Corrival wasn't as good a driver as Skulduggery. He wasn't nearly as good a driver as Skulduggery. Right now, however, he came exceedingly close, pressing the boundary of the speed-limit and the car's endurance and suspension if only to give himself something to think about other than the angel who could kill with a thought.
Were they even sure 'Gabriel' hadn't come from the same dimension as the Faceless Ones? he wondered. Were they sure there was no relation? How many absurdly powerful beings could there be out there, completely unrelated?
Ghastly's question was very much what Corrival needed, and the old soldier cracked a rueful and grim smile. "A bar-full, Bespoke. A bar-full."
And he would not mind in the least if it was empty by morning, as long as he helped to empty it.
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Kenspeckle had wound down sometime not too long in the past. He still muttered, occasionally lifting his voice pointedly at Gabriel, but mostly there was a weary sort of expectation while the professor waited for Gabriel's escape plan, whatever it was, to see its way clear.
Gabriel sort-of missed the running commentary, even though he was only half-aware of his surroundings. He had just about finished mapping the castle, now, enough that he was now mentally exploring the inner grounds. At least, he was, before Sanguine returned. Before the darkness of a damned and twisted soul roiled through the corridors, audible as a Scream.
It was only a damned soul. 'Only'. Only, but in the way that damned souls have been twisted by Hell, blessed--or cursed--with powers of their own.
Gabriel shuddered his way back into his physical body, quick enough to hear the resonances of Sanguine's voice in the walls. It still took him a few moments to answer, to open his eyes, to sort through his brewing headache and looked evenly back. "Fancy that," he murmured, still trying to fight off the prickle in his being and feathers that was the Scream. "Think zombies will care about somethin' that has nothin' on it they can eat?"
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Were they even sure 'Gabriel' hadn't come from the same dimension as the Faceless Ones? he wondered. Were they sure there was no relation? How many absurdly powerful beings could there be out there, completely unrelated?
Ghastly's question was very much what Corrival needed, and the old soldier cracked a rueful and grim smile. "A bar-full, Bespoke. A bar-full."
And he would not mind in the least if it was empty by morning, as long as he helped to empty it.
~~~
Kenspeckle had wound down sometime not too long in the past. He still muttered, occasionally lifting his voice pointedly at Gabriel, but mostly there was a weary sort of expectation while the professor waited for Gabriel's escape plan, whatever it was, to see its way clear.
Gabriel sort-of missed the running commentary, even though he was only half-aware of his surroundings. He had just about finished mapping the castle, now, enough that he was now mentally exploring the inner grounds. At least, he was, before Sanguine returned. Before the darkness of a damned and twisted soul roiled through the corridors, audible as a Scream.
It was only a damned soul. 'Only'. Only, but in the way that damned souls have been twisted by Hell, blessed--or cursed--with powers of their own.
Gabriel shuddered his way back into his physical body, quick enough to hear the resonances of Sanguine's voice in the walls. It still took him a few moments to answer, to open his eyes, to sort through his brewing headache and looked evenly back. "Fancy that," he murmured, still trying to fight off the prickle in his being and feathers that was the Scream. "Think zombies will care about somethin' that has nothin' on it they can eat?"