It wasn't a surprise, exactly. These kinds of things never were. Still, there was a shadow of memory in both Ghastly and Skulduggery's souls, and Gabriel observed quietly, the eternally silent witness. While the others debated, the Archangel sat back and let this information tick over.
He may not have been human, but he had observed humans for a long time. He had see the ways in which Lucifer manipulated them. The magnificent sense of cruel irony his brother had. Lucifer may not have been pulling the strings here, but humanity's mind worked in similar ways regardless. He only used what was already there, so assuming what Lucifer might do if he were behind it could be illuminating.
Lucifer enjoyed mass murder, true. But something like this was also a little too obvious, a little too easy. For something as simple and blunt as a bomb left somewhere, it was usually a guardian of light who had fallen, wherein the irony wasn't in the action, but the person doing it.
Scarab was likely already damned, so Lucifer's machinations would be more subtle. The irony would be the execution instead, in response to having been tricked by the good guys.
And the truest irony in response to a crime by the side of light would be--
Revelation.
"If he's an assassin in this case," he said slowly. "I don't think Scarab means to kill people. Or perhaps he does, but it's not his end goal. He wants Guild to be outed. He wants people to know that Meritorious was a murderer. How he plans to do that is the question, but I imagine a bomb-threat would be great incentive."
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Solomon paused in the midst of moving from the table. It was true that China's library was among the most comprehensive. Surely, she had already gleaned as much information as possible from those books. That didn't mean she had given any of it to him.
The Necromancer would have to find a cleric. But not yet. The offer was tendered; he had nothing to lose but time by accepting it. "I do believe I will," he said mildly. "Thank you." He bowed. "Good day, Ms Sorrows."
With that Solomon Wreath turned and strode toward the door, leaving China's apartment in favour of her library.
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He may not have been human, but he had observed humans for a long time. He had see the ways in which Lucifer manipulated them. The magnificent sense of cruel irony his brother had. Lucifer may not have been pulling the strings here, but humanity's mind worked in similar ways regardless. He only used what was already there, so assuming what Lucifer might do if he were behind it could be illuminating.
Lucifer enjoyed mass murder, true. But something like this was also a little too obvious, a little too easy. For something as simple and blunt as a bomb left somewhere, it was usually a guardian of light who had fallen, wherein the irony wasn't in the action, but the person doing it.
Scarab was likely already damned, so Lucifer's machinations would be more subtle. The irony would be the execution instead, in response to having been tricked by the good guys.
And the truest irony in response to a crime by the side of light would be--
Revelation.
"If he's an assassin in this case," he said slowly. "I don't think Scarab means to kill people. Or perhaps he does, but it's not his end goal. He wants Guild to be outed. He wants people to know that Meritorious was a murderer. How he plans to do that is the question, but I imagine a bomb-threat would be great incentive."
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Solomon paused in the midst of moving from the table. It was true that China's library was among the most comprehensive. Surely, she had already gleaned as much information as possible from those books. That didn't mean she had given any of it to him.
The Necromancer would have to find a cleric. But not yet. The offer was tendered; he had nothing to lose but time by accepting it. "I do believe I will," he said mildly. "Thank you." He bowed. "Good day, Ms Sorrows."
With that Solomon Wreath turned and strode toward the door, leaving China's apartment in favour of her library.