Ghastly mutely shook his head, but Corrival already knew that. The very fact that he was asking meant Corrival knew Ghastly was here for something much more serious than a tailoring issue. Besides which, none of the suits Ghastly made ever needed 'checking up,' a fact which he'd never needed to advertise because his clients knew how good he was.
He debated how to approach the subject, as he followed Corrival into the house. The problem was that he couldn't really be polite, even if he wanted to. Ghastly could have said 'Sorry to bother you,' but he wasn't sorry. Not really. Corrival would be, and Ghastly was sorry for that; but apologising in advance would do nothing except annoy Corrival further.
There was no good way to handle this, because it shouldn't need to be handled. It shouldn't have happened.
With a deep inhale, Ghastly accepted the proffered whiskey and took a seat. Three seconds later, he changed his mind and stood up. Took a sip. Without God undeniably standing next to him, every single feeling Ghastly had back in the church was flooding through him again in various degrees of intensity.
"Did you believe in the Faceless Ones?" he asked. "Before they physically came through the portal at Aranmore Farm? Most people didn't. I didn't. They posed a threat because of Mevolent, and what he was willing to do to invite them back. Mevolent and every other sorcerer like him. We fought him and Serpine and the Diablerie because they were evil people. We never expected any of their gods to be real." The 'gods' had been massively different than even Jaron Gallow was expecting, but the fact was, they existed.
All of which Corrival knew, of course, and now Ghastly was just trying to avoid the point. He shook himself. "Skulduggery's back. He brought an Archangel with him."
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He debated how to approach the subject, as he followed Corrival into the house. The problem was that he couldn't really be polite, even if he wanted to. Ghastly could have said 'Sorry to bother you,' but he wasn't sorry. Not really. Corrival would be, and Ghastly was sorry for that; but apologising in advance would do nothing except annoy Corrival further.
There was no good way to handle this, because it shouldn't need to be handled. It shouldn't have happened.
With a deep inhale, Ghastly accepted the proffered whiskey and took a seat. Three seconds later, he changed his mind and stood up. Took a sip. Without God undeniably standing next to him, every single feeling Ghastly had back in the church was flooding through him again in various degrees of intensity.
"Did you believe in the Faceless Ones?" he asked. "Before they physically came through the portal at Aranmore Farm? Most people didn't. I didn't. They posed a threat because of Mevolent, and what he was willing to do to invite them back. Mevolent and every other sorcerer like him. We fought him and Serpine and the Diablerie because they were evil people. We never expected any of their gods to be real." The 'gods' had been massively different than even Jaron Gallow was expecting, but the fact was, they existed.
All of which Corrival knew, of course, and now Ghastly was just trying to avoid the point. He shook himself. "Skulduggery's back. He brought an Archangel with him."