Valkyrie remembered with a jolt how excited she'd been at the prospect of being distantly related to an Archangel. Was that because of the Necromancy? Because of the idea that she might not be as completely in the dark as she thought? Well, that was silly. Gabriel was an angel, knew exactly where he stood and what he stood for. Valkyrie, at best, was a descendant of fallen angels, apparently - and she wasn't even in the world where those existed. Despite how gentle Gabriel was being - or maybe because of it - she couldn't look him in the eye. Guilt was suddenly overwhelming her, and she couldn't even be sure that was real guilt. Who knew what Archangels were able to do to minds?

"Not a destiny," Skulduggery shook his head. His voice was frighteningly devoid of emotion, and that filled Valkyrie with very real guilt and apprehension. "A scientific inevitability, apparently. A messiah. Really, it's just a very powerful Necromancer. Would Wreath still be at the Temple, Valkyrie?"

She swallowed and nodded. "Probably."

"Then we need to go and have a chat. Gabe, would you like to come along?"