She flicked her hands a few times, having the blood flick off of the gloves. Sure the rest of her was coated but she needed clean hands.

Especially since she walked over to him, tracing her fingers along his back as she went around him.

“What‘s your objective? Hm, Strange?”

With a sigh she brought her hand down and looked back at Namor. Maybe she needed to get more context of this new world before pulling any stunts.

“Is John Garrett still kicking around S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

Although she sounded collected, her eyes had a slight glint of misery. The love she had for her family and those who looked up to her was twisted for a much more amplified hatred and rage. Susan Storm was lost deep inside this vulgar persona.

“I know all about how she had to suppress how she felt. Being cast aside by Reed cause he would get emotionally and physically distant. She had to become a mother figure not just for you but so many others! It was a never ending ocean of grief.”

Malice’s voice didn’t waiver.

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“You know… Just as fast as you can conjure a spell to subdue me, I could retaliate with my fields.

We don’t need another bloody puddle, do we?”

Her eyes observed everyone in the hall. Seeing as they all mingled and danced amongst one another.

Perhaps it may be a bit difficult to locate any targets with all the masked people.

Her dress features a steel blue hue, accented with dramatic black lace. Voluminous puff sleeves and a sweeping full skirt created a silhouette reminiscent of regal ballgown. A metal eye mask adorned her face, matching in color and lace of the dress.

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“Guess you would still be against the idea. But I’m just doing some quick clean up.”

Seeing that it was her brother, she couldn’t help but grab him by his hand, thrashing him towards the center of the room.

“I see you haven’t caught the memo. I’m not with Reed. That has been long gone.

…

The sweet pushover Sue is no longer taking crap from everyone.”

Either way, Malice was pretty sure nothing she said would change Illyana’s stance. But playing around with her could prove worth something.

All that remained to remember the victim was a S.H.I.E.L.D. passkey held in Malice’s hand.

As many would be fazed by leaving such an awful display, it appeared as if Malice showed no remorse. Her eyes void of life, a cold scowl.

With having achieved her goal she pocketed the passkey.

“Now you’re ringing a bell… That snarky attitude.

…

Illyana Rasputina.”

She couldn’t quite make out her appearance. To get a better look at her face Malice pushed the hair out of the woman’s face.

“Now what are you babbling about?”