By the end of Gabe's explanation, Skulduggery was doing something he really didn't do very often - he was regretting having asked the question. A simple 'I can feel it' would have sufficed. Although, to be perfectly honest, Skulduggery would have asked for clarification anyway.
Just one look at the expression growing on Valkyrie's face confirmed that Skulduggery was going to regret this moment for the rest of his life.
"Valkyrie," he hazarded when the silence had stretched on a little too long, "you are not descended from angels."
"Valkyrie's descended from angels?" Fletcher asked faintly. If he was going to follow that up with some kind of cliched flirt, Skulduggery would have had to stop the van, but fortunately the Teleporter seemed genuinely stunned enough to keep quiet.
"What does that mean?" Valkyrie asked, excited. "Does that mean I can fly?" She gasped. "Are we related?"
"We come from different universes though, right?" Tanith tried, thankfully looking concerned herself. "The Ancients in your world aren't necessarily the same as ours."
"You are not descended from angels, Valkyrie," Skulduggery repeated more forcefully, making everyone else go quiet. "Gabe says a lot of things, and they're not all entirely accurate, and he doesn't have any experience with our world." While his description did sound very much like it, the fact remained that Skulduggery and Gabe had both confirmed while at Landel's that they came from very different universes. And what was more alarming was what, if Gabriel was somehow telling the truth, all of this would imply. And judging by the sidelong glance Ghastly was giving him, the tailor had thought of it too.
"Gabriel," Ghastly spoke up. "Fallen angels. As in..."
He didn't need to finish. Never mind the existence of God or other Archangels. Part of Skulduggery's reluctance to believe this could be possible was that if it was, he needed to get Valkyrie as far away from Necromancy as was humanly possible.
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Just one look at the expression growing on Valkyrie's face confirmed that Skulduggery was going to regret this moment for the rest of his life.
"Valkyrie," he hazarded when the silence had stretched on a little too long, "you are not descended from angels."
"Valkyrie's descended from angels?" Fletcher asked faintly. If he was going to follow that up with some kind of cliched flirt, Skulduggery would have had to stop the van, but fortunately the Teleporter seemed genuinely stunned enough to keep quiet.
"What does that mean?" Valkyrie asked, excited. "Does that mean I can fly?" She gasped. "Are we related?"
"We come from different universes though, right?" Tanith tried, thankfully looking concerned herself. "The Ancients in your world aren't necessarily the same as ours."
"You are not descended from angels, Valkyrie," Skulduggery repeated more forcefully, making everyone else go quiet. "Gabe says a lot of things, and they're not all entirely accurate, and he doesn't have any experience with our world." While his description did sound very much like it, the fact remained that Skulduggery and Gabe had both confirmed while at Landel's that they came from very different universes. And what was more alarming was what, if Gabriel was somehow telling the truth, all of this would imply. And judging by the sidelong glance Ghastly was giving him, the tailor had thought of it too.
"Gabriel," Ghastly spoke up. "Fallen angels. As in..."
He didn't need to finish. Never mind the existence of God or other Archangels. Part of Skulduggery's reluctance to believe this could be possible was that if it was, he needed to get Valkyrie as far away from Necromancy as was humanly possible.