Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 181 – The last laugh- Part1
He couldn’t spot any new kill until he looked to his side where three bodies laid. Two days old? Damien figured it
out by merely looking at it. Some that looked older than three weeks of decomposing bodies. Which meant the
village had been attacked long before he had even passed through this place. How did no one have a suspicion?
A magistrate would often have to report and attend the council meetings so that the council could ensure that
everything was going well. Yet, no one had doubted.
The bodies didn’t give out a bad stench earlier but with him stepping inside the room he could feel the pungent
smell coming strong. Penny who stood behind him had her hands covered on her mouth and face.
“How kind of you. As you are so sweet to us, we will be sure to make your death quick without much torture,” said the first witch who had spoken to him.
“That’s very thoughtful of you. Though I cannot keep my word on how would do the same with you both,” he saw
the black witch smile.
“Don’t look so c.o.c.ky, Mr….” the black witch drawled. Pulling out a sharp knife that looked like a sickle, she
placed it above the fire so that it could catch some heat to it, “We have a pureblooded vampire here with us.
Dead of course,” she said which made him narrow his eyes, wondering who that could be.
The other witch who had been quiet until now spoke up, “They are all arrogant which makes it that much easy to
target and kill. Let him be, sister,” said the brunette black witch who appeared sweet and kind by appearance.
This was why appearance was deceiving and couldn’t be trusted. The person who looked like a lamb was the one who was wolf but he couldn’t tell anything about himself.
“Arrogant?” asked Damien, “You must have not met me. I am Damien Quinn,” the red-haired woman’s smile fell
down slightly. Catching on to her expression, he said, “It seems that I am very very popular with your sisters. I feel very privileged,” he bowed his head.
“You are the man who had Bathsheba working errands for you,” the red-haired witch said which had the other witch’s eyes glare down at him.
“I guess we won’t be nice either,” said the brunette.
“No, Gretchen. He killed our sisters. It is only right we offer the same service to him and his girl,” her words hadn’t
even completed when sharp objects were thrown at him. Dragging Penny behind him, he the side of his gun to
deflect the ones that were too close, “The damn pureblooded vampires. How unfair that you get to use powers that we seek.”
“I can offer to bite you but I don’t think you would be willing to pick up the truce. Also, I don’t touch low lives like
yourself,” he said triggering the witch named Gretchen who started to attack him where Penny cowered over
before being pulled by the other witch. Penny had taken cover with the chair that was lying behind to push the
witch away from her while Damien was busy getting the witch off him.
With one swift motion, he took hold of the witch by her neck first. Slamming her against the wall before placing
both his hands over her upper and lower mouth, pulling it apart, he tore the witch’s mouth leaving her disfigured and dead.
Seeing this the red-haired witch stopped playing along with Penny and went at Damien. Her knives on both
hands trying to cut him where she didn’t stop even for a single second as Damien continued to dodge her
attacks. He moved back, his footsteps quick until he suddenly vanished in thin air to appear behind her. Taking
her with one hand, he threw her right across the wall with force for the witch to fall down but get up while wincing in pain.
“You are strong,” she commented.
Damien nodded his head, “I know.”
“Narsccist vampire,” she said for one side of his lips to pull up.
“I know that too,” he said and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of her with the gun pointing at her forehead,
“What are you witches doing camping up here with the pile of dead bodies? Playing Halloween?” he asked her, pulling the knob at the top of the gun.
The black witch looked fearless as if not caring that he had placed the gun on her forehead, “Why do you want to know? You will be dead before you even leave this place.”
“Isn’t someone confident?” he asked to have her smiling.
“I could ask you the same. I truly pity you,” she tched as if sad but not really when he felt a sudden jab from
behind him. A needle that came out of his back. The witch pushed his hand away to quickly jump out and maintain the distance.
Penny had a long tube in her hand which at the end had a needle. She looked at Damien as he turned around to look at her as she stood still.
“How sad. To be killed by the one you think was your companion. Or was she your lover?” asked the black witch
laughing at the end of her sentence, “The last pureblooded vampire didn’t behave well, therefore, we had to
discard him but I am sure you will do the deed we have all been wanting to witness.”
“You’re trying to corrupt my heart,” he said making the witch smile. Penny came to stand next to the witch, a
small smile coming upon her face. Looking at Damien’s shocked expression both the black witch as well as Penny couldn’t help but laugh.
“Pureblooded vampires are truly easy to trick,” said Penny, looking down at the tub she had used to inject the
potion into him. The potion was made of spitgrass which helped in triggering a corruption within a vampire.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 182 – The last laugh- part 2
Damien stared at Penny, his eyebrows slightly furrowed as if trying to catch what was going on. Penny stared
back at him, her green eyes looking at him unblinkingly for what she did to him. She offered him a smile.
“Mr. Quinn. I don’t think any of us knew you would be so easy. To not take notice of what was going on. Is it
because of my lovely face?” asked Penny, “Are you wondering what happened? Where you went wrong?” she
asked, both her hands going back to hold behind her back.
The black witch let out a heartily laugh, one that was womanly which didn’t sync with who she really was. Her red
hair which was frizzled and open, she pushed Damien’s shoulder with her hand making him stagger. Seeing his
face contoured in pain, she smiled.
“Penny,” he uttered her names but Penny didn’t take a step forward towards him. She stood still holding the tube with the needle that she had used on him.
“Really, Bellium. I am going to keep this one with him. Beautiful isn’t it. I hope you die quickly,” said Penny and he
continued to look shocked as if not expecting that the girl would speak to him like this, “It is truly a pity for you
to think I was on your side,” she said before walking away and towards the table where the lantern burned
brightly to fill up the light in the entire room.
