Michael had in fact been thinking more of Zagreus, their local Greek god of blood. Admittedly Zagreus seems to be full pagan god rather than demigod, but it's the same pantheon, isn't it? He had mentioned gaining cousins here. He must have meant people like Will.
"No, I don't suppose they do." Not just because Solvunn has summoned so many atheists to their heavily religious commune, but because there seems to be no consistency in who they pull here. The partially divine, hulking sharkmen, perfectly ordinary humans. It strikes him as random and unplanned.
"Demigods? A few. I can't speak to the internal affairs of pagan gods, but I'm certain they are at least aware of one another."
How else would they know to keep to the boundaries of their own territory? They're jealous and possessive, as much over space as over their followers. Being gods of different aspects of life would only go so far to keep them apart.
Will's rambling about gathering laundry and doing dishes has Michael's brows drawing lower in confusion. Does he expect to be sent on some kind of quest? Is that what archangels do where he's from? Quests are Eddie's area of interest, not his, and without his godly abilities the man seems much more interested in acting them out with dice and paper.
He could probably make Will fit into the space occupied by a potted plant if suitably motivated, but turning him into a plant proper is outside the realm of his abilities—at least within Abraxas. Perhaps he could still pull it off within the Horizon? That sort of trick was always more in line with Gabriel's way of thinking anyway.
"My brothers and I are capable of our own healing, and I believe there's already a courier service between territories. I have no intention of asking you for anything. You're the one who showed up in my domain, I didn't seek you out. Is that the purpose of a demigod—running errands?"
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"No, I don't suppose they do." Not just because Solvunn has summoned so many atheists to their heavily religious commune, but because there seems to be no consistency in who they pull here. The partially divine, hulking sharkmen, perfectly ordinary humans. It strikes him as random and unplanned.
"Demigods? A few. I can't speak to the internal affairs of pagan gods, but I'm certain they are at least aware of one another."
How else would they know to keep to the boundaries of their own territory? They're jealous and possessive, as much over space as over their followers. Being gods of different aspects of life would only go so far to keep them apart.
Will's rambling about gathering laundry and doing dishes has Michael's brows drawing lower in confusion. Does he expect to be sent on some kind of quest? Is that what archangels do where he's from? Quests are Eddie's area of interest, not his, and without his godly abilities the man seems much more interested in acting them out with dice and paper.
He could probably make Will fit into the space occupied by a potted plant if suitably motivated, but turning him into a plant proper is outside the realm of his abilities—at least within Abraxas. Perhaps he could still pull it off within the Horizon? That sort of trick was always more in line with Gabriel's way of thinking anyway.
"My brothers and I are capable of our own healing, and I believe there's already a courier service between territories. I have no intention of asking you for anything. You're the one who showed up in my domain, I didn't seek you out. Is that the purpose of a demigod—running errands?"