“That's a bit
worrying.” Harold paused while the others came through. “Still,
there's no-one here so it was probably an accident. Perhaps Gillian
touched just the right wire at just the right time to make the door
open while we were standing in front of it.”
“That's an awful lot
of coincidences.” Dill narrowed his eyes. “Believing in that many
at once and you might as well up an declare yourself a believer in
God.” He chucked until he noticed Jasfoup's stare. “No offence.”
“Only a little
taken.” Jasfoup sniffed. “You're not a believer, then?”
“Should I be?” Dill
glanced at the demon. “I mean, I believe in you. I believe in
Harold and I believe in Vampires and werewolves. And zombies,
naturally. Does that make me believe in an all-knowing deity that
looks down on us and judges us for every transgression against an
arbitrary code of conduct that may or may not be subject to change?
No. Do I think that attractive women, gay men and people who eat
lobster ought to be killed? No.”
“How do you explain
demons, then?”
“I'm a scientist. I
believe that just because I can't explain something it doesn't mean
that there isn't an explanation. God, gods and the supernatural is a
convenient tag for people to abdicate responsibility for their own
actions. Want to commit genocide? God wants us to do it. Want to kill
a bunch of people. This book tells us we should. Want to kill just a
few people because you get your rocks off that way? The devil made me
do it.” He shrugged. “Of course, the names vary according to
which book you read. Who's to say your way is more right than the
followers of Islam?”
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