“Why?” he asked her, searching for an answer. Penny turned around, her expression from being sweet had turned one to be of hate.
“Why don’t you try to find out the answer to it yourself,” one of her eyebrow raised and fell before she went back
to working on something like Damien didn’t matter anymore, “I lured you so that we could make use of you.
What an opportune day it is today.”
“And I couldn’t agree more,” the red hair black witch responded. Damien’s knees suddenly gave out as if
suddenly they had lost energy. His knees and hands on the dusty ground which hadn’t been in a long while,
“Damien Quinn, I must say you are blind in love and look what it has done to you now. To trust someone blindly,”
she clicked her teeth, her snake-like tongue slithered out as she spoke, “You will soon turn to darkness with nowhere else to go.”
Damien looked at Penny who didn’t bother to look at him. His eyes continuing to look at her before he started to cough.
“What are you trying to do here?” asked Damien, coughing, his red eyes had started to fluctuate between black and red color. The witch and Penny looked pleased with his current condition.
“Curious even when near to death?” asked the black witch. Walking around the room, she pulled the broomstick
that was placed in the corner of the room, “What are you going to do learning about it? You are as good as dead.
The corruption of your heart started to begin and it won’t stop until it has engulfed you completely in it.”
Damien who was in all his fours on the ground, coughing up until he spat the blood out on the floor looked up
to look at the witch, “Take it to be the last wish of a dying man then,” he said with bloody lips. He could feel his chest starting to contract as if it were trying to squeeze the heart and core inside it.
The witch came around to squat in front of him, “Councilmen and the others are foolish if they think that we will be setting up our marks only in certain places-”
“Bellium,” warned Penny as if to not give any more details to Damien.
“Don’t worry. Letting a dead man know a secret won’t do any harm to any of us. It is the law of nature that once
dead the secret dies within themselves with not a whisper heard by the living,” the red witch then continued to
say, “We need to pull out the source of energy to resurrect the power which was previously sealed by the white
witches. It was the power for the black witches that we have to walk crippled in these lands with no help being
provided to us. For years we have stayed hidden but no more. We shall take what is ours,” Damien listened to what she had to say.
“By the mass murders?”
The black witch nodded her head, “That’s right. We have tried with slaughtering people. Vampires, humans but
nothing has come close to what we have been trying to achieve. So I decided to take a lead and see if we can
gather the power by making use of the dead people instead of the living.”
“Any luck there?” asked Damien, coughing more blood on the ground.
“We are working on it. With you here now, we will have more dead people before we start the ritual,” Damien
could tell by the tone of the woman’s voice that she wasn’t sure about the ritual’s success, “Unfortunately, we have some things missing for the ritual which we have been trying to find.”
“I could help you out with it if you spare my life,” Damien offered for the black witch to look at him as if she was considering it, “I am very good in bringing in supplies.”
“He is very good at manipulating. Do not heed to his words,” Penny said from the back, warning the black witch.
But the red hair black witch didn’t listen to Penny who stood behind. She looked at Damien intrigued, his
handsome face was etched in pain but his red eyes that continued to fluctuate between red and black made her
curious. She had heard about him, rumors that often spread between her sisters and the travelers who spoke about him.
She then said, “The things we need aren’t something you can offer to supply easily. It isn’t an item sold freely in
the market. There are scrolls that have been lost for decades or even centuries. Scroll that once belonged to the
white witch who sealed the powers of the black witches. Also, we are looking for a cousin on ours.”
“Cousin?” asked Damien curiously.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 183 – The last laugh- Part 3
The white witches and the black witches were considered to be the sisters on the other side of the door as they
had a stark difference between each other. It made Damien wonder who was this cousin the black witch was speaking of.
“We heard from an older sister of ours that the lost inscriptions mentioned about the creature that was the
highest form of a witch,” the red-haired witch brought her hand close to his face to touch him. Moved by his
appearance which was sharp and smooth that had a hint of aggressiveness which was being pulled out due to the corrupting heart.
This time Penny went to speak, “It is the child of the witches. A lot of time it can be their offspring or someone
that belongs to a hybrid of parents with one of them being a witch,” this caught Damien’s attention right away.
One of the parents being a witch. It wasn’t common for witches to marry humans or vampires but most of them
kept it under utter secrecy for safe measures. The possibility of black witches marrying was likely low but the same didn’t hold for the white witches.
“How do you find it out?” he heaved for air this time. Every breath of his moving in and out with great difficulty.
“We have our own means,” Damien could tell that whatever this means was, it wasn’t working well or it was just
that they had no eyes to spot the possible person. Though he wasn’t sure, there was a possibility that his own cousin was a dark witch.
The current Lord of Valeria, Alexander Delcorv was the son of a pureblooded vampire and a white witch. It was
doubt where there was a high chance of him being the dark witch though he hadn’t shown any witch traits. Dark
witch…it was the first time he had heard the term which hadn’t surfaced among the humans nor the council
members. Strong blood always caused a different or unique reaction, and Alexander’s mother was a renowned
white witch who fell in the hatred hands of the humans out of bad luck.
He felt the black witch continue touching his face like a lover before he caught her hand in his firm, “How fiesty,
even before you lose your sanity. I will be sure to enjoy your company as you fall to doom and pain.”
When she went to pull away from her hand, the grip on her wrist was too strong which she didn’t expect as the
pureblooded vampire was going through core corruption, “Foolish witches,” he commented, getting up he threw
the witch far away from him on the ground. He spat the blood out that came to settle in his mouth. Bringing his
hand up, he wiped his lips, “Did you really think that little thing could affect me?”
