“Jupiter and Neptune. What did they become.” His voice is very flat.

“They became the devil, too. Jupiter has hands, a lot of them, for every kind of touch you could ever need—used to be Neptune spilled out bile, or ink, or poison, but recently it’s been water, clear and clean. I helped!” She raises the temperature a bit, demonstratively, and then drops it again. “Helped her boil it all away until she didn’t feel like she had to be angry anymore.” 

"That was very kind of you."

“Thank you.”

"You're welcome."

He feels really bad for the not-angel.

A comfortable heat settles over the area as a few of Venus’s eyes blink open and closed. “Do you have any other questions?”

“...Not that I can think of right now.”

“Okay.  You don’t know where we are either, right, you randomly appeared here too? We could figure that out...”

“...No.”

“As in, I know why I am here. I think.”

“...oh?” 

“I have magic.”

“Oh right, I remember you saying that you know why you got here, that you did some sort of ritual. That—doesn’t explain me, though, does it?”

“Yes. The ritual was for a specific purpose.”

“...Which was?”

“It was supposed to.... allow me to attain my most ardent desire.”

“...Oh. Oh. Is your magic reliable? Because—I mean, I don’t mean to force the issue, but... Are you sure you want to stay in that body and not get a new one?”

“I think I may have.... erred. I didn’t mean this to be the result.” He blinks away sudden tears, hoping the not-angel didn’t notice.

Venus has a lot of eyes. She notices.

She doesn’t comment, though. She remembers what it was like to be that boy. “...Okay. Do you know where it is that your ritual brought us?”

"No! No I don't!" He really should have thought harder about the ritual before doing it.

Lindsey remains blissfully unaware of Venus's thoughts on the sort of boy he is.

“We should. Uh. Probably figure that out, then. ...Though I’m a little conspicuous, and if I go outside in a world like mine then they’ll probably send kids to defeat me.” Her eyes are blinking thoughtfully, with only a little nervousness. 

"I would probably be less conspicuous?"