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As the Divine Messenger, Gabriel could generally travel to any realm when needed. Descending into Hell on a suicidal rescue mission was hardly something he did in his free time, however, and the weight of his sword at his hip as he rolled back the thin carpet was comforting.

"I don't generally bring people, and I doubt you can find it that easily; I'm not sure Michael and I could just bring you along and Descend," he explained to Iluryl as he drew a large pentacle on the light brown parquet with chalk. Frowning slightly, he began to draw tiny sigils in the angelic script; the sigils formed a circle enclosing the star. "There."

  Leaving the chalk on the coffee table, he took a deep breath and stepped to the centre of the pentagram, holding his hand out for Iluryl. Nothing would happen until he read the sigils, after all.