Would it be the Gothic girl Wednesday Addams, whose dangerous aura matched his own?
Or the sunny Little Wolf Girl Enid Sinclair, who could offer him some warmth and solace?
She had considered all possibilities, even preparing corresponding "contingency plans."
"Turns out, I was wrong on both counts."
She chuckled softly, shaking her head, and brought the glass to her lips. The icy blue liquid reflected her thoughtful eyes.
He chose neither.
He chose to solve this dilemma in the most absurd, most "Victor Black" way possible.
"However," she whispered to herself, her gaze sweeping over the two Victors making synchronized exaggerated expressions, a clear worry finally surfacing in her eyes,
"I hope this is temporary."
One Victor Black was already enough to blow Nevermore Academy's security budget, threaten her hairline, and fill her afternoon tea times with reports of explosions and cafeteria chocolate shortages.
"One more..."
She didn't finish.
She merely tilted her head back and drained her glass, as if needing the drink to quell the future vision in her mind—one that would give any educator a heart attack.
Two Victor Blacks?
That wouldn't be "stunning the crowd," but "nuking" Nevermore.
Drip.
A sound so faint it was drowned by the music.
A drop of thick, crimson liquid landed precisely on Headmistress Larissa's expensive white velvet gown shoulder, staining a small, glaring blotch.
Her movements froze abruptly. Slowly, she looked down at the scarlet stain. The stem of her wine glass emitted a faint, brittle sound.
In the center of the dance floor, the two Victors, mid-synchronized extravagant dance move, suddenly froze!
Without a moment's hesitation, without even exchanging a glance—
Azem White ripped off his pure white suit jacket, his arm sweeping out—
The soft fabric, like a cloud, gently yet swiftly covered Enid's head and shoulders, enveloping her starry blue gown and startled expression.
Synchronized to the millisecond!
Azem Gray's action was more aggressive; he almost roughly tore at the shoulder of his plaid suit, his arm extending—
His jacket, carrying his body heat and Riot's residual restless aura, draped over Wednesday from head to toe like a banner, shielding her from the outside world.
The next second—
Hiss——!!!!
A piercing spraying sound suddenly tore through the ballroom melody!
The ceiling fire sprinklers jerked to life, no longer spraying water but wildly, indiscriminately spewing thick, glaringly crimson liquid!
Like a downpour of blood!
Instantly, the splendid dance floor turned into a disaster zone!
Screams, curses, and the noise of overturned tables and chairs replaced the music.
Panicked students in their finery scrambled for cover, their expensive gowns and hairstyles stained a In a sorry state scarlet.
"My dress—!"
"What the hell is this?!"
"Blood! Is it blood?!"
Headmistress Larissa stood her ground, the crimson liquid streaming down her hair and cheeks, her expensive gown utterly ruined.
Her well-manicured hands clenched into tight fists, trembling slightly with extreme anger, the air around her chillingly oppressive.
In the darkness under the suit, Wednesday calmly extended a black mesh-gloved hand, catching a few falling drops of red liquid with precision.
She lifted her wrist slightly, her tongue quickly darting out to taste her fingertip.
In her usually impassive dark eyes, a rare flicker of... insulted anger passed.
She pulled the suit jacket from her head, letting the red liquid slide down her pale cheeks, her voice cold enough to freeze the spraying red liquid:
"Red paint."
"These pranking bastards..." her icy tone laced with undisguised contempt.
"Couldn't even bother with decent pig's blood."
Beside her, Enid cautiously pulled the white suit jacket from her head, her once-bright golden hair and starry blue gown now smeared with sticky red.
She looked at the chaotic, screaming crowd, at her ruined dress, her eyes reddening slightly, her voice choked:
"They... how could they... this dance..."
The night she had so eagerly awaited, to dance with the Victor she liked, was ruined.
"They ruined the dance."
A soft yet exceptionally clear voice spoke.
It was Serum.
The pearlescent symbiote was no longer docile but seethed faintly, radiating a cold fury.
"I want to cut something now."
Another hoarse, savage voice immediately followed, the gray-black Riot twisting grotesquely, its spike-like structures suddenly surging!
"Find them."
Serum's voice remained soft, yet carried an unyielding resolve.
"Make them pay."
Riot's voice roared in completion, brimming with destructive desire.
Hum—
Pitch-black, viscous symbiote matter, like boiling tar, erupted violently from both Victors' bodies!
No longer an elegant pearlescent scarf, nor a restless gray crown!
But complete coverage, envelopment, fusion!
Their muscular frames swelled, fanged maws gaped open, massive white eyes locking onto prey, blazing to life amidst the crimson "blood rain"!
Two massive, grotesque, enraged monsters, in the center of the chaotic dance floor, simultaneously threw back their heads and let out deafening, inhuman roars!
"ROAR——!!!" *2
The monsters were unleashed.
Headmistress Larissa looked at the two terrifying black figures, her angry expression momentarily freezing before quickly recovering.
"Those bastards do deserve a profound lesson," she murmured to herself.
Nevermore's motto: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
Even if it's just cheap red paint.
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