"Definitely the second one yes but actually I have much more specific parameters than just 'feathered' for the wings--can I have some blank paper and a pen--"

The angel provides a large roll of sketchbook-quality white paper and some pencils and a pink rubber eraser. 

Seshka is briefly distracted by the unfamiliarity of this last element; once a sufficient explanation has been solicited, and she's tried it out, she's delighted that this falls within the purview of the Marvelous tech level. And then she starts sketching. 

"Okay," she says, pulling out some other peoples' diagrams for additional reference, "I want the bone structure of this one, except amended like so, and then I want basically this design of feather except with the barb structures of this one, and..."

They're going to be at this a while. 

So the thing you have to understand about this angel, is--

She's designed to be genuinely helpful to the people she guides; and that implies a certain level of sympathy, empathy, and general goodwill that, with the right clients, ultimately blossomed into a sense of ethics that her creator never actually intended to instill in her. 

But her basic purpose is to chivvy people through designing their future incarnations, and the depth with which Seshka is engaging with the process right now is satisfying on the same kind of deep level that a human being appreciates a hot meal and a good night's sleep. 

If Seshka understood that she would be glad to know that she was helping to promote the flourishing of another sapient being! As it is she is just being entirely self-indulgent about following her wing and nerd related whims. 

Eventually she finishes explaining how she wants the anatomy of her third set of limbs to work and sits back as the angel rolls up the large paper and causes it to vanish. She sets her wing references aside; she's probably done with them, but if she turns out to suddenly have another brilliant idea later she wants them already organized the way she has them.

"That was fun," she admits, stretching. 

"I'm glad. Meeting people right after they've died...it's nobody's happiest time. It's always good to be able to help." 

"...I mean, right now, I'm fine. Dying wasn't fun--either time--and neither was being a little grub, but--I mean, physically, right now, I'm okay."

I just...want to go home."

"I'm sorry." 

"And it's not--I mean, it's not mostly about this being inconvenient for me. This is going to be so awful for my mom. I really, really wish there was some way to let her know I'm okay."

The angel nods. 

"I've tried, before, to figure out a way to make the system do that, putting my heads together with several prior clients. Nothing's shaken out." 

"I didn't expect it would have. Just." She shakes her head firmly. "If this place is as time-dilated as you say it is, there's no point in not indulging every creative whim I can think of...but I'd rather not spend too much time moping. It won't help." She squares her shoulders. "Right, so, before I got sidetracked by wing design--not that I regret it--we were discussing the afterlife and so on. I don't immediately have more details about the afterlife itself to dictate...but since there isn't going to be any equivalent to the Lower Planes, that does slightly limit what kind of scenario we can devise for Save The World. Which is not a huge problem or anything, just--it reminded me." 

"Right. Of course, there are plenty of threats to Golarion that have nothing to do with the Lower Planes. Tar-Baphon, for instance."

"Obviously I'm not going to emulate Tar-Baphon too directly, since the undeath-related situation is going to be designed to pander shamelessly to Pharasma, but that's a good point. Save The World can be from a threat of originally mortal origin...although I'm not sure the threat in question should still be mortal. Hm. Is Pharasma liable to have opinions about my god situation?"

"There are certainly configurations she's liable to object to, but I'm not thinking of configurations she's liable to specifically prefer promoted besides the baseline 'dead babies and undeath bad' situation."

"Right. I can't have just Good gods, or even just Good and Neutral gods, because there's no way of doing that that leaves it plausible that mortals have to save the world. But...I think one major evil god, and then a handful of evil demigods, and the reason this doesn't just result in nothing bad happening is that the evil god is--the god of not getting squished, of escaping to cause trouble another day."

"Hmmm...define 'handful' and the distinction between god and demigod?"

"--I don't know exactly what I meant by handful, like, whatever makes sense, I guess, but--so, the thing I'm thinking is, if the biggest evil god is the God Of Not Getting Squished, then probably other evil divinities do get squished sometimes--is the difference between a god and a demigod not obvious, like, you have demon lords and archdevils and empyreal lords, those are all divine but not actual gods--"

"True, but the line between the two is less bright than it looks from the ground. As is the line between 'demigod' and 'powerful mortal.'"

"For the purposes of the idea I had, the important things are that the God Of Not Getting Ganked is the most powerful evil god, and that the lesser evil divinities have non-negligible turnover because the Good gods have enough of a power advantage that they can get some of them."

"Hm...we can make that work, I think...another reason the Good gods don't just get together and try really hard to kill Asmodeus is that godwars can have very bad consequences for the Material plane."

"...I definitely wouldn't keep that if I didn't have any constraints, but," sigh, "I do have to have something to save the world from. So alright." 

Sympathetic nod. Tap tap tap the invisible interface. 

"I was thinking, the Save the World threat could be a new evil demigod, one who used to be mortal--riffing on the Tar-Baphon theme, you see, without involving any undead." 

"Ooh, yes, that could be fun. A very literal demon lord to thwart." 

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