Wait. Hang on. Did that mean centuries of a widely accepted public image, the one that sprang to mind whenever anyone mentioned Lucifer or Satan or the Devil, was just an illusion cast by Merlin for fun one day?

Ghastly couldn't imagine Lucifer actually finding any allies among sorcerers, but... of course, when he thought about it, it made sense. Sorcerers were people too. Some were evil. Some might even know exactly who they wre dealing with, and still choose to ally themselves with him. Otherwise, Lucifer was known for his trickery and manipulation. Finding allies in this universe wasn't going to present much of a challenge.

Damn it. Damn it. And to think Ghastly had been worried about opening one small portal when he woke up yesterday morning. He would have preferred that to this. Not that he wasn't honoured to meet an Archangel, but... that honour was coming with so many different catches and caveats that Ghastly was beginning to wonder what else was next, what else could possibly go wrong.

If Finbar turned out to be God, like one of the plot twists in some of the crime dramas on television he watched, Ghastly was going to have to punch something.

"So what you're saying," said Tanith, slowly and carefully, "is that he's going to look like every single businessman in this city? He could be anyone?" She sighed and sank into the couch next to Ghastly. "Great. I think I liked it better when we knew exactly who we were fighting."

"We could just attack anyone calling themselves Morgan," Fletcher pointed out with a weak laugh. Valkyrie punched him on the arm for it.