As constantly seemed to be the case with Gabe, Skulduggery found himself instantly regretting the question. Although this time, it was for entirely different reasons than the usual inability to accept whatever the answer was.
Skulduggery was still having a difficult time believing in more than what he'd seen to be fact, and was still having a difficult time thinking in terms of Christianity. Where demons came from hadn't properly occurred to him until just now, although it really should have - especially since Gabe had told him all this before. It was an unforgivable slip on Skulduggery's part.
And once again, the reality of the situation pressed in on him. There was a gap in his identity the others couldn't even begin to cross, a gap they didn't even know existed, but which Gabriel had traversed time and time again back at the Institute within days of knowing him. In an effort to help Skulduggery through it, Gabe had told him about his own almost-Fall, and Skulduggery hadn't even have the decency to put two and two together.
Or maybe he'd just forgotten, over the year. It was hard to think of demons as former angels when you were stuck with a demonic equivalent who wanted nothing more than your constant agony. Equating Gabe with a demon just... didn't stick. But it didn't make the Archangel's experience any less traumatic.
Skulduggery beamed out a silent apology, then dragged himself back to the problem of Lucifer, which everyone else seemed to be avoiding. Not that he could blame them.
"Until Finbar can get more specific," he told them, "there isn't much we can do. Raphael might be in better condition to help, or he might need rest first. Michael might not arrive for a while. Either way, you all deserved a warning."
"How are we supposed to recognise him?" Tanith asked. "I'm assuming he won't walk around dressed like a particularly depressing Necromancer." She hesitated, and something new crept into her tone - something almost like amusement. "Will he have horns and a forked tail?"
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As constantly seemed to be the case with Gabe, Skulduggery found himself instantly regretting the question. Although this time, it was for entirely different reasons than the usual inability to accept whatever the answer was.
Skulduggery was still having a difficult time believing in more than what he'd seen to be fact, and was still having a difficult time thinking in terms of Christianity. Where demons came from hadn't properly occurred to him until just now, although it really should have - especially since Gabe had told him all this before. It was an unforgivable slip on Skulduggery's part.
And once again, the reality of the situation pressed in on him. There was a gap in his identity the others couldn't even begin to cross, a gap they didn't even know existed, but which Gabriel had traversed time and time again back at the Institute within days of knowing him. In an effort to help Skulduggery through it, Gabe had told him about his own almost-Fall, and Skulduggery hadn't even have the decency to put two and two together.
Or maybe he'd just forgotten, over the year. It was hard to think of demons as former angels when you were stuck with a demonic equivalent who wanted nothing more than your constant agony. Equating Gabe with a demon just... didn't stick. But it didn't make the Archangel's experience any less traumatic.
Skulduggery beamed out a silent apology, then dragged himself back to the problem of Lucifer, which everyone else seemed to be avoiding. Not that he could blame them.
"Until Finbar can get more specific," he told them, "there isn't much we can do. Raphael might be in better condition to help, or he might need rest first. Michael might not arrive for a while. Either way, you all deserved a warning."
"How are we supposed to recognise him?" Tanith asked. "I'm assuming he won't walk around dressed like a particularly depressing Necromancer." She hesitated, and something new crept into her tone - something almost like amusement. "Will he have horns and a forked tail?"