They don't go anywhere. Perhaps it's a relief, in a sense, to know that there's nothing waiting after death and having the certainty that whatever brief existence they have is all there is. No encores once the curtain falls.
The Devil watches Daniel look at his sigils, and even though he probably has little idea what they mean-- unless Enochian is among his many languages-- he should at least be able to see the lines of power they weave, making a safe harbor of this small area. Lucifer has always been good at wards and sigils and other subtle uses of his power; Gabriel learned his tricks from somewhere.
"Is it useful, though, to return to being human?" he asks, and it's not a dishonest question. "You need to understand the Rift to click your ruby slippers, Daniel, and humanity doesn't do you very many favors on that front."
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They don't go anywhere. Perhaps it's a relief, in a sense, to know that there's nothing waiting after death and having the certainty that whatever brief existence they have is all there is. No encores once the curtain falls.
The Devil watches Daniel look at his sigils, and even though he probably has little idea what they mean-- unless Enochian is among his many languages-- he should at least be able to see the lines of power they weave, making a safe harbor of this small area. Lucifer has always been good at wards and sigils and other subtle uses of his power; Gabriel learned his tricks from somewhere.
"Is it useful, though, to return to being human?" he asks, and it's not a dishonest question. "You need to understand the Rift to click your ruby slippers, Daniel, and humanity doesn't do you very many favors on that front."