Skulduggery Pleasant: Books 7 - 9. Derek Landy
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we?”
“Are you?” Skulduggery asked.
“What else would I be?”
“Some people would say you’re a god.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m not human also,” Argeddion said, laughing slightly.
Lament’s sorcerers were stirring. One by one, they rose up into the air, turning slowly. Their eyes were closed.
“I’m afraid I must ask you to leave,” Argeddion said. “My friends will escort you back beyond the force field. For your own sakes, please don’t try to break through it.”
The sorcerers started to drift towards them, herding Skulduggery and Valkyrie to the door.
“Talk to us,” Skulduggery said. “Convince us that what you’re doing is right. Give us the chance to explain why it’s a mistake. You’ve been gone for thirty years, for God’s sake. You don’t even know what the world is like any more.”
“And this is where I change that,” Argeddion said.
And then the emptiness swallowed him and he was gone. Vanished.
“He learns,” Skulduggery said. “He may not have been conscious when Fletcher teleported us from the mountain, but he was aware.”
“That’s all it takes? He just has to experience something once and he can do it himself?”
“He knows his true name,” said Skulduggery. “He can do anything.”
Lament’s sorcerers kept coming, pushing an invisible barrier before them, forcing Skulduggery and Valkyrie out of the room. Valkyrie tried pushing back but there was no strength behind it. She felt drained, like losing Darquesse had robbed her of her determination.
“Lenka,” Valkyrie said. “It’s me. It’s Valkyrie.”
Lenka smiled. It was disconcerting, seeing her smile with her eyes closed. “I know that, silly.”
“How much of you is in there?”
“All of me is,” she said. “I haven’t gone anywhere.”
“But Argeddion’s controlling you.”
Lenka shook her head. “That’s not how it is at all.”
“Then why are you doing this?”
Lament drifted closer. They were being forced back up the corridor, to the energy wall. “Because Argeddion deserves to be free,” he said. “He never hurt anyone. He never wanted to hurt anyone. We took it upon ourselves to imprison him without him ever giving us a reason to do so.”
Skulduggery tried pressing back against their energy, but it was no use. “So you feel bad, and now you’re making up for it?”
“Yes.”
“Then why are you all hovering on tiptoe and going around with your eyes closed?” Valkyrie asked.
Lenka laughed. “What are you talking about? Our eyes aren’t closed.”
“Yes, they are, Lenka. I’m looking at you right now and your eyes are closed. Can you see me?”
“Of course I can see you. There’s nothing wrong with us, Valkyrie. We’re just trying to do the right thing. I’m not like Tanith. I don’t have some evil parasite nesting inside me. I’m still me.”
Valkyrie frowned. “How do you know about Tanith?”
“Argeddion speaks to us. He opens his thoughts, lets us see what he sees. When he read your mind, we saw it all. We know about your guilt, and your fears, and your loves...” Her voice dipped. “And we know about your secret. We know it’s been awful for you, living with the knowledge that you’re going to kill your own parents. But that doesn’t have to happen any more, Valkyrie. Argeddion has helped you. He’s imprisoned Darquesse inside you. He’s changed the future.”
“He’s going to destroy the world,” Skulduggery said.
“Please,” said Lament, “have a little faith.”
When they reached the force field, it dimmed for a moment and they stumbled through, falling against the sorcerers collected beyond it. Lament and the others stayed on the inside, eyes closed and hovering off the ground.
Ravel pushed his way to the front, and looked at them. “Let me guess,” he said, sighing. “You’ve got fantastic news.”
Not that she wanted the fight to take place. Of course she didn’t. But if it did happen, she wanted to be as strong as she could be. She wanted to beat anyone who stood against her. She wanted to crush them. There was nothing wrong with that. Nothing wrong with wanting to survive. To win. To feel that power coursing through her.
She missed that power. She’d grown used to having it there, ready for when she needed it. She missed the voice in her head. No matter how much she ignored it, how much she fought against it, its presence had been reassuring. Facing down a werewolf? Three thugs kicking her half to death? None of that had bothered her because she knew, she knew, that all she had to do was give in for just one glorious moment, and she could feel that power again.
She didn’t tell Skulduggery that. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he’d understand – it was that he’d understand all too well. And Valkyrie didn’t want that.
But he was busy elsewhere in the Sanctuary. The force field had bisected some of the detention cells, short-circuiting the binding sigils that kept the prisoners’ powers down. Eight of them had escaped, including Silas Nadir. Skulduggery was not happy about that one, but he had more pressing concerns.
Valkyrie saw Tipstaff and followed him because she had nothing better to do. He led her into a room with a large table, at which sat the Elders with Strom and Sult. Tipstaff gave them all a cup of tea and a biscuit. No one spoke.
“Why is Argeddion’s plan such a bad idea?” she asked, breaking the silence. They looked at her blankly. “I mean, I know it’d be different, and the world would change in huge ways, but who are we to say that it wouldn’t change for the better?”
Quintin Strom stirred his tea. “If everyone in the world was suddenly capable of using magic,” he said, “there’d be a frantic scramble for dominance. We’d be looking at a new world order, and humanity would be decimated as each nation struggled to assert itself at the top.”
“Millions would die,” said Ravel. “Billions. There’s a reason Sanctuaries exist. We regulate our people. Keep them in line. Many sorcerers have the potential to be weapons of mass destruction. And in a world as fragmented as this one, with as many religious and political beliefs as it does? A small group of extremists could bring about our end.”
“So just explain all that to Argeddion,” Valkyrie said.
“The man’s been living in a bubble for the past thirty years,” said Ghastly, “and before that he was living in a different sort of bubble, where no one wants to hurt anyone else. He’d never be able to understand the mindset of violent people.”
“What,” said Valkyrie, “you