"That's why Lilith will destroy the Nightside in the future," said Suzie, nodding slowly almost despite herself. "Because Good and Evil and consequences have a way of creeping in, whenever people get together. She will destroy what the Nightside has become because that's the only way she can restore the purity of her original vision. By removing or destroying all the living things that corrupted her city by inhabiting it."
"Yeah," I said. "That sounds like Mother."
Suzie looked thoughtfully at Lilith, standing tall and proud before her awful children. "Creating the Nightside is supposed to have weakened her," Suzie said, meaningfully. "If I could get close enough to stick both barrels up her nostrils..."
"She doesn't look that weakened," I said firmly.
Abruptly Lilith walked forward into the glorious city she'd made, to show it off to her children. They slumped and slithered and crashed after her, filling the night with a celebration of their terrible voices. Suzie and I watched them go, and were glad to see the back of them. Just the sight of them hurt our eyes and made our stomachs churn. Human eyes were never meant to deal with such spiritual ugliness.
And that was when the two angels suddenly appeared before us.
It was obvious they came from Above and Below. They were suddenly standing there before us, two tall idealised humanoid figures with massive wings spreading out behind their backs. One was composed entirely of light, the other of darkness. We couldn't see their faces. There was no question but they were angels. I could feel it in my soul. Part of me wanted to kneel and bow my head to them, but I didn't. I'm John Taylor. Suzie already had her shotgun trained on them. She's never been much of a one for bowing either. I had to smile. The angels looked at each other. We weren't what they'd expected.
"As if things aren't complicated enough," I said, "now Heaven and Hell are getting directly involved. Wonderful."
"Bloody angels," growled Suzie. "Bullyboys from the afterlife. I ought to rip your pin-feathers out. What do you want?"
"We want you," said the angel of light. Its words rang in my head like silver bells.
"We want you to stop Lilith. We can help you," said the dark angel. Its words stank in my head like burning flesh.
"I am Gabriel."
"I am Baphomet."
"This is not how we really are," said Gabriel. "We found these images in your heads."
"Comfortable fictions," said Baphomet.
"Designed to make you comfortable with our presence."
"But not too comfortable. We are the will of Heaven and Hell made flesh, and we have been given jurisdiction in this matter."
"You will obey us," said Gabriel.
"Want to bet?" said Suzie.
"We don't do the 'o' word," I said.
The angels looked at each other. Things were clearly not going as expected. "This new city was never intended," said Gabriel. "The material world is not prepared to deal with such a thing. It will... unbalance matters. It cannot be allowed to flourish."
"Lilith must be stopped," said Baphomet. "We are here to help you stop her."
"Why?" I said. "I really would love to hear the official line on this."
"We cannot tell you," said Gabriel. "We do not know. We only ever know what we need to know, when we are unleashed upon the material world. It is not for us to make decisions or have opinions. We only enforce the will of Heaven and Hell."
"We are here to do what must be done," said Baphomet. "And we will see it done, no matter what it takes."
I'd seen this kind of limited thinking before, back during the angel war. Angels of either House were always much diminished by being made material. They were still unutterably powerful, and their very nature made them unwavering in their purpose, but you couldn't argue or reason with them. Even when conditions had clearly changed so much that their original purpose was no longer relevant. Angels were spiritual storm-troopers. If a city had to be destroyed, or the first-born of a generation destroyed, send in the angels. Of course, that was still to come.
"You want Lilith taken out, why don't you get on with it?" said Suzie.
"We cannot simply walk into her city and destroy her," said Gabriel. "Lilith has designed her creation so that simply by entering it, all emissaries of Heaven and Hell would be terribly weakened."
"And then she would destroy us," said Baphomet. "She hates all emissaries of authority, whether from Above or Below."
"We do not fear destruction," said Gabriel. "Only the failure of our mission. You can help us."
"You must help us."
Neither angel had much of a personality, as such. Presumably that would come later, after centuries of interaction with Humanity. For the moment, they were more like machines set in motion, programmed to carry out a distasteful but necessary task. It occurred to me that both the light and the dark angel had more in common than they would probably care to admit.
"If you can't enter the city without being destroyed, what use are you?" said Suzie, blunt as ever.
"We cannot stop Lilith," Gabriel said calmly. "But we can make it possible for you to stop her."
"How?" I said.
"You could not destroy her, even with our help," said Baphomet. "She was created to be uniquely powerful, and so she is. Even here, in the material world. But together we could weaken and diminish her, so much so that the harm she could do in the future would be much lessened."
"How?" I said.
"We understand that this is important to you," said Gabriel. "It is not necessary for us to know why."
"We can make you powerful," said Baphomet. "Powerful enough to deal with Lilith as she deserves to be dealt with."
"How?" I said.
"By possessing you," said Gabriel.
Suzie and I looked at the angels, then at each other, then we stepped back a little way to discuss the matter in private. Neither of us felt comfortable under the implacable gaze of their blank faces. And the unblinking light and the impenetrable darkness of their forms was wearing, on both the eyes and the soul. There was something about the angels that made you want to accept everything they said, unthinkingly. But because they couldn't lie didn't mean they were privy to the whole truth.
"We can't destroy Lilith," Suzie said reluctantly. "Whatever happens. Because if she dies here and now, you couldn't be born, John."
"The thought had occurred to me," I said. "But if we could seriously reduce her power, while she's still vulnerable ... it might make it possible for us to deal with her, back in our own time. We know something happens to weaken her in the past, because soon enough her own creatures will band together to banish her from the Nightside. Maybe what we do here will make that possible."
"We're back to circular thinking again," said Suzie. "Hate Time travel. Makes my head hurt."
"But... if we can learn how to weaken her," I said, "maybe we can do it again, once we get back to our own time."
"If we get back to our own time." Suzie considered the matter for a while, then nodded reluctantly. "You mean, we could weaken her again, and stop her destroying the Nightside in the future. Okay. Sounds like a plan to me. Except that there is no way in hell that I'm going to let an angel or anyone else possess me. One body, one vote, no exceptions."