infinitely functioning plumbing. And my parents both have roommates most of the time and people live in the ice skating rinks. There's no weather, so mostly having to live outside is unprivate and exasperating, though. And they're just as indestructible as daeva, just no snazzy powers on top of that."

"... Okay, not as terrible, but still. Not what I want in an afterlife. What am I getting now for summoning you?"

"If you hook up to my afterlife system, of which I am not at all sure, I now expect you to show up in a daeva realm, I don't know enough about you to guess which, and you will have snazzy powers to match."

"Right, might not go to your afterlife, makes sense. Snazzy powers I will not turn down, I like snazzy powers."

"I do too. They were a pleasant consolation prize for getting murdered."

That causes peryton summoner to stop walking in surprise. "... You were what?"

"I was murdered when I was 22, I wrecked some guy's sketchy business in the process of going public on the existence of daeva not-quite-anonymously enough and next thing I knew I was in Hell."

"I'm extremely sorry," says the summoner sincerely. Pause. "... I should worry about that. I would rather not end up dead before I can accomplish anything."

"Do not underestimate the vengefulness of people with strong economic reason to want you to fail."

"I won't," he promises. "I do not want to die at twenty-two. Or, for that matter, at fifteen."

"Right then, that is basically the useful life lesson my death can teach you. That and the thing about summoners turning into daeva."

"...heh, I wonder if Charlie's house is here." Pause. "I wonder if there is a Charlie here."