If there was any doubt still left in Skulduggery's mind over the path that Valkyrie had inexplicably chosen, Gabe wiped it. The Archangel had talked about Lucifer before, claimed that his brother - or a version of his brother - was responsible for everything happening at Landel's. It had been hard to put stock in the story at the time, but now? For some reason, it was easier to believe that a version of Satan might exist here than it was to believe Archangels and God were watching over them. And judging by the way Gabriel caught Skulduggery's gaze in the mirror, he knew about Valkyrie, and he agreed that it was all levels of wrong.
But Skulduggery wouldn't bring it up now. Everyone in the van probably knew, but this was a conversation he, Valkyrie, and possibly Gabriel needed to have alone. Besides, with the look Tanith and Valkyrie were exchanging, it seemed like the concept of Lucifer existing hadn't even crossed their minds. Not that Skulduggery could blame them, when he was still having a difficult time accepting it himself.
The van had grown uncomfortably quiet by the time the Hibernian cinema came into view, so Skulduggery expertly parked and twisted around in his seat. "Cheer up, everyone. Just think. In a few minutes, you're going to see something very few people ever do."
"And that would be...?" Valkyrie asked, just as eager to get her mind off the subject of fallen angels as she had been a few minutes ago to hear that she was, however far removed, related to them.
"What Professor Grouse does when he doesn't have an iota of experience," Skulduggery answered cheerfully, "and not the first clue how to start. Come on."
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But Skulduggery wouldn't bring it up now. Everyone in the van probably knew, but this was a conversation he, Valkyrie, and possibly Gabriel needed to have alone. Besides, with the look Tanith and Valkyrie were exchanging, it seemed like the concept of Lucifer existing hadn't even crossed their minds. Not that Skulduggery could blame them, when he was still having a difficult time accepting it himself.
The van had grown uncomfortably quiet by the time the Hibernian cinema came into view, so Skulduggery expertly parked and twisted around in his seat. "Cheer up, everyone. Just think. In a few minutes, you're going to see something very few people ever do."
"And that would be...?" Valkyrie asked, just as eager to get her mind off the subject of fallen angels as she had been a few minutes ago to hear that she was, however far removed, related to them.
"What Professor Grouse does when he doesn't have an iota of experience," Skulduggery answered cheerfully, "and not the first clue how to start. Come on."