Skulduggery – Crow
Anton – Bear
Ghastly – Panda
Dexter – Wolf
Saracen – Weasel
Erskine – Snake
Solomon – Raven
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Chapter 69
Tesseract's POV
Tesseract got back to The Torment's home in the early morning, exhausted and exasperated. The Spider mage was incapable of using a phone and called Tesseract to repeatedly tell him what to do, greatly increasing Tesseracts chances of being recognised or captured as he was constantly coming back to the same place on The Torment's orders. He eased his mind with the knowledge that he hadn't been to Ireland except to visit when he was still in training meaning no one knew his masks. He had time.
He had dumped the idiot American's body before catching a mere four hours sleep. He was incredibly irritated he'd been ordered to save the woman over getting his kill, and not only that but The Torment had immediately told him that was wrong, and then killed the American anyway. It had been a disturbing pleasure to watch, but exasperating also.
The Torment was standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting, grinning madly.
"The Remnants!" He cackled. "The Remnants! Do you know what the Remnant's mean? The Remnant's!"
Tesseract frowned behind his mask. The Remnants were bad news. Bad for business. What use was an assassin if everyone was dead?
"This is our chance, you Russian dunce," The Torment snarled suddenly, disgusting little fangs pultruding from his mouth. "The Remnants have been caught before and can be again, but in the chaos, you will strike. You must kill Ravel this time. You must crush him."
"When?" Tesseract asked blankly.
"As soon as you see the Dead Men have split. Kill as many as you can get your hands on. Those men – the Dead Men destroyed my empire," he said, his face drifting to a distant, far away place. "My perfect, beautiful empire."
"There are women with them," Tesseract stated.
"Women? Wives?"
"I do not know. There is an Englishwoman and a teenage girl. You wish for them to die also?"
"They have joined with the Dead Men," The Torment snarled through his disgusting grin, spraying spit with each word. "They deserve to die."
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Valkyrie's POV
Valkyrie slept in that day, a strange dream swirling in her mind. The light was filtering through her curtains right onto her eyes and she scrunched them without meaning to and the dream scattered away before she could work out what it was about.
Sighing, she threw the covers off her body and got up before she could overthink it and annoy herself. She got dressed quickly and went downstairs, knowing she had a full day of man-hunting ahead of her.
"Hey," she grunted tiredly.
Tanith turned from her place at the sink and gave her a smile. "Hey. You look a bit pale."
"I think you look worse," Valkyrie said, getting the orange juice out the fridge.
"I threw up," Tanith said. "If you hadn't said I would, it never would have happened."
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Skulduggery Pleasant: Raising Cain
Fanfiction(This story is written as a fanfiction, but can be read as a story without having read any of the books.) Valkyrie Cain, the adoptive daughter of the Dead Men, has had a life full of love and magic. But as she gets older, times become scarier and sh...
