Here they were, listening to a story most people on Earth would kill to be listening to, helping a being wars had been fought over, and Ghastly could barely pay that any attention. It was ridiculous. Of course Tanith would be smitten by him; they all were. And why shouldn't she be? She was perfectly capable of handling herself.

It was even more ridiculous that Ghastly came even close to seeing an Archangel as a threat, but.. oh, for God's sake. Ghastly almost hoped that unintentional prayer would be heard; maybe then everything would stop. He forced the memory of Gabriel squeezing Tanith's hand from his mind, frustrated and annoyed, but with really no one to blame for it other than himself.

"I wish the stories of our Ancients were as noble," he murmured. That was one thing Ghastly already admired about Gabriel and his brothers - they had immense power, enough to do anything they wanted. But save for a select few, they didn't use it for anything further than helping people. To them, it was merely a means of being everywhere and protecting everyone at once. They didn't see themselves as any better. Hell, they probably didn't even see themselves as divine.

It was probably a little late to hope that Valkyrie would learn a lesson from it, but it was certainly an example all sorcerers should follow.

"If Eden didn't come first," Skulduggery asked, "what did? When did Lucifer come into the picture?"