This time it was the black witch and Penny who looked in fear at Damien. The looked at him with disbelieving eyes, “Is the potion not working?” asked the red-haired woman.
“It can’t be. I injected the right one,” answered Penny, “Maybe it takes time!” there was panic in her voice which
made Damien chuckle. The black witch stood up from the ground, pulling out a tube and uncorking it. Ready to throw the liquid in it she raised her hand at him.
“Fear is beautiful. Especially when you can taste it in the air. It makes my blood race in excitement,” Damien
looked up them with his eyes that had turned pitch black. His tongue ran through the corner of his lips to taste the metallic taste of blood on it.
The black witch had her eyes wide, her scaly appearance surfacing on herself due to the flight and fight mode that they had been put into now out of unexpectedness.
She was sure that she had made use of the very same potion which was used to inject into the vampires so that
they could start the destruction. It was something she had acquired from a fellow black witch for a high price.
Picking the raw spit grass, she sprinkled it on Damien before he could advance on her.
The liquid fell on Damien’s skin, “Another potion of the witches,” he said unaffected even though his face looked burnt. One could see the surface of the skin that was dissolved to showcase the red and pink muscles beneath it, causing ridges and hooves. What appeared to be damaged started to heal itself until his skin looked brand new again making the witches look more shocked than before.
Bellium had created this potion herself which was used to disfigure the vampires which included the pureblooded
vampires, “You are a corrupted vampire, it shouldn’t be long before you fall victim to it.”
“Do you really believe that?” he c.o.c.ked his head to the side.
“You were coughing blood! And your eyes have turned black. It is proof,” said the black witch, turning around and picking another bottle.
Damien ran his fingers through his hair. What could he say, his acting was top notch. Coughing blood on his
hand as his eyes returned back to the red color, he asked, “Is this what you mean?” there was a smile pulled upon
his lips. The black witch gulped. As he walked towards her, a dart flew to stick to the side of his neck, the liquid
inside it seeping into his skin. He pulled the dart from his neck and shot the black witch with his gun right on her
forehead. Her skin starting to defragment and disintegrate before turning to a pile of dust on the ground.
Turning to Penny, he pulled the cork which made a creaking sound,
“D-don’t kill me,” said Penny, fear in her eyes. Her jade green eyes with specks were wide and shocked, “Please.”
“Did you really think I wouldn’t have noticed that you were not the real one?” there was slight perspiration that had formed over the girl’s forehead.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 184 – Pile of them- Part 1
The girl who looked like Penny looked back at Damien with eyes wide before the expression started to change
one of mockery but it was a short-lived expression where Damien pulled the cork further back, “I know your kind.
Switcher,” he announced for the girl’s smile to slip out of her face, “Your kind has been causing nothing less to
the trouble of what the black witches are up to but who knew that both of you would be working together.”
“You cannot kill me, Damien,” the girl who posed to be Penny touched the gun, ready to push it away but Damien was in no mood to play cat and mouse when his actual mouse somewhere here.
“What happened to calling me Mr. Quinn? I don’t take disrespect well.”
“I don’t think you need one now that we know I am not your lovely girl,” said the switcher girl who had impersonated Penny.
“The witches are trying to use humans to gain their powers back. What is it in for you?” asked Damien without
missing a heartbeat. Switchers were another type of creature where one of the council team had discovered
recently. They were the kind who took on the appearance of the others, living others’ lives whilst killing the
person to avoid being caught. Lately, there had been many murders in Bonelake and Valeria. Melted bodies found in the forest and behind the houses like a reptile who sheds their skin seasonally.
There had been suspicion raised the very first time since he had bought Penny from the black market. The death of the woman that was discovered by Penny.
Thinking back on the day of what happened he remembered having Penny go use the bathroom while he waited
for her with the meal. Call it the sixth sense but something felt odd in the air, like the wind that carried itself had something different which had him walking out of the private room he was seated in.
Stepping out he looked around the different passage and the stairways that led up and down the lavish building.
A woman appeared from the other woman, she was a human and by her clothes, the person wasn’t of too high
status. And though there was nothing that caught his eyes, there was still something in the air which he couldn’t point.
Walking further, he had found Penelope who had discovered a dead body at back of the large house. The woman
was none other than the person who had walked by him in front of the room he was assigned to. Having the
exact two faces, clothes, and appearance was uncanny which was when he found out that there was a creature
who possessed the ability to shapeshift. The matter was conveyed to the Lord of Bonelake, Nicholas Rune as he was the person looking after the East land.
“Wouldn’t you want to know everything,” chuckled the girl, “I have heard quite a few things about everyone and it is surprising I have met you here.”
“Are you going to speak or should I blow your brains out?”
The switcher twisted her lips, the green eyes looking at him, “Let me go and I shall offer you with information which will blow your mind instead.”
“I am all ears,” he said waiting for the switcher to start speaking.
“What are you doing here? Taking the girl’s appearance and baiting me in here just to convert the humans and the rest of the species to a dead land.”
“I wasn’t told anything clearly about the plan.”
“How odd. You didn’t care or you were only tagging along?” he questioned the switcher as she continued to answer him.
“The black witches were hiding in here and I decided to tag along due to the recent death that happened in the other land.”
“Whom did you kill?”
“A Duke’s daughter,” Damien shook his head, “So what is this information which you plan to let me in on for your
life,” the imposter Penny stared into Damien’s eyes, wanting to make sure the man would let her go instead of killing her right here and now.
