Okay, this was written because I couldn't sleep and earlier DeadGirl19 PM'd me about not writing anything new was SP! Thankzes you for yelling at me! Sort if inspired by the song 'Demons' by Imagine Dragons, enjoy!
Ooohh! Also, if people actually like this I can elaborate about it instead of this being a one shot. I'll put a spoiler of going into the relationship more at the end of this. Actually, I'll just do it.
Disclaimer: I apparently own nothing. It was a very depressing thing to find out, but I suppose it must be true as there would be more Sexter if I wrote the SP books... The Golden God owns the characters! I just play with them... Dance my puppets =_=
The Sanctuaries had finally come together. The cause: the end of the world. The apocalypse.
Valkyrie Cain had been fighting with another terrible villain and had suffered grievous wounds. So bad, in fact, that she was dying. Valkyrie had fought so hard, but in her last second Darquesse had broken through and taken control. Immediately healing herself, the girl had surveyed the room which she had nearly died in.
The Skeleton Detective was not there. Darquesse had felt annoyed at this, but only the tiniest amount of remorse was felt- he left to kill her near-murderers. That pleased her, though she was benefit of the joy of killing them.
She left leaving no trace and went to a remote country to experiment on humans.
She discovered how she could unbind every single one of their particles and then knit them back together before a mage finally came to visit. She killed him.
She found out how to make any object into another- even if the object used to be a living thing- before the next sorcerer came. This one was supposed to see her. That intrigued Darquesse, but the sorcerer was dead before Darquesse discovered why she came.
By the time the third sorcerer came Darquesse was getting bored. She had done every scientific experiment she could think of that included atoms and seeing how the body worked, and she was working out how she could find a new servant to wait on her every need before taking over the world. Poor mortals, not being able to rule themselves properly.
She also wanted the challenge- however brief- it allowed.
The third sorcerer changed her perspective on her taking over the world because he was genuinely surprised to see her and managed to choke out two words before she killed him: But- Lord
Vile.
Darquesse was interested- what about Lord Vile? And why hadn't anyone noticed her killing of the entire towns population?
The almost-goddess left to find out why they were ignoring her.
She discovered the reason when she found her fourth mage. This one she found for interrogating, and to use.
He proved very useful.
Darquesse had just got out of her remote country when she uncovered the cowering mage. When he saw her he didn't register that he needed to grovel in fear, he only realised that after she took him and tortured him.
Forcing her mind into his was an unpleasant task because of all the sickly fear Darquesse got before she reached the part she needed, but she'd had a lot of practise in the months that she'd been experimenting.
Blinking at the man she tore through his thoughts as she spoke out loud in an efficient way of bringing what she needs to the front of his mind and knowing if he spoke the truth or not.
The man was a blabbering idiot, though.
Darquesse was pleasured when she finally got to kill him.
But what she discovered made his death swift.
"Valkyrie Cain died, though we never found her body. We guess that he took her after he killed them- Pleasant that is. Skulduggery Pleasant!"
"And why is that causing you to cower?" Darquesse sneered at him in disgust.
"Because they needed each other! When she died- needed! She gave him purpose! That's what they all said! But then she died and-"
"Get to the point" Darquesse slapped the hysteric man. She didn't know him, and from what he was saying he only knew this because he'd been told. Skulduggery and her were famous, she smiled softly at that before snapping harshly at the man again, ashamed at the moment of weakness.
He gulped in fear, "well, we never knew! And he was, he was... He was Lord Vile!" His voice dipped into a scared whisper. "And he went into him! He killed, and he killed the grand mages for sending them off into that mission, and he killed any who could have influenced their decision, and then he killed the ones who could have influenced them, and then-"
Darquesse made his brains explode because he, quite simply, got annoying, and he'd outlived his usefulness.
Lord Vile... Skulduggery had changed into Lord Vile because he was so incensed at her 'death'. He apparently didn't know she was alive. No one did. Her eyes narrowed- did they really expect her to let Valkyrie die that easily? Stupid of them.
And she now wanted to find Lord Vile. And yet she could not. She needed to let him come to her or she could be seen as desperate. No one wanted that.
Darquesse had gone to Brooklyn. Nice city, a bit on the optimistic side, though, so she'd taken a few people and used them in her experiments. Which no longer seemed so boring now she was waiting for her partner.
Alerts were made, and mages from the Sanctuary quickly came to try and sort out the 'problem', but they couldn't.
