Skulduggery was okay with October and Dexter being together, but the thought of them getting married and having kids made him slightly uncomfortable for two reasons. One being that October was his daughter, his baby girl. To him, it was like losing something really important. And it was. If October married and had children, to Skulduggery, it would make her a grown up woman, while she still was a kid to him, his kid. And his second reason being that he was once married, but his beloved was killed. He doesn't want her to marry because he doesn't want her to go through what he went through.
But either way, he'd always be there for her and Dexter and if they had kids, he'd be the best damn grandfather that has ever existed.
He looked at October, she was still bright red from Saracen's comment, as was Dexter. Dexter looked over at Skulduggery and smiled, pulling October closer to him. She went redder.
October could feel her face's temperature rise. She wished that they would stop the teasing. She didn't want the feelings she had towards Dexter to be obvious. But honestly, she knew that it was too late.
Valkyrie returned with a bandage around her neck and she was chewing on one if those leaves. Kenspeckle quickly bandaged everyone up and the boy with the stupid hair teleported Skulduggery away. Minutes later they return, Skulduggery wearing a new suit.
"I really, really liked that other suit." He grumbles.
"I'll make you another one like it. Calm down, Skul." Ghastly replied.
Everyone settled into conversation apart from October. Valkyrie and the boy with the stupid hair were talking and laughing, Tanith and Ghastly were talking normally, hints of a blush would appear, every once in a while. Skulduggery, Ravel, Shudder, Saracen and Dexter were talking about something. October stayed silent.
"... yeah, we need to know what and why Baron Vengeous is after." Ravel said.
"It's obvious that he's after the Grotesquery." Shudder replied.
"Baron Vengeous? I thought he was dead." October said.
"No. Eighty years ago, I arrested him. He's been released." Skulduggery said to his daughter.
"And the Grotesquery? Isn't that the thing he made from different creatures? And the torso of a Faceless One?" She asked.
"Yes. How d'you know?" Dexter asks curiously.
"I may have had a few conversations with Serpine during his time experimenting. I knew he was a psycho, but I never knew it was that bad until the Summer of 1899. Surprised that thousands weren't going after him." She said.
"I've been wondering," Skulduggery starts, "what things has he been doing to you?"
"Injecting things that supposedly would make my magic stronger, carving symbols, preforming various Necromancer things. He was testing out different types of magic on me. He stopped my Surge, so now I'm able to preform any act of magic, while also learning more types." October replied. Saracen 'wowed'.
The loud crash of smashing glass was heard and everyone ran towards it. "Stay." Skulduggery ordered his daughter. She did. She stayed listening to the sounds of fighting. She heard an angry scream and a roar of pain and she shot to her feet, stumbling a little. She staggered slightly on her way to everyone, following the sounds of battle. She rounded a corner and was startled by what she saw. Everyone was on the floor, either unmoving, or groaning in pain while slightly rolling or holding the place they were hurt. There was blood on the floor. Skulduggery's right arm was on the floor next to October, his left leg was laying next to his head. Anger boiled inside of her.
"What the hell?!" She screeched. A beam of red energy shot out from her outstretched hand and the tall, broad man collapsed. "Who the hell are you?!" Baron Vengeous stood to face October. A man clad in black and a man in a suit walked up behind him.
"What are you doing here, Baron? You're done. You have no purpose. Leave here." Another beam hit Vengeous, another the man in black, and the man in the suit sinks into the floor. She looks at where he used to be. A rare form of Adept magic. But not rare enough. October listened to the rumbling and dived away when she knew that he was right under her. She pushed at the air and he went under the concrete again. She kneeled and pressed down. Hard. The ground around her shook and a blinding white light shone from under her palms, she could hear the screams of the man in the suit from under her. He shot up through the ground panting and wincing as he moved. She simply pushed at the air and he collapsed, unconscious. After not using magic for over a hundred years, all of this seemed almost easy.
