The idea of having an all-knowing boss - or Father, as the case may be - whom you didn't even think to question about the end of Creation was not an idea that Skulduggery had ever had cause to seriously consider before. Now that he had, even taking into account the Archangels' nature to obey, it still struck him as so completely ridiculous that the rest of Gabe's answer caught him just as off-guard as most of Gabe's answers in the past few minutes seemed to be developing the habit of doing.
It was amazing, Skulduggery thought, how religion could turn the basic equivalent of a Big Brother into not only a palatable idea, but a preferable one. And Gabriel, of course, made it sound like Earth itself was a paradise.
"You didn't," Skulduggery assured him. "Don't worry. This is all just... difficult to swallow." What was even more difficult to swallow was that in all their time at Landel's, Skulduggery hadn't once asked about God beyond His mere existence - or at least, hadn't taken the answers anywhere near as seriously without direct proof of Gabe's divinity. Honestly, he'd really brought this upon himself.
A noise at the back of the church made Skulduggery turn, but no one was there. "Which reminds me," he spoke up, voice completely back to its normal even tone. "Those friends of mine. They'll be a tad curious about how I came back, and one of them can be annoyingly persistent. How much do you want them to know?" Gabe had been mostly reluctant to reveal much while at Landel's, at least at first; and while keeping the general public in the dark made practical sense, especially given many sorcerers' inclination towards excitement, it would be a lot easier to explain the holy water if Skulduggery could tell them the truth. That, and why a man with no visible injuries could barely walk.
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It was amazing, Skulduggery thought, how religion could turn the basic equivalent of a Big Brother into not only a palatable idea, but a preferable one. And Gabriel, of course, made it sound like Earth itself was a paradise.
"You didn't," Skulduggery assured him. "Don't worry. This is all just... difficult to swallow." What was even more difficult to swallow was that in all their time at Landel's, Skulduggery hadn't once asked about God beyond His mere existence - or at least, hadn't taken the answers anywhere near as seriously without direct proof of Gabe's divinity. Honestly, he'd really brought this upon himself.
A noise at the back of the church made Skulduggery turn, but no one was there. "Which reminds me," he spoke up, voice completely back to its normal even tone. "Those friends of mine. They'll be a tad curious about how I came back, and one of them can be annoyingly persistent. How much do you want them to know?" Gabe had been mostly reluctant to reveal much while at Landel's, at least at first; and while keeping the general public in the dark made practical sense, especially given many sorcerers' inclination towards excitement, it would be a lot easier to explain the holy water if Skulduggery could tell them the truth. That, and why a man with no visible injuries could barely walk.