Wednesday, with a slight wave of her hand, unraveled the cocoon of darkness that had imprisoned Sabrina. Either way, it would be impossible for her to escape now that Luke and she were here. Besides, she was in no condition to move after the torture Wednesday had inflicted on her.
Luke looked at Sabrina’s state in surprise. Her entire body was covered in severe wounds, as if from tentacles. Even she had peed herself, making her condition all the more pathetic.
“Do you like my work?” Wednesday asked without a trace of emotion, watching Sabrina, who, upon hearing her cold voice, tried to crawl back but could barely drag herself a few inches away.
“You left her in such a pathetic state that even I’m starting to feel sorry for her,” Luke said, glancing at Wednesday with respect and, for some reason, wanting to kiss her but holding back.
The first time Sabrina had tried to kill him, Luke had tortured her, but she still looked at him with hatred and defiance. However, here she trembled just at the sound of Wednesday’s voice. She was completely dominated. There was no trace left of her arrogant and defiant personality.
“If I had my torture tools, the result would have been much better,” Wednesday said, resting her delicate hand on her chin.
“We could leave her with a shred of dignity before she dies,” Luke suggested, crouching down and observing Sabrina, who trembled and could barely move.
“Dignity for one of your mortal enemies? I didn’t think you were so merciful,” Wednesday remarked with a hint of disapproval.
Luke said nothing. Although he enjoyed making his enemies suffer, he wouldn’t continue torturing someone for so long. Sabrina was in a pitiful state, filthy from her fluids, without eyes, and covered in severe wounds that had disfigured her face and skin. What was the point of torturing her further?
He extended his hand toward Sabrina’s head, and she couldn’t do anything to stop him as he began reading her memories.
The place fell silent while Luke navigated through Sabrina’s-or rather, Ingrid Spellman’s- memories.
“What a clever and lucky plan they had,” Luke murmured, surprised by the ingenuity of their enemies’ scheme. It was a well-thought-out and well-executed plan.
“What do you mean?” Wednesday and Edgar asked. Luke finished reading the memories and stood up.
“Her real name is Ingrid Spellman. However, the identity she used last year, Sabrina Jones, does exist. Sabrina is from an orphanage and is now presumed dead, but she is real. Sabrina Jones is her half-sister, born from the same father but a different mother. Her mother was a normie and died,” Luke explained.
That explained why when Luke told the outcast cop about Sabrina Spellman’s identity, he said there was no one by that name in the prominent psychic family. It also explained why the investigations led nowhere. The identity was real, and no one knew that Sabrina Jones was actually Elliot Spellman’s daughter-a very rare case of a psychic in an orphanage.
“That explains a lot. Being part normie, the Spellmans must have hidden everything. Most likely, they killed her normie mother to conceal such a disgrace,” Edgar commented, shaking his head.
On the other hand, since Ingrid and Sabrina were sisters of the same age, they had a strong resemblance, making it easy to switch positions and identities.
“Being unfaithful served him well,” Wednesday said, her eyes gleaming coldly. For some reason, Luke felt a chill run down his spine.
“The real Sabrina Jones, during last year’s Poe Cup, switched places with Ingrid so she could attack Raven Island as the hooded figure. She controlled her sister with her red aura and then killed her, burning her completely to ashes,” Luke explained, frowning as he looked at Sabrina-or rather Ingrid-who trembled under the icy tone of his voice.
The real Sabrina Jones never knew her family until the Spellmans found her identity useful for their plans to kill Luke. Ingrid manipulated her with her red aura, making her fall into her hands and controlling her like a puppet.
Wednesday looked at Ingrid Spellman with an even colder gleam in her eyes. Using your sister as a puppet and then disposing of her like nothing was something she would never do to her little brother.
At that moment, they heard several footsteps and a voice Luke recognized.
“Luke!” Enid exclaimed, arriving with Xavier, Ajax, Yoko, Divina, and even the professors.
Luke turned his head along with Wednesday and noticed the large group that had arrived at the main courtyard. Tyler, Amaranth, and Deacon were also there, restrained and with moderate injuries.
Luke wasn’t surprised to see Enid and her two friends. After killing Atlas and with the significant decrease in zombies, he sensed their presence.
Enid, Xavier, and the others in their group had injuries, not severe, but they needed attention. It seemed like they had been through a tough fight.
‘The zombies were wiped out,’ Luke thought, glancing at the professors, who didn’t appear to be in critical condition. Even Larissa had fought, lacking her usual neat appearance.
He looked at Enid with both concern and relief. It seemed she had won her fight, and all her training had paid off. This put him in a complicated situation, but now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
“Sabrina…?” Ajax asked loudly, noticing the blonde girl behind Luke and Wednesday. His tone was one of disbelief. It took him a moment to recognize her due to her condition, but he couldn’t be mistaken. She had been his girlfriend for months-his first crush.
Sabrina recognized Ajax’s voice and looked toward him with her empty eye sockets. A faint hope of surviving these two psychopaths ignited within her.
“Ajax, help me! They want to kill me!” Sabrina cried out in a pitiful, sorrowful tone. Her words reached Ajax’s ears, sparking something inside him.
