So this is a Valduggery fanfiction, if you decide to read it please be niceXD I wholeheartedly believe in Valduggery, so all of you Fletcherie lovers can maybe for a few minutes accept Valkyrie and Skulduggery together? I own none of the characters in this story; though I wish I did... Don't forget to read, vote, share and comment! I really appreciate hearing your opinions! ~book_reader263

Skulduggery and Valkyrie has saved the world, fought the most terrifying of villains, been to other dimensions... But they are about to get their most difficult mission yet.... Sorcerers from all sides of the War are rising from the dead, including Skulduggery Pleasant's revenge driven wife and child....

The dark haired girl paced before the familiar face in front of her, her eyes wicked and licked with shadow and her hands gripped tightly to the weapon she held, "Why does a moth fly directly into the flame? Perhaps its captivated by the beauty to be found in such pure recreation?" Her eyes remained locked on those of the ones before her, smile dancing in the flames around, "Or perhaps, it flies so surely into its own death because it believes the flames of rebirth will allow it a second chance at metamorphosis and perhaps that this time... It will appear a butterfly. Perhaps this is the only thing It can force itself to believe, while it burns." She gave a cocky smile, and lifted her gun to the familiar face. "So, Miss Armageddon. Tell me my answer. Why are you not dead?" The girl smiled and brushed a loose strand of hair from her eyes, looking up from the ground and tilting her head and lifting her gun from her side, "Because I am no moth. I am a butterfly." And the shot rang.