Heretics book 3 - The Apocryphile Press

THE KINGDOM :: 189
The magician’s eyes widened as the angel registered what
had happened to him, and the minor but significant evil perpetrated
on the world.
Terry couldn’t think of a time when he had witnessed such
acute sorrow. For not knowing how to work the body of
flesh, the angel was proving to be a fast learner.
The angel spoke again, in a voice so sad, Terry had to
pause to appreciate the pathos. “He wants to know if he is
our prisoner.” Terry met Richard’s eyes, which were wet
with emotion.
“No, honey. Ag. Ag. Rit nonca. Gil zacam noncf, aala
eoan ofekufa Peripsol.” Terry sighed. “I told him we saved
him, and we want to help him get home, and back into his
own body, back to Heaven.”
“Can you ask him if he can help?” asked Richard.
“How?”
“Well, is he trapped in the body, or can he extricate himself
from it and, you know, roam around?”
Terry’s brow furrowed, but he put the question to the
angel in halting Enochian. The answer, when it came, was
long and full of digressions.
“Well, I’m not going to translate all of that, but the upshot
is ‘no.’ All creatures, even spiritual creatures, need a body as
a vehicle for consciousness. He would need his angelic body
to move around unseen on this plane. He’s stuck, I’m
afraid.”
Richard nodded. “Is he in pain?”
Terry asked the question. “Like you wouldn’t believe,” he
said, grimacing. “But it’s better. I think it’s just a matter of
adjustment.”
“Does he have access to Randall’s memories?”
Terry’s eyebrows shot up, but he asked just the same. “He
doesn’t know,” he answered after the two had conversed for
a while in Enochian, “but he’s going to root around and see