“How do I know you will let me walk free from here?”
“No ever spoke of letting you walk free. It will purely depend on if the information which you are going to share
is worth sparing your life or not,” said Damien, taking one step closer to the girl, “Start speaking. Don’t think I am
playing around here. The bullets in here will work on you or any other creature.”
“I overheard from that witch,” the girl nudged her head towards the first witch who Damien had torn the face into two halves horizontally, “That there’s a witch. Blue eyes but I haven’t seen her.”
“How do you know she has blue eyes?” Damien questioned him.
“Women are not quiet and like to speak a lot. It was something I picked on. You were only going to be a puppet
in the show. But the main black witch is planning something big,” said the girl.
“You are not a female.”
“No,” the person replied back, “She has already sent one of us to the council.”
Hearing this Damien frowned. It wasn’t possible that the ‘us’ meant a black witch. Witches couldn’t step in or around the council but Penny being a white witch was able to step on the ground without any problem.
If he were to know before that Penny was a witch, he would have kept her in the mansion without bringing her anywhere close to the council.
The ring of stardust was added in and around the council so that the witches would never be able to step inside
to harm or manipulate anyone with their black magic or white magic. It was something that was created by his
very aunt and mother of Lord Alexander, his cousin. She was considered to be one of the highest white witches
who must have appeared to be a threat to many people who had ill plans in their minds for their own benefit.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 185 – Pile of them- Part 2
Whatever the ring of dust was made of was magic that took decades to improvise and create the final product
before being used. Unfortunately, with her passing away no one else could use the stardust on any other place to
safe proof it from letting the witches entering it.
Getting back to the switcher in front of him he looked at the minute details of how perfectly the impersonation
was done of Penny. But the switcher wasn’t a good actor and Damien knew Penny well enough to identify her actions.
Whoever the witch was, she had sent a switcher into the building of councils which meant now there was an imposter in there.
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know,” to his quick answer, Damien stared at the man with an utterly bored look, “I don’t know who he has switched into.”
“Guess you are only this much useful. Not a good enough information,” Damien pointed the gun at her.
“You cannot kill me. Clearly you like this girl, the body of impersonation I have done,” the girl said, looking at him
the way Penny looked at him and using the very same voice she had, “Don’t you want to keep me safe,” she said
changing her demeanor to one of being docile, “I will make sure-” a quick bullet was shot right into her left eye
where the blood started to bleed profusely and then the right eye before shooting one more on her forehead making the switcher fall back and down on the dusty ground.
“Disgusting,” he muttered under his breath. To even dare to pick Penelope’s persona, he didn’t like it. Things and people who belonged to him were not to be touched and played around with.
Looking at the bodies that laid on the ground, piles of them with some where the flesh could be seen and
houseflies that kept hovering around them and some bones as they were old, he walked out of the building.
Once he would leave from here and put Penny back home, he would have to let the lord know about this little
party. With a switcher in the council which the council would hear, there was no telling who it could be. It wasn’t
as if he had placed a bond on every and any person to know who was who.
But first thing first he had to find Penny. Walking in the way they had come previously, he stopped to see where
the smoke had taken place while also wondering if there was any more witches in the vicinity. At the moment, he
could feel nothing but tranquility from Penny. Finally reaching the place where the smoke was thrown, he noticed
a dull blue painted door that looked broken and half-open.
He jaw slightly tightened at the thought of how he had missed it in the beginning. In the need to keep her safe,
he hadn’t realized that he had caught hold of a switcher’s hand. Pushing the door open he found Penny who laid unconscious on the floor.
Damien exhaled, his shoulders relaxing further at the sight of her lying asleep as he could hear her breathing.
There was a cut on her forehead like she had been beaten right across her head with something hard. Enough to
have her fall unconscious for the moment. There was discoloration on her forehead at the same area and in hours
it would only increase before starting to fade away along with the little cut.
He shook her shoulder but seeing her not wake up, he picked her up. Putting her over her shoulder before heading towards the carriage that was left at the outside corners of the village. One hand held her securely while the other held the gun. His eyes and ears picking on the slightest sounds.
Pulling the door open, he laid her inside before locking it up. Walking around he saw his coachman whose body
laid sprawled on the muddy ground. Leaving him here would only add him to be part of the village. Touching his
neck to check his pulse, he could feel the weakened heart rate. Lucky bugger, thought Damien to himself. Picking
the coachman he put him in the luggage section.
Before his subconscious could poke him he rolled his eyes to himself. The coachman would feel privileged to
have himself rode behind the carriage than leave him lying here before another witch would come to pick the alive humans for their sacrifices.
Reaching the mansion which took a while to reach, he stopped it in the shed where the butler came to greet him
with hurried footsteps. Falcon looked at Damien with a troubled expression as his eyes fell on the slave girl.
“Have the doctor come to fix the man behind the carriage,” he said walking around the mansion. Falcon walked
behind the carriage to find the coachman with an arrow on his shoulder. His first thought was that the man was
dead but his master had told him to get a doctor which meant he was alive. And whoever died with an arrow to the shoulder. Maybe the pain and shock had made the coachman faint.
By the time he could ask his master if he needed any help, the pureblooded vampire had disappeared inside the mansion.
Damien didn’t wait to use the stairs and had vanished right after he was away from Falcon’s sight. Carrying Penny
to the bed, he laid her down. Walking to the foot of the bed, he unbuckled the shoe after another before placing
them below the bed neatly.
