"No?" Gray said, and then clarified, "I mean, no, he's not? In human terms, anyway." He looked at the picture of Daman. "He gets it from his father, and he was a fallen angel, so." He shrugged. "His mother was Dacian. That's in what's now Romania."

Wait. Go back. "Oh! We're not...none of us are actually related by like, blood. I don't think." He and Alastair didn't know anything about their mothers, so. Who knew? "Our fathers were the first seven--well, eight--angels that followed Lucifer when he rebelled. The Supreme Being cursed their firstborn sons, you see, and that's us. The Cursed Sons. It's a whole...thing." Gray was now picking awkwardly at the corner of one of the two remaining cards, which was shedding red glitter all over his clothes.