Chapter One: A Weird Old Hippie In A Century-Old Robe

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters and they belong to Derek Landy.

Valkyrie Cain fiddled with her fingers as they drove towards the castle in the distance. Her last memory of a castle was when she had to rescue her detective partner, Skulduggery Pleasant, from an evil dude named Nefarian Serpine, who was trying to bring back gods who would end humanity. Long story.

 The sanctuary had only sent with them 10 cleavers. That left the cleavers, a fifteen-year-old girl, and a person known by many as a man crazed by the death of his family, Skulduggery. But this wasn't just any man. This was a man held together by only bones and skeleton, that had saved thousands of lives, hers included.

The van came to a screeching halt as they reached the tip of the land, surrounded by trees and vast hilltops.

 "Scared?" he whispered as the cleavers swept the perimeter to check for any signs of danger. "Don't worry, last time we handled a castle perfectly," as if reading her mind.

"Says the guy I had to save," she grumbled.

" I could've busted myself out if you had given me a few days."

"A few days!?!" the world was going to end if we didn't come for you,"

" I'm glad to know you think of me like that," he said as she rolled her eyes.

A cleaver nodded and motioned for the other cleavers to surround them in a protective circle. They slowly approached the vast, iron doors, and suddenly, something felt wrong. Suddenly, Valkyrie had the extreme urge to run into the castle, hands on her head, and kneel down. She glanced at Skulduggery, and he had straightened up.

He thrust his hands forward and the doors blasted open.

 Together, they sprinted into the room followed by the cleavers, at full speed and knelt down. For a moment, there was an eerie silence as they all shook the feeling off and returned to their senses. But of course, by then it was already too late. Before Valkyrie could even blink, paper-like men filled the room, more than possible to count. A distant figure swept towards the throne at the end of the hall, his robes swaying. He was gripping a staff in his hand and looked older than Santa. He purveyed them, his eyes inspecting them. Grinning, he  said, "Welcome to your doom!"


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⏰ Last updated: Jul 09, 2022 ⏰

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