Walking to the bathroom, he took the smaller towel. Wetting it in the water before getting back to Penny who
continued to lay unconscious. Her head had been hit hard enough for her to knock out. Sitting on the empty
space of the bed next to her, he brought the wet cloth to her head before dabbing it gently to remove the dried bloodstains.
He was glad that she was alright.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 186 – Lord of Bonelake- Part 1
After removing Penny’s shoes and cleaning her forehead from the wound, Damien pulled up the blanket over her.
Tucking her in carefully, he walked out to the patio to look at the raging sea of the night.
By the time they had left the deserted village-like town, it was rather dark as the night had pulled over quickly.
Taking out the cigar, he lit it in the cold wind, throwing the match stick out and down, its end exhausting before
reaching halfway to the surface of the water. There was so much going right now. First, it was the black witches
and now the switchers and then the alignment of stars.
He wondered what else was in the store that he was yet to see. His cousin Alexander, it was something he would have to find out. There was something that had been gnawing in his mind on the same matter. It was the witch
who was assigned to one of the churches who rarely appeared out and if she did, something in his mind scratched where he couldn’t point out clearly.
Damien didn’t know why but every time he saw her, the woman reminded him of his aunt yet they didn’t look
similar in appearance. It wasn’t often that he found people that reminded him of others but this one was strong.
Lady Isabelle Genevieve was the mother of Lord Alexander who had died under the attack of the humans. No one
knew what had got the humans triggered out of the blue but they had burned and killed her which was an
incident that had taken place years ago. It couldn’t be possible that they were the same person because he
believed that after death there was nothing but to go back to the ground. Completing the smoke in his hand, he
threw the remaining ends of the cigar down for it follow the match stick which he had throw earlier.
Looking back over his shoulder, he noticed that Penny was fast asleep. It would take a while for her to wake up.
The door that was locked in which he had replaced himself without anyone’s knowledge after Penny who had been pushed from here. Damien believed in being careful than sorry.
With a whisk of the wind which drew near the room, Damien Quinn had disappeared to head towards the Rune’s mansion.
Lord Nicholas Rune was the deceased third Lord of Bonelake, Wilhelhum Rune. There were a lot of rumors when it came to the Lord.
The most popular being how the man had killed his own father before ascending the lordship of the land of
Bonelake. It wouldn’t have to be a surprise as there were many who were after it. With lordship came the power,
money, and status which was what many of the aspiring men and women were after. In this world, there was no right or wrong.
Like his mother had said, no man is bad. If you stand in his shoes and see in his sight, you will find him to be
right. Once you identify why someone did what they did, they wouldn’t seem so bad which would make one
wonder then if there is anything bad in this world at all. And no matter how many conspiracy theories were made
against Lord Nicholas, no one could prove it was him which nullified the entire case, making it invalid.
Walking inside the mansion with his pocket in his hands, Damien went to the door which was opened as if expecting his arrival from afar. The butler stood there at his wait, bowing his head,
“Good evening, Mr. Quinn,” it wasn’t his first time being here. Due to the council work like today, he had visited
the mansion while also attending some of the tea parties which were held by his aunt Venetia Lawson, “Lord Nicholas will be with you shortly. Let me seat you in the study room.”
Damien nodded, stepping inside the mansion which was big as his own mansion except that his family mansion
looked lavish compared to the rest of them. Once he was seated in the room, the Lord was there in less than two minutes.
Nicholas was a tall man, his rueful looking brown hairs looking messy as if a pair of hands had been running
through it. The family he belonged to was one of the oldest pureblooded families, being born in third-generation
just like his cousin but both of them being older to him in a matter of a few years.
“Apologies for interrupting your time, Lord Nicholas,” Damien bowed his head slightly, shaking his hand with the Lord before seating back in front of the table.
“I wasn’t expecting you to visit me. How can I help you councilman Damien?” asked Lord Nicholas, his kind looking eyes looking at him curiously.
“I have brought some news with me. The creatures who are able to morph to others, it seems like one of them
has entered the council,” the Lord’s eyes narrowed, “One of the villages near the east side near the lake of bones
has been attacked by witches. They have left dead bodies there which would need a lot of men for the burial process.”
Lord Nicholas pondered over the matter and then gave him a nod, “I will have some of them recruited to go have
a look at the place. How odd that no one came to report it until now,” the man murmured under his breath.
“People who stumbled upon the place where killed and dragged into the hear of the village. There was a pureblooded vampire who was killed.”
“How shameful. Did they mention how?”
“They have the potion which is used to corrupt the heart. But that might have been the only one as I didn’t find
another one,” Damien fille him in with what had happened. He could see the gears in Nicholas’ mind move to
wonder if Damien was stronger than the man to not be injected but Damien didn’t bother to fill in with every single information.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 187 – Lord of Bonelake- Part 2
“Didn’t the witches try the potion on you?” the Lord inquired calmly, “It must have not affected you if you are still here sitting in front of me,” he smiled.
He knew about his corruption. The man knew a lot of things which made one question about how he knew so
many things. Surely, the man was not idle enough to know what everyone was doing as he spent his time mostly
in his mansion or going to tea parties.
There weren’t many who was aware of his corrupted heart.
“Strangely, it didn’t. I guess the corruption doesn’t work on me,” Damien smiled back at him for the man to nod.
“That is good. With the black witches carrying potion and targeting the pureblooded families the security around
the borders of each land has been tightened. But with what you have said, it is going to be difficult to find who is
the switcher. If it is someone who belongs to the higher level post, it will only make it that much difficult but
alerting everyone will lead to a mishap and a mess,” said Nicholas leaning back against his chair, “Looks like the
witches have been working on another massacre,” and his eyebrows furrowed in question before the man could ask him what was there on his mind, Damien spoke,
“The black witch said that they are trying to approach different methods to bring back the powers that have been
sealed. They have tried with the human sacrifice and have tried with the dead now.”
