There were so many other ways this could have gone that Gabriel found himself vaguely relieved it was Merlin the others fixated on. He smiled ruefully at Tanith. "Ah, you missed that part last night, did you? Merlin's my nephew. The son of a demon and a woman. He was meant to be an Antichrist, but, well ..." He shrugged. "We interfered. He became a servant of Light instead."
Privately Gabriel felt that if anyone was going to be able to convince Skulduggery of anything, it would be Merlin. No doubt the detective would argue that their circumstances were different; that Merlin's lineage was something over which he had no control. He was both right and wrong. Just like Merlin had been born half-demon, Skulduggery had been born again a necromancer, with rage, and that rebirth was something over which he had no control. The choice not to give in to that rage, on the other hand ...
Merlin would like him. Gabe was sure of it.
"Besides," he added, and this time the smile came more truly as something else occurred--if with a tinge of relief, "who's to say my Master won't be sending us help? Finbar saw Michael as well."
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Privately Gabriel felt that if anyone was going to be able to convince Skulduggery of anything, it would be Merlin. No doubt the detective would argue that their circumstances were different; that Merlin's lineage was something over which he had no control. He was both right and wrong. Just like Merlin had been born half-demon, Skulduggery had been born again a necromancer, with rage, and that rebirth was something over which he had no control. The choice not to give in to that rage, on the other hand ...
Merlin would like him. Gabe was sure of it.
"Besides," he added, and this time the smile came more truly as something else occurred--if with a tinge of relief, "who's to say my Master won't be sending us help? Finbar saw Michael as well."