Erskine glanced between Corrival and Solomon, torn between obeying that all-too-familiar tone, and agreeing with his fellow Elder. In the end, he decided that if he was ever going to serve as Elder alongside Corrival, he was going to have to get used to making his disagreements known. "Corrival, the last time we dealt with demons in this universe on our own, Bliss died, Gallow escaped, and Skulduggery was trapped in a hell dimension for a year. And that was when we had the Sceptre, and neither of us were actually involved in it. If the angels are willing to help, we really should let them."

Erskine was willing to bet money that it was Gabe's fault Lucifer was even coming here in the first place. That didn't just make it their problem; that made it everyone's problem. God could have had any number of reasons for not talking to His sons directly, and with Skulduggery as the only viable option for the Sanctuary's Prime Detective, Corrival was going to have to get over his anger sooner or later. With Corrival, sooner was always better; his anger festered.

"I already called," Erskine said quietly. "They're on their way. I asked Him why he wasn't at least giving us a time frame, and He said I should take another look at my calendar. It's the best way to tell timeframes, apparently. He said it can be hard to find a good one, but when you do, stick with it."