"It's okay, Ghastly." Descry smiled without looking over. "It's not like anyone on Earth can hurt me anymore, and this isn't something I can hide from Lucifer. Then again, possibly I've gotten used to everyone knowing and not caring. You'd be amazed at how liberating it is to have everyone know and not care."
"Of course they didn't care," Rover said. "You were in Heaven. Who has anything to hide when you're in Heaven? We're on Earth again now."
Descry shrugged. "I have an angel-made body and I spent the last century playing Go with Ghandi and stealing quills from Metatron. Whom shall I fear?"
"Well, when you put it like that." Dexter rolled over to face him, shaking his head. "Stealing quills from angels? What, you think because you're already in Heaven they won't give you an itty-bitty smiting?"
"Actually, I had cherubs volunteering to help me."
"Of course you did. Just for that, I'm giving up all your secrets."
"Be my guest. I don't need to have secrets anymore. I quite enjoy it."
Dexter sat up, leaning on Saracen's shoulders, and pointed down at Descry. "This man here is a mind-reader. Which is why he was assassinated, actually. Someone figured it out and realised that's why Meritorious was impossible to kill. See, back when Meritorious was the leader of the rebellion, Descry was his 'valet'." Dexter made quote-marks in the air. "Which is just a cover for his being a spy, reading everyone's mind, and telling Meritorious everything about what the bad guys have planned."
"When all the rebellion leaders were hunted down and killed," Corrival said, glancing toward Skulduggery, "Meritorious was the only one who survived. It's why he became the sole leader of the rebellion, and it's because of Descry that he did."
Descry shrugged without dislodging Saracen. "What can I say? I have extra-acute hearing. Comes from being a superhero and all that."
"Just call him Daredevil," Rover added cheerfully.
"No, I'm not blind. Solomon will have to be Daredevil. Let's go with Professor X."
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"Of course they didn't care," Rover said. "You were in Heaven. Who has anything to hide when you're in Heaven? We're on Earth again now."
Descry shrugged. "I have an angel-made body and I spent the last century playing Go with Ghandi and stealing quills from Metatron. Whom shall I fear?"
"Well, when you put it like that." Dexter rolled over to face him, shaking his head. "Stealing quills from angels? What, you think because you're already in Heaven they won't give you an itty-bitty smiting?"
"Actually, I had cherubs volunteering to help me."
"Of course you did. Just for that, I'm giving up all your secrets."
"Be my guest. I don't need to have secrets anymore. I quite enjoy it."
Dexter sat up, leaning on Saracen's shoulders, and pointed down at Descry. "This man here is a mind-reader. Which is why he was assassinated, actually. Someone figured it out and realised that's why Meritorious was impossible to kill. See, back when Meritorious was the leader of the rebellion, Descry was his 'valet'." Dexter made quote-marks in the air. "Which is just a cover for his being a spy, reading everyone's mind, and telling Meritorious everything about what the bad guys have planned."
"When all the rebellion leaders were hunted down and killed," Corrival said, glancing toward Skulduggery, "Meritorious was the only one who survived. It's why he became the sole leader of the rebellion, and it's because of Descry that he did."
Descry shrugged without dislodging Saracen. "What can I say? I have extra-acute hearing. Comes from being a superhero and all that."
"Just call him Daredevil," Rover added cheerfully.
"No, I'm not blind. Solomon will have to be Daredevil. Let's go with Professor X."
"Whatever you say, Professor."