Vengeous staggered back. He saw Valkyrie, reached for her. There was no strength in his grip.
She pushed him and he fell.
He crawled to the Grotesquery.
'Tell them I'm sorry,' Vengeous whispered. 'I've failed them.'
The Grotesquery moved its hand so that it touched Vengeous's face. It looked almost tender, until the hand gripped and wrenched and the Baron's head snapped to one side. The Grotesquery let go, and the body crumpled.
The Grotesquery struggled to its feet. The last of the moon's brightness slipped into shadow. The Grotesquery stood, and although it looked unsteady, it didn't fall.
Skulduggery tried to rise but couldn't. He snapped his fingers but no spark came.
'Fireball,' he said to Valkyrie. His voice was strained, sounded weak. 'Shoot a fireball into the sky. It's our last chance.'
She frowned, not understanding the request but obeying nonetheless. Her thumb pressed to her index finger and they slid off each other with a click. The friction made a spark, and she caught the spark in the palm of her hand, and then it was a flame. She poured her energy into it, made the flame bigger, dipped her shoulder for the windup, and then threw. The fireball went straight up into the night, burning brightest at its peak, and then faded to nothing. She looked back at Skulduggery.
'That should do it,' he mumbled, and let himself collapse.
'What do I do now?' she asked, but he didn't answer.
She picked up Tanith's sword and looked over at the Grotesquery.
'Hey,' she said. It turned to her and her mouth went dry. Everyone else had fallen. She was on her own.
'I overestimated you,' a voice said, and Valkyrie turned. The Torment approached, stepping over the prone bodies of the Cleavers. 'I overestimated all of you. I thought you'd be able to manage this on your own.'
The fireball. It must have been a signal, calling upon the last piece of backup they had.
Valkyrie briefly wondered what Skulduggery had had to agree to in order to enlist the Torment's services. She was pretty sure it wasn't anything cheerful.
'Leave,' the old man said. 'I don't like being this close to you. Leave me to take care of this creature.'
'I'm not going anywhere,' Valkyrie said, her words scraping from her throat.
'Then stand aside,' he snapped, 'and allow me to clean up your mess.'
'My mess?'
'This monstrosity would not be alive if it wasn't for you, and the blood that is in your veins. Your very existence is a threat to every living thing on this world.'
It was an argument she didn't have the time nor the inclination to win, so Valkyrie backed off. She watched as the inky liquid leaked from the old man's eyes and ears and nose and mouth. She watched his arms and legs turn black and grow long, and the spider legs burst through his already ripped shirt. She watched an eye open in the middle of his forehead, and his torso lift off the ground, and she watched the Torment-spider look down at the Grotesquery with a pitiless gaze.
'Hello, monster,' he said, and vomited blackness.
The blackness hit the Grotesquery, and it stumbled as the blackness grew and became spiders.
The Grotesquery reeled, the spiders all over its body, attacking as one.
The Grotesquery caught one of the spiders in its massive right hand and squeezed, and the spider burst. The Torment-spider scuttled after it, swiping with his front leg, catching the Grotesquery across the back. The Grotesquery hit the ground, bursting the spiders beneath it, and the Torment-spider stabbed downward. The tips of two legs pierced the Grotesquery, pinning it where it lay.
And then it vanished, and the air above the Torment-spider opened up. The Grotesquery dropped onto the Torment-spider's back. The Torment-spider reared up, trying to dislodge his attacker, but the Grotesquery had him in its grip now. Valkyrie saw the stinger dart out, but its point had been severed, and it rebounded uselessly off the Torment-spider's armor plates.
The Torment-spider was cursing, panic turning the curses into shrieks. The Grotesquery's right arm unraveled, the strands wrapping around his throat, pulling him back, making him rear up higher. The Torment-spider stumbled over the bodies of the Cleavers, and the Grotesquery yanked back hard and he tipped over. He landed on his back, his eight legs kicking in the air.
The Grotesquery was slow to get up, but it was getting up nevertheless. The Torment-spider, however, was unable to roll onto his side.
'Help me!' the Torment-spider screeched.
Valkyrie felt the sword in her hand. If she could get to the Grotesquery before it stood, she might have a chance. But her legs wouldn't move.
The Torment was shrinking. His spider legs were retracting into his body, his own arms and legs re-forming, the blackness absorbed through the pores of his skin. Valkyrie watched the race between the Torment, trying to reassert his human guise in order to get up, and the Grotesquery, which was now on one knee and struggling to stand.
The Grotesquery won the race by three seconds. It looked down at the Torment, now a pale and weak old man, helpless at its feet. Its huge right hand reached down, picked the old man up by his long hair, held him off the ground. The Torment moaned in pain.
Valkyrie looked down at her leg and willed it to move. One step. All she needed was to take one step, the first step, and the rest would take care of itself.
Her leg moved. She took the step.
The Grotesquery swung its arm, and Valkyrie heard a tearing noise and the Torment was flung away.
The Grotesquery dropped the piece of scalp in its hand, turning to Valkyrie as she lunged, swinging the sword and cutting into its left arm. It grabbed for her but she ducked under and spun, using the sword the way Tanith had shown her, and the blade found the Grotesquery's side and opened it up.
Valkyrie skipped back, holding the sword in both hands, her eyes on the wound she'd just inflicted. She watched the parted skin try to reform, try to heal, then stop altogether.
The Grotesquery growled.
Its right arm unraveled and came at her. One of the strips wrapped itself around her ankle and yanked her off her feet. She fell, and the other strips darted at her. A talon ripped open her cheek, and she felt her own warm blood splash across her face.
She reached forward and the sword sheared through the strip around her ankle. The Grotesquery recoiled, the strips snapping back, trying to re-form the arm. The middle finger was missing.
Valkyrie jumped up, swinging the sword diagonally across the Grotesquery's chest, lopping off sections of splayed ribcage.
Another swipe took the Grotesquery's left hand. It fell to the ground.
The Grotesquery backed off, flailing at her to keep her away. She waited for her chance, and dived. The sword slid into the damaged rib cage, and the Grotesquery stiffened. Valkyrie gripped the hilt with both hands and angled it downward, toward its heart, and she rammed it in deeper and twisted. The Grotesquery screamed.
The scream hit her like a fist, and darkness poured from the Grotesquery's injuries. It slipped into her, and her legs gave out and she collapsed. She felt the darkness move within her, racking her body with pain. Her spine arched. Images flashed into her head, images of the last time she had felt such agony. Serpine, pointing at her, his green eyes starting to fade, his body turning to dust.
Her muscles started to spasm and she retched and gagged and tried to cry.
And then the darkness left her and she opened her eyes, tears blurring her vision, watching the darkness rise from her, rise into the air and dissipate.
She gulped in a breath.
'Are you okay?' she heard Skulduggery ask from somewhere far in the distance.
She raised her head. The Grotesquery was on the ground, unmoving. Little pieces of darkness still drifted