“What does this mean, Luke?!” Ajax demanded angrily, starting to walk toward Luke and Wednesday. He didn’t stop to question how Sabrina, his former girlfriend, was alive or what that entailed. That was due to the powers of the girl’s red aura.
When Ajax was about a meter away, Luke raised his right arm, pointing his palm at him. In an instant, a repulsive force pushed Ajax back. Despite his physical strength, he couldn’t resist it and was sent flying back to where he had come from.
Professor Charles caught Ajax as he tried to get up and resume his march, but the professor delivered a sharp blow, knocking him out instantly.
“This is a personal grudge. Stay out of it,” Charles said seriously, looking at Enid and the other students who had escaped from the bus to fight tonight. They would face consequences
later for going against their parents’ orders.
Enid and the others looked at Sabrina, confused. Luke hadn’t told them that she was a Spellman and had faked her death, as he didn’t have proof at the time, and there wasn’t much use in telling them. The only one who knew was Xavier, due to special circumstances that led
Luke to confide in him.
As for the school staff observing the scene, they were already informed about Sabrina Jones. Luke had told Larissa about the identities of the hooded figures, providing the necessary evidence. As a result, the principal briefed her staff on the identities of the attackers. “Enid! Is that you? Help me!” Sabrina cried, realizing that Ajax couldn’t save her or create an opportunity to escape.
Luke frowned, his expression darkening as his eyes locked onto Sabrina-or rather, Ingrid. The pity he had felt earlier for her pathetic state vanished the moment he learned what she
had done to her own sister.
Without saying a word, Luke extended his arm toward her, aiming his palm. Ingrid began to feel an invisible pressure enveloping her body. Suddenly, her left arm twisted at an unnatural angle. Ingrid screamed in agony, but Luke didn’t stop, slowly clenching his hand further.
Her other arm met the same fate. Then came her legs, breaking in multiple places, her bones splintering through the skin. Ingrid’s screams grew louder.
The professors watched this without much emotion on their faces, accustomed to the outcast world. It wasn’t the same for Enid, Yoko, and Divina, who stared in horror at what Luke was doing. As for Wednesday, she observed the scene without flinching, standing close enough that even her shoes were stained with a bit of blood. A nice little keepsake, she thought. Luke started compressing Ingrid’s body. Each scream was weaker than the last until her voice became a strangled whimper of pain. Finally, what was once Sabrina or Ingrid was reduced to a grotesque, bloody mass-a formless circle of flesh. The screams fell silent, leaving only an
eerie stillness in the air.
Luke looked at the circle of flesh, his expression unchanged. Now he had two: Sebastian and Ingrid. The Spellman siblings. The only difference was that Ingrid had met a far more grotesque end, suffering this fate while still alive.
“I thought you’d be merciful,” Wednesday remarked, breaking the silence. Her voice held a twisted note of amusement as if the brutality of the scene was something she could
appreciate.
“You made me change my mind,” Luke said, turning around and noticing everyone’s eyes on
him.
The first gaze he noticed, and the one that affected him the most, was Enid’s. She was staring
at the scene with clear fear in her beautiful blue eyes, her bloodstained hands covering her
mouth.
“Seems like you didn’t need any help. Well done, Luke,” Charles said, approaching Luke and patting him on the shoulder. He was proud to have such a talented student and to be his
teacher.
Charles sighed in relief when he saw that Luke and Wednesday were safe. The teachers had to take care of over five thousand zombies. Their numbers didn’t even reach twenty-five. Less than twenty-five teachers against five thousand zombies or more. They didn’t have time to deal with Atlas and the other hooded figures. The zombies could have destroyed Nevermore completely, but they barely managed to do any damage. The most affected area was the central courtyard, where Wednesday and Luke had fought the hooded figures. “Thank you, professor,” Luke said with a slight smile, pleased by Charles’ praise. He was a great teacher, and it wasn’t bad to be complimented by someone of his status. Charles held an important position within his family. It was good to make connections.
“I guess Atlas was defeated. Incredible,” said a tall, beautiful woman with hair full of snakes. Her name was Alecto, a highly reputable Gorgon professor. As a Gorgon, she knew Atlas, his great reputation and strength. It was hard for her to believe that Luke had not only defeated but killed him.
“Yes, his body isn’t far from here,” Luke nodded.
The other professors approached Luke, looking at the masses of flesh with a certain admiration. Luke, however, was more surprised by how well the teachers seemed to be doing. None of them had any injuries, and some even had only a little dust on their clothes.
“Enough talking. It’s late, and everyone must be tired,” Larissa interrupted. “What will you do with them?” Larissa asked Luke, glancing at Amaranth, Deacon, and Tyler
in their human forms.
“Take them to the outcast police,” Luke replied, and Amaranth, along with the other two, sighed in relief. They didn’t want to end up like Sabrina.
Luke didn’t care about the lives of these three. Their value was better preserved if they were
alive. They could be interrogated by the outcast police, which would only further support the evidence he had gathered.
The night of the Blood Moon had come to an end. The news that would be made public in the following days about the people responsible for the attack would shake outcast society.
The blood moon ended. What did you think of the arc? It’s the first time I’ve made such a long
one :u
I could have shown Enid’s fight against the Hyde and the fight of Xavier, Ajax and the others,
but I would have gone on too long and I could already foresee comments like: “boring”,
“filler” and so on xd
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