Nicholas sighed hearing this.
“They are like the irreparable creatures who cannot be fixed. No matter how many you take down they keep
coming up one after another like unnecessary weeds. You need to be careful yourself, Damien,” warned Lord Nicholas, his eyes looking at him intently.
Damien didn’t have to rack his brain on what the lord was speaking of but as if to be clear, the pureblooded
vampire said, “Involving yourself with witches will have a heap more behind you along with the witch hunters as a
bonus. Though some are hired by the council, the very same people will tattle on you before getting you into trouble.”
“Of course, milord,” Damien agreed, “Bathsheba had hidden from the public and wouldn’t be coming out for a
while now which would make it difficult to get the insiders information of the possible sisters who pass by.”
Lord Nicholas smiled, “That’s good. The last thing I need is a fellow man’s head where some of the councilmen
will start to frame you. We live in a world of crabs, who will try to pull you down and go up but I believe you
already know about it,” after speaking about other matters regarding the council work, he asked, “Is there
anything else you need?”
“That would be all,” Damien stood up, shaking their hands again to hear Lord Nicholas say,
“Thank you for relaying the message so quickly.”
With a nod, he started to head to the door when he heard Nicholas say,
“The girl who you are infatuated with, make sure to keep a close eye if you want her to be safe,” there was a kind smile on his lips which looked slightly daunting even with kindness. Damien’s lips quirked up.
“I will make sure she is safe,” the Lord nodded his head, without exchanging another word he started to head out of the mansion.
Back in Quinn’s mansion when Damien had left Penny after a few minutes the girl woke up with her eyes
fluttering open. Eyes adjusting to the light that came from the fireplace and some of the candles which were still burning before exhausting and fizzling out in the wind.
Sitting up on the bed, she touched her head as it throbbed in pain. Walking to the mirror which was at the side,
she stared at her face. Her green eyes looking alive with the shimmer of light that came from the fireplace. The
side of her forehead had a black and blue mark, with a thin red line drawn. She continued to look at her face, her hand on her forehead, slipping down to her cheek and then to her side.
She looked around the room, her sight taking in to see no one in the room. Walking out of the patio, she looked at the sea and then walked back inside the room to head to the door which was locked from inside.
Her hand reached for the doorknob, turning it around to open the door and step outside where the light was
abundant in the corridor even though it was the time of night. With her bare feet, she stepped down the stairs
where the mansion right now appeared to be deserted. She continued to walk down before reaching the ground floor.
Few of the maids didn’t bother to look or stop where she was going because no one dared to get involved with
her. The last thing anyone was looking forward to was to have Master Damien tear their heads of their bodies.
Penelope walked to the kitchen, seeing no one there, her tense shoulders relaxed. Looking around she searched
for food. Going through the utensils one after another. Stopping at a utensil with a large bowl of meat that was
half-filled with broth. She leaned forward, taking in the smell which made her mouth water with its mere smell.
One would think that she was hungry, after all, she hadn’t eaten enough in Lady Sentencia’s house. But she
wasn’t looking for food to it.
Turning around once more to look if someone was there, her hands reached to her mouth. Touching the back of
her tooth before wincing in pain when she pulled out something from her mouth. It was a little sachet looking
cover that had dark green liquid inside it. Ingredients of one of the witches that mainly composed of the spit grass.
Tearing out the upper half of it, she poured the contents into the broth. Mixing it well to distribute it, she smiled looking down at it.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 188 – Knock of death- Part 1
The person turned the ladle around with her hand, making sure the potion was equally distributed until the green
liquid mixed itself completely in the broth as if nothing had been added. Going back to the room she locked the
room before getting back on the bed. Lying on down as if nothing happened the person smiled looking up in the glass. Soon everything would change here, who knew the task would be easy.
The switcher who imposed as Penny had a doubt on the plan that was weived by the witches and the other
switcher. As a precaution, the person had turned to Penny while dragging the actual girl somewhere in the corner
of the room with a table that deflected a person’s view if one were to enter the room. To make sure, the real Penelope’s hands and legs were tied after turning her unconscious.
What had been a precaution had turned out to be an opportune moment to start the corruption. The smile was
etched on her lips. To think that the pureblooded vampire would be stupid enough to not realize who he was
bringing back home. That it wasn’t the girl he knew but a switcher instead.
Soon this place would smell of blood and there would be new bodies to make use of but more importantly, the main witch who was leading the other witches would applaud for the work done by the switcher.
With that thought, the switcher continued to look at the mirror and the things around. Such waste to have
magnificent room and mansion that looked nothing less to a king’s domain which would soon be filled with dead
bodies. Corruption was like an infectious plague. A plague that wasn’t limited only to the vampires or
pureblooded vampires but also the humans provided the bite came from vampires which were enough to turn them insane.
The person had been so caught up looking at the mirror and the other furniture, enjoying the luxury without
coming to notice that the person who owned this very mansion had arrived back in without the need to come
through the door. But how would the switcher know about the ability of Damien?
After speaking to Lord Rune, Damien had been apprehensive to apparate right away. There was more than what
met the eye when it came to Nicholas which was the reason he decided to take the carriage which was offered
before stopping in the middle and vanishing from there.
