Constaniana wrote:"Richard? Aren't you...well, never mind; Damien came back, so I suppose you could too. Good to see you again, sir. The school itself has been fairly clean, I suppose. There's a lot less students to muck it up ever since all the ones that didn't want to fight Uriel left. We got that one toilet on the eighth floor to finally stop flushing all the time," the school's president said cheerily, before glancing over at the panicking D. "Oi. You just don't go and steal sperm from people. That's not cool," he chided, not liking the fact that it was being brought up inside a spaceship of all places.
"It was for science!" D said, "I was- alright, it's a long story. Go back and read my lab notes on it later. I guess I can finally publish that paper now."
Said paper - "Skin to Bone, Steel to Rust" - was an essay on the genetic coding of angels and the (supposedly) unrealized potential of "swapping" angelic code and human code. This was, obviously, quite relevant at the moment.
Luckily, the school kept the world's leading experts in the field around in their halls. Wasn't that smart of Crowley?