"Yeah. I didn't have her name to see if she wound up in Hell. I wouldn't think she did, though I have no way to verify if my idle mental sortings of anyone I've tried to sort are correct."

"Why, what determines who goes where?"

"I don't know, you understand, but my guess is that it's a matter of a personality fit with the powers."

"From our brief acquaintance I'm guessing demon."

"Cool. On the other hand I have no idea where anyone else I love would go...I don't have a good grasp of this yet but I can't help but think my mother would go anywhere but demon, somehow."

"Well, that's still only two choices, this isn't exactly a fine-grained personality test. But yes, the afterlife arrangement leaves some commuting options to be desired unless you can convince someone to unite you in the mortal world."

"That seems like a really good intangible, if only anyone knew."

"I'm surprised it doesn't happen more with ex-human angels and fairies, actually. Most daeva aren't ex-humans, but I get summons often enough that if I were allowed to talk one time in ten I'd have managed to meet some people I wanted to meet. But I can't go to Heaven or Fairyland and ask around about that."

"Seems a shame. Howcome everyone knows about Daeva but no one knows that some of them are dead humans?"

"I can only answer half of that question."

"Which half?"

"Oh, everyone knows about daeva because I told them."

"Yep. I was seventeen, I found some summoning books in an abandoned house, I carefully experimented and talked to some daeva, and then I deployed a bunch of summons to make it pretty undeniable that they existed. Previous summoners came clean in small quantities - they'd all had economic incentives to keep quiet, you see, but those were gone - and I hid among them and taught summoning at a university for four years and then someone figured out it was me and shot me in the head."

"I took to being a demon really well! The only trouble was then I couldn't get in touch with my parents."

"That must suck. My parents are kind of gratuitously ordinary for the most part but I'd hate not being able to see them again."

"Gratuitously ordinary. Mine are approximately that too. Anyway, eventually they died and went to Limbo, which is what happens if you don't turn into a daeva. I knew about it but hadn't publicized - it seemed like it would make the engine of post-scarcity unnecessarily political, you know? - but Limboites aren't summonable and don't get cool powers and the place is kind of disappointing."

Cam hands her a piece of paper.

"Thanks. Fair warning, if this doesn't work the first time I'm absolutely going to try again."

"I mean, maybe give me twenty minutes if it's been long enough between dismissal and resummoning that your first attempt catches me in the shower. The first drawing will remain valid in that instance, incidentally, as this is a personally targeted circle. I'll just turn up slightly damp while you're drawing a redundant duplicate."

"Okay, that's fair. Why would you be damp, though, couldn't you create a layer of hot air between your skin and the water or something?"

"Water clings tight enough that it's mildly uncomfortable to get the air under it. I'm faster than those awful public restroom fans, but not by that much."