She frowned, tilting her head before sighing. “Okay. If they give me the stuff and tell me what to do, would you mind if I did it?”
She squinted at him. "Suit yourself, you dingbat. But I would take me up on my offer if I were you. You won't let anyone else be near you, and from the sounds of things, I won't be around for long."
The door would lead back to the dark room, where the three of them would be waiting. They all looked very surprised, even Zad, whose shoulders were drawn back and tense.
"Saint Michael is corrupt," the queen said, a rare tone of astonishment in her voice. "He is building a weapon to take over and you're the chosen one to stop him."
She was quiet for a moment, tilting her head slightly. "...Wow," she said after a second. "Is that why I can avoid dying why Zaddy drops me from high places?"
Zadkiel stammered slightly, before composing himself. "Ahem.. It would explain why you have every power it seems. You have power equal to that of a young demon or angel, and it will only get stronger once you face Saint Michael, I would hope."
"I.." he shook his head, at a loss for words. Warner crossed his arms. "We're going to have to find you a place to stay."
