She freezes.

"Abaddon - wh-what are you d-doing to me?"

Lac could interrupt here, but he thinks the Lila is doing fine. And if he did explain, Lila would have to confirm what he said anyway.

She wishes she knew what "Abaddon" is, but -

"We want to ask you about who and where you want to be when we resurrect you.  You'll be reborn as a child - what sort of child do you want to be?"

Blink.

Blink.

Her face breaks out in hope.  "Oh!  You're not holding me captive -- if you're telling the truth -

"If you can't put me back... make me be someone close to who I was?  I want my sorcery.  Or at least magic.  And somewhere I can explore it."

Oh good; she's the sort of person who can make this sort of choice as a ghost!

The angel nods.  "There isn't going to be sorcery in this world, but we can certainly make you a wizard and send you to the Royal Academy.  In fact, I almost insist:  You're going to the Royal Academy!"

He should not, actually, try to make sure that the outsider fully understands Seshka's desires and gives her what's in her best interests. He doesn't like it, but he stays quiet.

She looks like she's about to pout.

"A wizard school... with a king..."

(She never liked kings; they seemed to not do much more than bother her and Mother.)

"What sort of royal wizard school will it be?  And - how will you be insisting on it; are you going to be there too?"

"We'll be setting up Fate to be pushing you in the right directions for the story that we're setting up.  I've already talked about this with Lac, but you get some input in the story too!"

"You're a god --"

She almost falls down kneeling, just like she used to do to the more haughty demon lords.

No God worth respecting actually gives a shit about your obeisance! Kneeling is for mortal kings with big egos and a need for pageantry. Or to help maintain your own personal faith.

"Not quite, but she might as well be. And she's letting you pick the details of your next life. You can be born wealthy, or have a special talent - things like that."