Stepping back into the patio from where he had disappeared earlier, he stepped inside the room to notice
something wrong with Penny for the second time in the day. The bonds were usually placed to know and have a
transparent interface when it came to understanding the emotions on whom it was placed. For a master-slave
bond, it was helpful to keep an eye on the servants while making sure no one carried ill intention. While when it
came to the bonds between lovers which was the soul bond, it was used to have a mutual understanding of what the other felt. It helped greatly in improving the relationship.
Damien had placed a bond which not many was aware of. It was a bond a pureblooded vampire used on the
person who he or she felt was the one that required no mutual feelings. Penny might have not noticed but she was already falling for him.
The issue was not that though right now as he stood quietly without moving from his place. He stared at the
Penny to know she wasn’t Penny at all. Without a blink, Damien pulled the girl from the bed to bring her down on her ground with his hand around the neck.
The switcher looked at him wide-eyed as if not expecting Damien’s sudden return. He hadn’t come through the
door then how did he enter the room? Damien didn’t give more time as he had none to offer at the moment. He
hadn’t realized because the person had fallen fast asleep which made it hard to gauge the person’s emotions. It
would have been an entirely different matter if the person was awake but the error was that the person he thought was Penny had fallen asleep which in turn made it difficult to read any emotions.
“Who knew there was more than one of you,” commented Damien squeezing the person’s neck. The switcher
moved the hands, his features starting to change in size and shape, until it was a man in the woman’s clothing, “Where is the girl?” he demanded furiously.
The switcher was half worried while half-smiling, “Don’t be so furious. It isn’t my fault that you brought the wrong
girl home unknowingly. You know it is funny tha-ugh,” the man struggled to speak as Damien squeezed his fingers further.
“If you haven’t noticed I am not in the mood to hear what you find to be funny,” Damien’s eyes blazed while
turning dark in question. It had been close to two hours now since he had left the village with a pile of bodies. He
didn’t know where Penny was or in what she was in, “Answer me quick,” he said while continuing to squeeze his hands around the man’s lean neck.
The switcher flailed his hands in the air, struggling to deliver a word as Damien hadn’t loosened his hold on his
neck. After a few seconds when he did, the switcher coughed, “She’s…there in the village. Village… In the same
room…you picked me up,” but the man started to laugh hysterically when a scream was heard from below in the
mansion which caught Damien’s attention.
Damien’s eyes narrowed down at the man to hear him say, “Are you going to go find the girl? Or are you going
to save your own home?” asked the switcher continuing to laugh which didn’t go long. With another scream that
erupted from the other side of the room which was of a girl, Damien held the man’s face completely and crushed
it right into the floor to disfigure it beyond any identification.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 189 – Knock of death- Part 2
Blood dripped from Damien’s hand, sliding down to fall on the ground once he stood up. Looking down at the
man whose very face had been broken including the skull with blood splattered all over the carpeted floor, he
turned and headed towards the door.
Walking down, he caught sight of a body that laid at the foot of the stairs. His sisters, mother, and father arrived
out of their rooms after hearing the screams. Everyone looked confused as to what happened until they caught
sight of a fellow maid lying dead with her hands and legs sprawled. A part of her neck was bitten off which was evidently a vampire’s doing.
“Is it an intruder?” asked Grace worried at her mother.
“We need to see what happened, where are the-” Fleurance started to be hushed by Damien.
Maggie, on the other hand, caught sight of Damien’s blood hand, frowning to ask, “What happened to your hand?”
“Damage control,” he answered turning everyone confused, “Stay here. Let me check,” he ordered before going
towards the kitchen knowing already what had taken place. There weren’t many vampires or half vampires who
worked in Quinn’s mansion which narrowed down the possibility over what had taken place this evening.
Taking the next corridor, he found blood on the walls. Like the paint which was splattered but here it was blood.
The smell of death mixed in the cold air wafted in the atmosphere. Walking towards the kitchen he caught sight
of one more servant lying near the wall with open eyes in shock and contoured pain. Then his eyes fell on the person who sucked out blood from another servant.
Another servant cowered in fear looking at the man who had suddenly gone on a killing spree. When the maid’s
eyes met Damien’s, he jerked his head for her to come over and step out of the kitchen. The maid held fear in her
eyes but taking in the master’s action, she tried to quietly move away from the vampire who was still drinking
blood. Just as she ran past and made her way towards Damien, the man turned around with black and hollow eyes.
The man bared his fangs at Damien, throwing the maid on the floor without any regard. Damien’s eyes scanned
the kitchen, looking at the vessels that were placed near the heating area. One of them must have been used with the liquid to corrupt the vampires of this house.
He had picked and left the switcher in the room not too long. And if he wasn’t wrong, the person had been fast asleep. When did the switcher gain so much time to step down and have no one see what he did?
By the butler’s eyes, it was given that he had been completely corrupted. The potion which he consumed from
the food had engulfed his heart but Damien wanted to give the man some more time. A false hope, hoping the
butler would come around. After all, with sheer luck, he had come around when he was a child. Stopping corruption when it just started.
“Falcon,” Damien said his name to gain his attention but the butler looked away, looking around him as if he
were searching something. He picked up the maid he had dropped. To suck on her blood again, “Put the girl down,” he said after a while for the butler to look up at him.
Pulling away from the maid’s neck, he stared right into Damien’s eyes before a sinister smile appeared on his lips.
He pulled away from the maid, placing her in a distance before tearing her limb off her body that had blood splattering all over where he stood.
In the next second, the butler threw the body and headed against Damien but he suddenly stopped before he
could get any more close. Damien himself had closed the gap by stepping forward, his hand that reached
through Falcon’s heart that made a hole right in his chest.
