It was a dump of information that had Ghastly reeling. Lucifer. Merlin. Antichrist. Antichrist. Raphael. Michael. More Archangels on their way here to rescue a brother who didn't need rescuing, and they would likely stick around until Gabe was able to leave and until Lucifer had been dealt with, and...
Ghastly liked to think of himself as a simple man. It was one of the reasons he didn't particularly object when Skulduggery showed up on his doorstep and demanded his blind help punching someone for an investigation. Well, that and Ghastly trusted Skul implicitly. But Ghastly didn't have brothers, didn't truly understand the basic unconditional love there, even without the angelic overtones. Of course, he'd basically considered the Dead Men to be brothers of a sort, and he would have done practically anything for any one of them, over and beyond reason. And... Ghastly had completely lost track of where he was going with this.
A more brave man than he might look at Ghastly's current disintegrating thought process and sigh. Ghastly was in half a mind to do that himself. Or a quarter of a mind. Something of a mind, anyway.
That same brave man might also look at the way Ghastly was deliberately avoiding having to think about any of this, and probably give him a whap upside the head. God knew he needed it.
... God knew he needed it.
With one last graceful thought, Ghastly realised that if you were to take certain facts for granted - like Gabe's existence - you would have to assume God was listening in on everything. And with that, the tailor was pretty sure he would never have a coherent thought again.
"Hang on," Skulduggery was saying, his velvet voice like an anchor in the sea of insanity. "How is Merlin your nephew, and a Nephilim, if he wasn't descended from angels? Unless the woman was an angel. Which really opens up a whole new set of questions I don't particularly want to ask."
Valkyrie gaped. "Does that mean I'm related to Merlin?"
Ghastly took that back. Apparently, he was the only sane one right now. Yes, Merlin was all well and good, but what about the three Archangels? Or, more importantly, Satan? Technically four Archangels, Ghastly realised with a frown. No. Damn it, he was doing it again.
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Ghastly liked to think of himself as a simple man. It was one of the reasons he didn't particularly object when Skulduggery showed up on his doorstep and demanded his blind help punching someone for an investigation. Well, that and Ghastly trusted Skul implicitly. But Ghastly didn't have brothers, didn't truly understand the basic unconditional love there, even without the angelic overtones. Of course, he'd basically considered the Dead Men to be brothers of a sort, and he would have done practically anything for any one of them, over and beyond reason. And... Ghastly had completely lost track of where he was going with this.
A more brave man than he might look at Ghastly's current disintegrating thought process and sigh. Ghastly was in half a mind to do that himself. Or a quarter of a mind. Something of a mind, anyway.
That same brave man might also look at the way Ghastly was deliberately avoiding having to think about any of this, and probably give him a whap upside the head. God knew he needed it.
... God knew he needed it.
With one last graceful thought, Ghastly realised that if you were to take certain facts for granted - like Gabe's existence - you would have to assume God was listening in on everything. And with that, the tailor was pretty sure he would never have a coherent thought again.
"Hang on," Skulduggery was saying, his velvet voice like an anchor in the sea of insanity. "How is Merlin your nephew, and a Nephilim, if he wasn't descended from angels? Unless the woman was an angel. Which really opens up a whole new set of questions I don't particularly want to ask."
Valkyrie gaped. "Does that mean I'm related to Merlin?"
Ghastly took that back. Apparently, he was the only sane one right now. Yes, Merlin was all well and good, but what about the three Archangels? Or, more importantly, Satan? Technically four Archangels, Ghastly realised with a frown. No. Damn it, he was doing it again.