This was not the God Skulduggery had read about, or been brought up to believe in centuries ago.
He was fairly certain this wasn't the God any religion pictured praying to.
He was staring outright at Gabe now, trying to sort through the conflicting questions and thoughts and opinions in his head. A more lucid part of Skulduggery briefly wondered if this was how Valkyrie - how anyone non-magical - felt when they first met him; dancing around the idea of magic or God or Archangels existing, and then one day discovering very forcefully and with no room for doubt that the world was so much larger and stranger than any of them had imagined.
God as a gambler made a certain kind of sense, disturbing though the thought was. Likewise, His fishing or feeding the birds were all properly enigmatic activities that at least felt possible. It was when Skulduggery tried to picture Him on a roller coaster with Gabe that his thoughts came to a screeching halt, and refused to work anymore.
Rather than try to reason any of it out, Skulduggery just picked the first question swimming at the top of his mind - the closest to taking something on faith that Skulduggery was capable of getting, especially where religion was concerned. "What does He look like?"
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He was fairly certain this wasn't the God any religion pictured praying to.
He was staring outright at Gabe now, trying to sort through the conflicting questions and thoughts and opinions in his head. A more lucid part of Skulduggery briefly wondered if this was how Valkyrie - how anyone non-magical - felt when they first met him; dancing around the idea of magic or God or Archangels existing, and then one day discovering very forcefully and with no room for doubt that the world was so much larger and stranger than any of them had imagined.
God as a gambler made a certain kind of sense, disturbing though the thought was. Likewise, His fishing or feeding the birds were all properly enigmatic activities that at least felt possible. It was when Skulduggery tried to picture Him on a roller coaster with Gabe that his thoughts came to a screeching halt, and refused to work anymore.
Rather than try to reason any of it out, Skulduggery just picked the first question swimming at the top of his mind - the closest to taking something on faith that Skulduggery was capable of getting, especially where religion was concerned. "What does He look like?"