I knew what Gabriel was going to ask before he said a word. And perhaps it should have brought me great satisfaction, but instead it just made me sad.
"You must help us," the winter Archangel said. While the gods and goddesses snorted their derision. "You must help us find a way back into Heaven"
"Over our dead bodies." Jupiter looked around him, as if to garner support from the others, support that came easily. All but from Odin, who looked uncomfortable, and the ever calm and emotionless Ra, who watched with the faintest curiosity. "Your days of acting superior, of feeling superior over the rest of us, are over."