Hello! Right, I worked on this for nearly a year before I decided it was time to start posting it, so it should be a good read! I really hope you like it! If you notice anything that needs changing or looking over, in any chapter, don't feel afraid to say! At the same time, if you love something, tell me! I hope you love it! :)
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11:38 pm, his watch said. It was dark. Dark and cold. He didn't like dark or cold. But he did, however, like power, and he knew that the dark and cold tunnel was leading him to exactly that.
"Hey, are you coming or what?" Darron Variance snarled. He didn't like Variance. He didn't like the name or that deep voice or the shaven head. He didn't like the way Variance was so, so strong yet he never had to work for it. Variance was an Adept, having the magic power, such as it was, of great strength, which he liked to demonstrate with his lean, scrawny, unmuscular body.
"Why wouldn't he be? He's standing right next to you, not lagging behind," Abattoir Banal said in his pointed, calm voice, "You only say that when someone is lagging behind." Variance muttered under his breath.
They walked in silence for the next hour or so until they reached a ladder which led out of the sewer. He didn't like the sewer. The open air was warmer, but it was darker out here. You just can't win with this world. But when they had the artefact from the Dublin Arts Museum, he would take its secrets and could control anything in the world. He would be so powerful. Forget the other two. They didn't know anything about him, and that's fine. He would be able to take them down and then the artefact would be all his. Every person in the world that dared to stand against him would fall, begging for mercy all the way down.
They sneaked up to the Museum and he started to look around for any of those troublesome Sanctuary Operatives. They could easily be here by now. That's why the three of them had to come in random ways each time; differently and creatively. The Sanctuary could never guess what was going on in their minds. However he still scrutinised the scene. The agents and Cleavers were easy enough to predict and watch out for, but Detectives Pleasant and Cain were something completely different.
He didn't know that much about them but what he did know he kept to himself. Skulduggery Pleasant was tall and thin. Pleasant wore exquisitely tailored suits, made by Ghastly Bespoke. He didn't like suits. Pleasant was the mentor and partner of Valkyrie Cain. A detective, magician, warrior. Dead. Oh yes, dead. A skeleton. His learnt magical discipline was Elemental and he had a gun. Extremely powerful and strong - magically and physically.
Valkyrie Cain was as violent and vicious as she was smart. She wore black a lot, got in trouble more, and had a sharp mouth. She was an Elemental with Necromancy powers. She was the student and partner of Skulduggery Pleasant. Seventeen years old, and had been training with the best fighters since she was twelve. She may be young but was becoming a feared enemy. She was both powerful and strong in the same ways.
But from the stories he had heard, he knew that they would be very difficult to get off his back if he were noticed. But this time would be different. He knew what the Skeleton Detective was like and he had heard, from Variance, what Cain was like. But together… there were rumours that they're unstoppable. He heard from someone that they referred to Pleasant's car and house as 'ours', because their bond is so tightly knotted, or something similar to that. Their friendship was very strong, nonetheless, so much in fact, that they predicted each other's moves when no one else could. He didn't like either of them.
If push came to shove, then he may not be able to take them on before he got the artefact, but that was why he needed Banal and Variance. Once he got the Secrets, Pleasant and Cain would be first to fall, then his temporary allies as a close second.
Banal went ahead and a moment later gave the signal. He ran after him with Variance on his heels. They jumped the wall one by one, dropping down easily. Running to the safety of the shadows to escape the cameras gaze was tricky, as there was only four seconds between each camera pointing in that particular direction, but they did it. Then he walked silently to the window and pressed his hand to the lock. Moments later, the lock gave way and the window opened.
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