Don't encourage the boy, Ghastly wanted to say. It wouldn't be a bad idea for Fletcher to learn some manners, and if not dealing with an Archangel, then when?
Ghastly was only mildly concerned that he had just asked himself such a ridiculous question without a hint of irony.
As far as angels went, Gabriel was really about as far from what the Bible had implied as it was possible to get. Skulduggery had mentioned wings and a halo; that was the sort of ceremony that, strangely enough, might have helped Ghastly. As it was - even though he had no reason to doubt the validity - it was difficult to see Archangel when he looked at an ill and exhausted-looking man wearing shorts. A man who didn't look much older than Fletcher himself.
Still, as Skulduggery pointed out, what other explanation was there for his rescue? Or the Murder Skull, which had, until that morning, been carefully locked away in the Sanctuary? Ghastly had no problem imagining that a being from the metaphysical plane was able to make itself look like anything. He was just lost as to why this particular form of... well, a hobo, as Fletcher had so carelessly put it.
"Only you, Skul," Ghastly managed, shaking his head once again. "Only you would get dragged into the Faceless Ones' dimension, and come back with an Archangel."
When Valkyrie finally spoke, her voice was so small that Ghastly had to do a double-take. This wasn't the upfront and confident girl he'd known for the last year. "You said," she directed at no one in particular, "that I would see things most people never dream of. You... you never said anything about this."
"There's a very good reason for that," Skulduggery answered. "By the time I could tell you, I was slightly indisposed."
Valkyrie had leaped headlong into magic without a second thought, and this was what gave her pause? Well. Better late than never. If anything, Ghastly was glad for this. While they obviously couldn't go revealing this tiny fact to everyone in the magical community, it helped Ghastly to know that he had a leg to stand on when he said that sorcerers were not the end-all, perfect solution to the state of the world. There was something above even magic.
Actually, speaking of revealing... Ghastly looked between Skulduggery and Gabriel, eyes narrowed slightly. "Why are you telling us? How are we able to help?"
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Ghastly was only mildly concerned that he had just asked himself such a ridiculous question without a hint of irony.
As far as angels went, Gabriel was really about as far from what the Bible had implied as it was possible to get. Skulduggery had mentioned wings and a halo; that was the sort of ceremony that, strangely enough, might have helped Ghastly. As it was - even though he had no reason to doubt the validity - it was difficult to see Archangel when he looked at an ill and exhausted-looking man wearing shorts. A man who didn't look much older than Fletcher himself.
Still, as Skulduggery pointed out, what other explanation was there for his rescue? Or the Murder Skull, which had, until that morning, been carefully locked away in the Sanctuary? Ghastly had no problem imagining that a being from the metaphysical plane was able to make itself look like anything. He was just lost as to why this particular form of... well, a hobo, as Fletcher had so carelessly put it.
"Only you, Skul," Ghastly managed, shaking his head once again. "Only you would get dragged into the Faceless Ones' dimension, and come back with an Archangel."
When Valkyrie finally spoke, her voice was so small that Ghastly had to do a double-take. This wasn't the upfront and confident girl he'd known for the last year. "You said," she directed at no one in particular, "that I would see things most people never dream of. You... you never said anything about this."
"There's a very good reason for that," Skulduggery answered. "By the time I could tell you, I was slightly indisposed."
Valkyrie had leaped headlong into magic without a second thought, and this was what gave her pause? Well. Better late than never. If anything, Ghastly was glad for this. While they obviously couldn't go revealing this tiny fact to everyone in the magical community, it helped Ghastly to know that he had a leg to stand on when he said that sorcerers were not the end-all, perfect solution to the state of the world. There was something above even magic.
Actually, speaking of revealing... Ghastly looked between Skulduggery and Gabriel, eyes narrowed slightly. "Why are you telling us? How are we able to help?"