"The blood seems to have undergone corruption!"
Master Thadd's voice cracked like the floorboards in a haunted mansion, and honestly, Victor couldn't decide if it was fear or just his vocal cords protesting the sheer drama of it all. Either way, the guy sounded spooked, which was rare.
Thadd wasn't exactly known for being emotional—unless you counted his passion for chain-smoking and delivering cryptic one-liners like a budget prophet.
Victor tilted his head. This entity that had apparently RSVP'd to Noel's demise was starting to sound like a real headliner. And for some reason, it made Victor oddly excited. Not scared—excited. He wasn't exactly the "cower in fear" type, unless it was tax season.
