"Ooh!"

"Is that your place? It's lovely."

"I used to be super into landscaping! I don't update this place as often as I used to but I still like it to look nice," says Amriac. She steps into Hell, still holding the door. "...Well, I haven't reappeared in my closet, so maybe I'm still summoned?"

"There's still a binding, right, you could check, try injuring one of the Elves or something -"

"He means one of the Elves who are his alt or his alt-sibling, please."

"For a while Nelyo had the authority to order whatever he wanted but eventually they decided that was a silly system and reformed it. I think he was slightly disappointed."

"If you trust yourself enough all restrictions on your power are restrictions on bad options that you could conceivably need."

"And we love him so much that we all agreed that with respect to us he can still play autocrat."

Amriac steps back into the bar and squints at Elves. "...nope, still summoned," she concludes.

"Thanks so much. That is useful."

"No problem," chirps Amriac, and she shuts the door behind her.

"What're you going to use it for -"

"Fix the time dilation effect, mostly. Possibly a side of noninvasive law enforcement."

"If you summon horrible people and then want to put them in Hell you are not turning them loose in my garden."

"We can let them get the door themselves."

Nod nod.

"Anyway demons are much nicer than people where I'm from so it's not really going to be a priority."

"I don't know how nice they are, I didn't talk to many people, but gosh was London smelly," remarks Amriac.

"Yeah, it looks like Muggles nicen right up once they invent sanitation and widespread literacy and infant mortality rates below one-in-three."

Poor babies.

Shudder.

"Well that's - that's the most depressing thing I've ever heard -"

"...is your music going to get even sadder is that even possible -"

"Who would even have children if they stand that kind of chance -"

"According to the books I went through on my way to Tirion they don't do it on purpose."