“I can sense these things,” Fastitocalon told her solemnly, tapping his temple with a finger. “Truly my powers are vast. No, it’s just that – well, angelic, or heavenly, objects or entities are immediately recognizable to the right type of vision. They’re covered in a sort of sparkly golden dust and make me break out in hives. Demonic and infernal stuff is just as recognizable, only I’m not violently allergic to the sparkles, and they’re red rather than gold.”
