Kenspeckle was going to do a lot more than just have fun yelling at Raphael, but Skulduggery chose not to mention that out loud - even though both Gabe and Raphael would more likely than not have heard the thought already. Or seen it. Or... tasted it? Whatever the metaphysical equivalent was. Skulduggery had been drowning in the deep end of that magic less than twenty four hours ago, and he still had no idea how to describe it.
He was inclined to agree with Kenspeckle on this one, though. Angels. They had absolutely no idea when to stop. Anyone who described pain as 'judicious experimentation' was just bound to have a few screws loose, no matter how much authority over humanity they had - or how logical the point they were making.
They managed to pass the rest of the car trip without anyone else randomly appearing in the back seat, for which Skulduggery couldn't deny being quietly grateful. Angels the current passengers may have been, but they interacted exactly like any pair of brothers Skulduggery had ever met. It would almost have been mundane, if it weren't for some of the conversation topics - or, occasionally, for when Raphael excitedly pointed out a building he and Fletcher had trouble with, like a proud artist showing off his work. Rolling his eyes was a physical activity Skulduggery mastered almost right away back at the beach, and he certainly had cause to practice it before the Bentley finally pulled up in front of the Hibernian.
He wondered, not for the first time, nor for the last, how exactly they would explain this to other Sanctuaries. Other Sanctuaries who would not, could not, be satisfied with a simple 'we don't know.' Skulduggery had too good a reputation for that. He had half a mind to make Raphael explain it, if anyone would take a complete stranger seriously. He even briefly wrestled with the idea of just explaining the truth, but any which way you looked at it, that was a bad idea. China was only one of several stupid sorcerers who would consider themselves able to control an angel, and that was the best-case scenario. There would be chaos. It would spill over into the mortal world.
"We're here." Skulduggery stopped before getting out as he tried to imagine what might happen now if China, or anyone else, tried controlling Gabe's name again. Would they still go up against God, or had Skulduggery taken that position now?
A battle in the metaphysical. The thought sent a shudder down Skulduggery's spine. He barely knew how to communicate in it.
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He was inclined to agree with Kenspeckle on this one, though. Angels. They had absolutely no idea when to stop. Anyone who described pain as 'judicious experimentation' was just bound to have a few screws loose, no matter how much authority over humanity they had - or how logical the point they were making.
They managed to pass the rest of the car trip without anyone else randomly appearing in the back seat, for which Skulduggery couldn't deny being quietly grateful. Angels the current passengers may have been, but they interacted exactly like any pair of brothers Skulduggery had ever met. It would almost have been mundane, if it weren't for some of the conversation topics - or, occasionally, for when Raphael excitedly pointed out a building he and Fletcher had trouble with, like a proud artist showing off his work. Rolling his eyes was a physical activity Skulduggery mastered almost right away back at the beach, and he certainly had cause to practice it before the Bentley finally pulled up in front of the Hibernian.
He wondered, not for the first time, nor for the last, how exactly they would explain this to other Sanctuaries. Other Sanctuaries who would not, could not, be satisfied with a simple 'we don't know.' Skulduggery had too good a reputation for that. He had half a mind to make Raphael explain it, if anyone would take a complete stranger seriously. He even briefly wrestled with the idea of just explaining the truth, but any which way you looked at it, that was a bad idea. China was only one of several stupid sorcerers who would consider themselves able to control an angel, and that was the best-case scenario. There would be chaos. It would spill over into the mortal world.
"We're here." Skulduggery stopped before getting out as he tried to imagine what might happen now if China, or anyone else, tried controlling Gabe's name again. Would they still go up against God, or had Skulduggery taken that position now?
A battle in the metaphysical. The thought sent a shudder down Skulduggery's spine. He barely knew how to communicate in it.