She expanded her hand, palm stretching out and fingers straightening. The air around it rippled as the strain showed in it. The tension ground out through the air molecules and hardened into razor blades just in time to slice through her next victim. He screamed in agony before she fitted the atoms back into his body. Relief was evident in his eyes in the milliseconds before she jerked her hands apart and ripped him in half. Forming the two halves of his body into a matching couch/chair set, Darquesse felt the presence enter the room.
She lifted the blood off the clean white slate ground and dripped it through the drain made for that purpose before straightening and waiting for him to announce himself.
Shadow-walking to a few metres in front of her, Lord Vile also stood completely still.
She stared at him; he stared at her. Eventually, Darquesse's commanding voice broke through the silence.
"Well, it has been a long time. I heard that you went all sociopathic when you were Skulduggery, and then killed everyone as you when Valkyrie seemed to die."
He stared at her.
"And I think that's really quite rude. I'm obviously not dead, and thinking I was was ignorant of you. Only an idiot would allow them self to die. Am I an idiot?"
He wouldn't talk,and it was getting on her nerves. She kept talking to hide the awkwardness of his unsociability.
"You know, I thought it would take you longer to come. I didn't expect you until you had taken over the world. At least this way I can kill more than the population of two cities, it would be controlling of you to not let me have my fun. And I've been experimenting with atoms, as you saw. I think that if I went to school I may have become a scientist. Hmm?"
The suited piece of ignorance simply stared at her. Maybe he wasn't as intelligent in this form.
"You know, last time we were both like this we tried to kill each other. Right now I might kill you because you're irritating me. You are refusing to speak. I like your voice. It's nice, velvety. It comforted Valkyrie when she had nightmares."
He stared at her.
She got bored of having the conversation and walked off.
He followed her.
She looked at him.
"I'm getting bored of this dialogue. Excuse me."
She walked away again.
He followed her again.
Turning around, exasperated, Darquesse was caught by surprise at how close he was. She backed up into a wall as he stalked closer to her. Tilting her chin up as he closeted her in, Darquesse refused to speak. The armour of Lord Vile was made of shadows and was renowned for making him unstoppable, and yet she felt it wrap around her, drawing her in.
She glared at him out of half-shut eyes as he leant over her.
They stayed like this until Darquesse got bored and finally spoke. "So, can you speak or not? I'm getting quite bored and being stuck here is not improving my mood. Valkyrie and Skulduggery were the Dynamic Duo, we could be as well. Just get off me." She felt only annoyance, there was a fire outside and she wanted to see how the flames ravaged peoples skins. Then she could replicate the effect. But the stupid buffoon was blocking her in and stopping her going.
He somehow moved closer.
Darquesse get her breath catch at the proximity and finally felt what she needed to do.
Sparking a fireball in her hand, Darquesse carefully wrapped it around the armoured neck. Letting the flames be engulfed by the shadows and burn within them, she made her own shadows flow over her like a dress and piled them under her feet so she rose the few inches to match his height.
Placing her other hand on Lord File's chest, Darquesse was conscious of how easily they could kill each other, and she knew it was mutual. And yet they weren't even suggesting that. She let herself be pressed against the cold brick as the two melded, their shadows kissing, merging, forming into one united, unstoppable front.
Trailing her fingers over the black armour, Darquesse felt hyper awareness as her partner replicated it on her bare skin. She shivered before standing abruptly and dressing herself in her black clothes. Though she didn't need them, the comfort they brought was not easily made as it came through years of wearing the same, or nearly the same, clothes and how they enveloped her figure.
"Work." She reminded him before pushing off and diving put into the chilled air. A moment later he came out beside her and they flew off to- finally- break all of the rules and take over the world- an empress and her emperor.
They tortured, slaughtered and murdered so many, and yet neither felt the least but of guilt or remorse. They killed so many, and yet grew bored with the first world they inhabited. They left Earth to take over other planets in their galaxy and many others. They found 'aliens' and showed them the same treatment. They went back to Earth and found they had kept their control.
They were so bored. Darquesse found how to make a portal through to another world- another dimension- and opened one. They left into the world of the Faceless Ones to finally have a challenge. Before the portal finally closed, the people heard a chilling scream and Darquesse's maniac laugh.
They knew that one day they would come back, but they knew that they had thwarted them for millenniums.
Darquesse and Lord Vile continued their partnership, love, loathing and power thrown into one relationship, but it worked. They conquered side by side, and finally found ones that could test their combined forces. They discovered that even the Faceless Ones themselves were no match for them.
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