"Important matters?" Saracen was back to sounding dumbfounded, and a tad offended besides. "Skulduggery isn't an important matter? Dexter, when did you find out? I thought Descry and I were the only ones. I was sure we were the only ones. Descry implied rain of hellfire if any of the rest of you found out. Does Ghastly know?"

"He does," Erskine confirmed for him.

"And... I'm going to try and put this as delicately as I can, but how isn't Skulduggery dead? Or at least... out for the count?"

"That's delicately put?" Erskine scoffed. "There was a broken jaw involved, I think. Something like that. Anyway, Skulduggery's fine. A bit rattled, but who wouldn't be when their past comes back to bite them? Saracen, your new Grand Mage asked you a question."

"And suddenly the abuse of authority starts." Saracen sighed. "I think... honestly, I think something might be wrong with my magic."

Erskine couldn't help it. He grinned. "And what would make you think that?"

"Angels, mainly. The figures in white all the Sensitives keep talking about."

"What about them?"

"Well... angels. Real Bible angels. Everyone's been assuming they're really powerful sorcerers, or these new angel statues you all cooked up, but they're not. They're real. And... oh, to hell with it, something about Skulduggery being in love with one of them?"

Erskine nodded. "Sounds about right."

"And then, of course, another Armageddon right on the heels of the last three." Saracen paused. "Wait, what?"