Damien’s expression was as vacant as the vampire’s heart he held right now. He had saved Falcon from getting
executed for what he had protected, to help and have the man die in one’s own hand was an irony of life.
In the last few moments, Falcon’s eyes met Damien’s. Holding still and blinking once as if behind those hollow
filled eyes, the actual Falcon was in pain. The light in his eyes started to diminish before vanishing completely while leaving the body slack where Damien had his arm around the butler.
“Rest in peace, Falcon,” murmured Damien. People died every day, from one corner to the other in the four lands
of the empire but it was only ones that mattered did one feel sorrow. And to carry the grief of death was a burden itself.
After exchanging quick words with his family while asking none to eat what was prepared and not to touch it,
Damien headed towards the main door. Just as he stepped out where no one could see, his body disappeared to appear in the village.
Reaching the village, he caught sight of some of the men who must have arrived at the word of Lord Nicholas. Two of them were the councilmen he knew and the rest who were workers who had come to scout and look at what had happened so that they could give the detailed report.
Not wanting to waste his time, Damien searched for the house where he had picked up the switcher. Finally
finding it, he stepped inside the house to find Penelope who was awake and trying to get rid of the bounds around her hands and legs .
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When she saw him, she stopped which was when he noticed the taste of salt in the air. Without another word, he
untied her hands and legs. Penelope was quiet which made him worry. This time he was sure it was his mouse.
He raised his hand to place it on her cheek, running his thumb over her wet cheek. The house was dark and quiet
which must have scared her. Pulling her in his arms, he said, “I am sorry for not finding you sooner.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 190 – Gentle hands- part 1
When Penny had woken up, she had been surrounded in utter darkness, where even with her eyes opened, she
could see nothing. With the village-like town that had turned to a no man’s land, there was no one to live and no
one to put up lights in and around where she was. The entire place was built compactly as if there had been
scarcity when it came to space. With only a few meters away from one another, the buildings were tall to let any
possible form of light to touch the ground or any other lower part of it.
She had been scared. Even when she had been placed in the cell room for her brash behavior in the slave
establishment, Penny hadn’t been worried. Maybe it was because of her lack of knowledge of how this side of the world worked.
A human lived a life of bliss. Not knowing the dark deeds that took place behind the curtains and when a person
stepped on this side of the world, there was no returning back to a normal life. She had seen death more than
twice now which reminded her what world she was part of. Gone were the days where she only wanted to go to
the theater to turn to one of the renowned actresses so that she could earn enough money and make her life
better. But she was no more the human Penny to have simple dreams. She now was a white witch who couldn’t
divulge herself in such whim wishes and had to look for her survival. The stench of blood that was previously not there in the air was now potent making her nauseous.
She knew something bad must have taken place. The last she remembered was the smoke before something
touched her head which now hurt like hell. She cringed in pain, trying to move her head carefully while trying to
see if there was a way to call for help or to escape as her hands and feet were tightly bound.
Whoever had done it, had made sure she didn’t escape. And if the prisoner was still around while she was trying
to crawl her way out, Penny had no clue what was to come. Where was Master Damien? It was unlike him to leave
her unless something had happened to him. Sadly when Damien had picked the switcher without realization and
left the village, Penny had woken twenty minutes after that with no one around her.
She tried to remove the bounds of rope that had been tied but it was useless to do anything. Hoping to work on
her legs, she tried it for minutes. The struggle making her tired before she came to realize she would have to
crawl. What Penny had not realized or seen was that this was a pitchfork room.
The room was used as a shed by one of the families where the main door was now broken. Neither the switcher
nor she knew of it as the room held of no importance which looked empty with little spread of hay around the floor that made the ground dry instead of the wet mud.
She had waited for Damien to come. Hoping he would come and take her back to the mansion as this place was creeping her with the utter darkness.
Wanting to move out of the room so that she could get out of there and ask for possible help, she started to
move her body but there was a wooden looking board that stopped her from moving forward. Wanting to push
it away, she leaned back suddenly to cry out in pain due to the metal that pierced through the upper layer of her skin.
With the pitchfork that stuck to her back snuggly, she stayed still. Tears falling down from her face one after
another with the sudden intrusion. She took a deep breath, not knowing what it was. Her being the only one in
the room it was obvious that it was an object. She couldn’t turn back. Even the slightest movement right now as
he sat to breathe in and out turned to be difficult as with every inhale she could feel whatever had pierced her back stuck closer to her body bringing ever more pain.
The painful cry broke through her lips, whining as she moved forward to feel the sharpness of the pitchfork to
come along with her before it fell to the side. Tears poured down her cheeks. The sting and burn on her back with
the sharp metal that made way into her skin now hurt. Unable to handle the pain which she had never gone
through before she tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths to soothe her erratic nerves that were consumed with pain.
She could feel her back throb. Not moving anymore she sat quietly until she heard a pair of footsteps that she heard walking.
Not knowing if it was someone who had tied her here like this and left her on her own, she didn’t call for help. Waiting to see someone enter the room who was none other Damien himself.
Having him come here finally, she didn’t know why but she felt her eyes tear up again but the tears never fell. She knew it was him because of the silhouette.
Seeing him walk towards her and untie her while she sat silently, she couldn’t stop the tears when he placed his
hand on her cheek. The touch was tender which only made her that much emotional. She didn’t know where he
was before and what had kept him from fetching her from here but now that he was here, she felt her chest fill up at the sight and actions of his.
Why was he being so nice, thought Penny as tears fell down? When did this mean master of hers turn gentle? He wound his hands around her gently which made her eyes burn further.