A little fic on everyone's favourite mass murderer-Darquesse.
Darquesse watched with detached amusement as Fletcher Renn turned to ashes. Another worthless life gone, bringing her ever closer to her goal. Those foul beings that walked this land, corrupting all within their path, would be gone forever. She'd make sure of that.
As Ghastly Bespoke and his shop burnt with insidious black flames, shadows flickering in the harsh night, she smiled, properly for the first time. This shop, however small and insignificant, marked a moment in time that would never been forgotten, a barrier had been breached. If Ghastly Bespoke, one of the Dead Men and Skulduggery Pleasant's henchmen could fall prey to the shadows, then everyone could.
China Sorrows lying broken on her cream carpeted floor, the grand mage eye glazed hung upon a spike for all the world to see, Wreath found with a message written in blood, loyal Tanith Low, ripped apart from the inside out. So many faces, so many lives. She'd saved Skulduggery till last though. He pleaded with her to come back, to see sense. She laughed at his whimpering and ended it for the meagre half-life. Now all the remnants of her old past were gone. She was free.
And those criminals, worshippers of the false Gods, would regret the day they killed her parents. Regret the day they killed her baby sister, Claire. For Valkyrie's memories were Darquesse's memories, they were one and yet the same. And deep inside Darquesse's stone cold heart lay the fallen Valkyrie, always watching, unable to stop her body from committing these acts. But that was if she wanted to. Right now she just couldn't care less.
Have you seen the picture of baby Clare on Derek's blog? I have, it's so cute. Personally I think that Clare, an Irish name anyway, should be the name of Valkyrie's to be baby sis.
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