Sam and Mabel were in the Mystery Shack by the cash register. Sam leaned against the counter and watched Mabel with interest while she spun on top the globe next to him, she had tried it once and liked it. She didn't spin on it anymore while Dipper was around, she couldn't call him a dork or dweeb without him reaching over and stopping it, after a few times she learned that she didn't like falling on the ground. Dipper had also been with them earlier, but had left for a moment when he wanted to make sure that he hadn't heard the howl of a cynocephaly. While Mabel was spinning something she had meant to ask Sam or her brother popped up in her head.

"Oh! Sam!"

She jumped off the globe while it was still spinning and landed dizzy and off balance. Her arms flailed while she continued nervously spinning across the plank floor until she collided with a wall and fell on the ground. The world still spinning around her.

"...I'm okay."

Sam immediately came over and helped the poor girl up, and held her in place while her knees still wobbled. After her gaze could stay focus on one thing again she started talking.

"Thank you. How are you and Dipper coming along with filling out those pages in the book for angels?"

Book '3' had originally had seven pages in the book that were left blank for someone who could fill them out. The author of that mysterious volume had left a note saying that a angel had told him to leave the pages blank, for he would be unable to find the information needed to properly fill them out, but the angel also said that the journal would one day fall into the hands of someone who could find that information. Since Dipper was the current owner of book '3', and he was best friends with a warrior angel, he must have been right.

"We're doing great. We already have six pages filled out."

"Really? How much info can there be on angels?"

Dipper walked in just in time to hear what Mabel said. The cynocephally had been a false alarm, and for those who think he was just being paranoid, OBVIOUSLY you've never been chased by a pack of the dog headed men. Dipper opened up the tattered pages of the old journal.

"A lot, Mabel. Angels are a amazing race, there are so many different kinds of them with so many different purposes and powers that you'd need seven different BOOKS to sum up everything. And even then I'm not sure that would be enough."

They had only been placing brief descriptions of different angels and information that went with them. Mabel sneaked a peak into Dipper's volume.

"Thrones? Dominions? Seraphim? What are those?"

"Different types of angels."

"Okay...what about that thing?" *Points to a page in the book* "Grace?"

Dipper turned the question over to Sam, after all he was the one who explained it to him, and he certainly understood it better than Dipper.

"You see Mabel, an angel's Grace is the source of their power."

Mabel thought it over.

"I thought it was magic like Trixie."

Sam shook his head. His power certainly wasn't magic.

"Not even close. Magic is kinda a omni-energy that can changes its nature successfully to other types of forms of energy. An angel's Grace is not a energy itself, it's more of a means to manipulate energy."

Mabel gave him a confused look, and Sam continued.

"You see, we're swimming in a metaphorical soup of energy. Heat, light, motion, time, gravity, and matter is all energy. We're even surrounded by a universal energy field. Everything is and everything operates on energy. My Grace lets me "reach out" and grasp that raw power, changing its form and manipulating it as I want. And that's how my powers work."

Mabel scratched her head. She had gotten the gist of it, but it was still pretty confusing for a 12 year old.

"Is there more?"

"Yep. Unlike magic, the Grace isn't really used up. When a angel exerts it the Grace isn't gone, it's still out there and will return to to them in time. This thing can literally control reality. It is..."pure creation."'

"Coooool!"

Elsewhere

Azazel and Sparkler sat together. Azazel was sitting on a well placed rock that let him lean forward and rest his arms across his legs. He still didn't have a shirt on, but that was only because he could tell Sparkler liked it, and demons weren't exactly known for being "modest." Sparkler stood with her glowing red hand place on his back, her eyes had turned red and black as she used her magic like he had instructed.

"How does this work exactly?"

Azazel turned his head to look at her. He had been flirting with her ever since they met, and she had to admit that she was loving the handsome devil's charm and tactics. He pondered it for a moment, though this was only for the theatrical affect.

"You see my Firefly, according to famed human psychologist Sigmund Freud, the mind is divided up into three parts: The ID, Ego, and the Super-ego. The ID is suppose to be the base desires, such as hunger, thoughts of revenge, or..." *Looks her over* "A certain burning attraction to a feisty little fire fairy. The super-ego is suppose to be the morality that has been built up around you and pressured on you by society, to conform, to do good and selfless deeds, and to not act upon your affections for a amazing woman. The job of the Ego is to bring the ID and Super-ego into balance. My ID tells me that I deeply want to kiss your beautiful lips, but my Super-ego tells me to remain a gentleman on the matter and not kiss you. However, thanks to my Ego, I have brought the two in balance by instead of blatantly kissing you, settling for you rubbing your soft hand against my back while you do your spell."

Azazel didn't actually agree with A LOT of Freud's work. He though he was just a crazy, and VERY creepy old man. But his theories, by they slightly based on the creep's desire to understand and influence the human mind to his advantage or not, still made a fairly good pick-up line. He thought that his nana would have a heart attack at how much and how well he was flirting.

Sparkler blushed slightly for a moment, which was rare for her, but she got over that fast.

"You know that wasn't what I was talking about."

*Chuckles* "Of course it wasn't. You see the reason I'm having you do this spell is because it speeds up the process of me recovering my power. I was beaten last time when 'Sammy' ran his angel-blade right through me. Now my kind is immortal, I can't die here, but if they do it in that manner it'll send us away for a long time and dispersed out power, making us wait for it to return to us. As a fallen archangel, I was able to return much faster from being stabbed by the sword of a lowly soldierr, if Sam had been an archangel when he struck me down then I would still be out of commission. But even though I'm back my power was still dispersed, and with how much power I had it would take lifetimes for it to recover fully on its own. Fairy magic can sorta "magnetize" my soul and draw my Grace, the source of my power, back to me at a accelerated rate."

"So to recap: this lets you get your strength back. How much power did you have anyway?"

"Enough to shatter this world and many others, to reshape reality, and to extinguish suns. That's how much power I have."

Sparkler wasn't sure she believed him, she simply couldn't comprehend that kind of power. She would have been slightly unnerved at the time if she had known that everything he had just claimed was true. After a moment of thought she brought herself around to face him, then she planted a kiss right on the devil's lips.

"I hope that satisfied your ID."

A/N: I know this isn't really a adventure or something along those lines, but I though a explanation of a few things in the story was a good idea. Plus, I got to show an evil couple, and that's just a scary and fun prospect. Anyway, reviews...I want them.