On a wing and a prayer.

"I’m afraid I’ve not seen anything of the sort yet, though I do hope it doesn’t mean their counterparts are running amok as well." If he wants to play this game, she can play it back. A couple years (give or take) a Catholic will do that for a girl. Add in a dash of demonic influence and suddenly, you can trash talk angels like nobody’s business. "I mean, considering their boss killed far more than those demons’ ever did."

Endangering children is one thing, but questioning the authority and motives of God is an entirely different matter.  Miles reaches out and seizes the demon by the elbow and starts to drag her off away from the schoolyard.  "Come on.  Let's go for a walk.  The other teachers can handle things for a while."  A walk that will possibly end with her getting sent straight back to hell where she belongs.

The angel approaches before she can even bring him the girl and that’s almost worse because it gives her no time to brace herself. There’s an uncomfortable sizzling behind her glasses that she thinks may be one of her contacts evaporating under the force of the holy glow creeping into everything. Her sunglasses are doing very little to block it out and she can’t help but sneer in response.

The demon releases the child's hand before Erubey is forced to do anything drastic that could possibly blow his cover or alarm any humans standing nearby.  That's good.  And the child finds her mother without him having to leave the demon unsupervised.  That is also good.  He nods and smiles to Brienna as she leaves before turning his attention back to the abomination in front of him.

The revolution, it seems, is going to be televised, but Nessa fully intends to miss the broadcast. She’s sure she won’t end up out of the loop; there’s no doubt in her mind that every possible news source will be blowing up with the information of the existence of nonhumans as soon as it is revealed. In what she assumes will be her last few hours of peace and calm, she goes for a walk without a destination in mind, without anything at all in mind really, save for the faint whisperings of a familiar rage curling in the pit of her stomach.

Miles Mitchell, or rather, the angel inhabiting Miles Mitchell's form, has decided to pretend as if everything is perfectly normal.  He's going to continue on living the life that was never his in the first place, pretend to be just as shocked as the rest of the population when news of nonhuman existence reaches the general public.  He cannot afford to do anything else.  He knows too well the danger he could put himself and his new family in if he acts as anything other than human, and putting his children at risk is not something he's willing to do.

Sounds doable.

It’s hard to not want to keep up. If you need any help getting the hell out of dodge, I can bring you some information.

I'll just need your opinions on a couple of things before I start worrying about anything like that.

What a shame.

Nah, I bought 'em off with the new class pets.  Couple of aquatic frogs to look at on their downtime and they're happy to get their work done.

It’s a shame Neopia can’t be paused the in same way a journey of pitting cute creatures against each other can.