Outside Omens

Asmodeus looked at her for a long moment and then grinned. “No,” he said with a snicker, “I’m not a battery. However, I have limits.” He made an ugly face. “I’m not sure if it was because you were born, but your limits seem to outreach my own. In other words, you will be able to do more and be able to go longer without a significant pull on your own powers. I’m not what they call omnipotent, child. I’m only as strong as my Master wills me to be. Thankfully, His will seems to want me to be vastly powerful or I’d have had my tail handed back to me by the imps long ago.” He then smirked. “I’ve considered this. I do not think this Aziraphale is your father. The word “pansy” means girlish. I guessing he’d be more interested in me than your mother. Hypothetically speaking, of course.” He shuddered as the thought reached his brain.