Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 261 – Church chamber- Part 2
The young white witch nodded her head, “It was at that time that some of them realized what they had done and
how the white witches could turn into black witches,” both their shadow fell in front of them. The shadows turned
to be long and thin as they continued to walk between the pillars, “Death is the easiest way to tap into the
forbidden magic. Easiest as well as powerful, it is why there are human sacrifices,” explained Sister Jera before
stopping right before the stairs appeared.
Penny wondered at first why they had stopped walking but when Jera stepped towards the wall. Another step
forward for her to disappear into it, she gave out a surprised look on her face. The wall that looked like a wall
wasn’t one but a mirror image like the other walls making one not know that there was a secret passage which
one could never find.
“Was this built by white witches?” Penny questioned, following the path of Sister Jera to find herself walking in
surrounded by walls, “This feels like a maze.”
“Indeed. It is a maze. Please make sure to not get lost if you ever come here. There are too many different paths
which leads to no exit but a circle that would make it hard for a person to get out. As you are a white witch
yourself like us, it should be alright to show you,” she saw Sister Jera grin looking back at her.
Once they walked for some distance, Jera pushed another wall which was a wall look-alike door. Stepping inside,
Penny noticed various things that were placed in here. From different looking potions to books and then the
guns, bullets and other items which could be considered a gift box if Damien were to step in here.
“The white witches, of course, killed themselves for what happened without wanting to be burned by the
vampires or humans with the noticeable transformation in their appearance. But before they died they had
created this secret chamber to place everything they knew and had. This is where we keep the objects that we
don’t want others to find or see,” Penny was in awe as she took a round by herself in the room. Going through
different flasks that had cork stuck at the top of its mouth.
Noticing that there were no labels placed on the bottles, flask and other glass tubes that had liquids in them, she
asked, “How do you know what is what in here?”
“There’s a book in here, you will need to read the one hundred and seventy pages, memorizing it to know what
each of them contains and are made of. Once you start working with the various elements of liquids, you will
know by the color, texture, and smell of what they are.”
Wonder how long that would take for her to memorize. Surely, just reading would not help and she would need
to work with the potions to know about them.
“But not everyone knows in here what is what. Not even Father Antonio,” said sister Jera going to the shelf to
pick up a tube that looked red in color, “Not everything has been doc.u.mented. There are also books which are
incomplete that makes you wonder why the white witches left half information in here or if they knew only so much.”
Penny doubted that was the case. White witches, for what she knew during the first generation of pureblooded
vampires were careful creatures. To have built a secret chamber which had not been discovered by the
pureblooded vampires at that time and also the councilors, she would say they were being cautious.
She took a look at all the colorful flasks before stepping to look at the two shelves of books built on the wall.
Penny asked Sister Jera, “Didn’t anyone try looking for them?”
“It is hard to do that. Especially with the number of growing hunters and the council that wants to know
everything we do which also includes how many times we left the church and where we went and whom we
spoke to. It wouldn’t be easy to ask for help and where the rest of the information can be found. We have
considered the matter to be a lost one,” sighed Sister Jera. Putting the glasses back on her nose, she leaned
forward to have a better look at the books.
When Sister Jera’s hand moved towards one of the books in the rack, Penny noticed the discoloration on the
girls’ forearm which had been previously covered by her sleeve that she hadn’t noticed earlier. It was the same as
Father Antonio. The black patches of scaly skin transformation. The girl took the book out to hand it over to
Penny, “This one speaks about the herbs which have not been doc.u.mented in other books. You can use it to
create self-healing medicines for yourself.”
Taking the book in her hand, she looked at the plain bound parchments, “Thank you,” she murmured her thanks.
Upon a thought that rose in her mind, she asked, “You said this was a secret chamber. Do the other witches from
the other churches come here?”
“Maybe three or four of them. Not many know about it,” answered Jera before Penny asked her another question,
“What about the non-white witches?”
“Just one person. It was Mr. Quinn,” just like Penny thought, “It was an unfortunate day when he found out about
it,” the girl smiled nervously. On receiving a questionable look by the lady, the young witch went to answer, “I
tripped and fell towards the entrance of this chamber in front of Master Damien as he had appeared out of
nowhere shocking me,” she had placed her hand on her chest, remembering the day she fell right through the
mirage-like wall when the pureblooded vampire had appeared behind her.
Sister Jera was sure that she had heard no sound of footstep to notice him which had startled her in this dark place.
Penny only nodded her head with a smile, knowing Damien had used his ability. She pulled out the pocket watch
which she had received from him, looking at the time and wondering if he was here to pick her as it was time to leave.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 262 – Church chamber- Part 1
In one of the churches, in the land of Bonelake, Penny read the book which Father Antonio had given to her to
read. Though this was a place which was verified by the council, the public wasn’t aware of this place creating
bullets and other weapons that were used to kill witches and other kinds of creatures to maintain the law and order.
It turned more secretive that only some knew that this church held potions and other items that were not placed
in the display that could lead to suspicious activity in the eyes of the others which was true. There were some
unofficial white witches like Penny who were not informed about the council. A lot of them enjoyed their liberty
to walk freely but once caught under the watchful eye of the council, life was never the same. There was always
someone watching them, be it the council members or the hunters who were waiting for the white witches to
make a mistake so that they could add the death count of the witches in their list.
After all, white witches were not too far from the corrupted vampires. Maybe far worse due to their deceiving
nature after being turned into a black witch. All one had to do was have a taste of the black magic. The power
that came from tapping the black magic was hard for one to resist.
Penny looked down at the parchment of sheets which was regarding the use of white magic.
Penny’s reading and writing skills had improved, along with marking where she used the quill that was in front of
her. Before coming to the slave establishment, Penny had learned only a few things without being proficient and
not able to consider herself to be part of the literate group. The script that was often handed in the theater was
the hardest when she had joined as she didn’t know how to read it entirely.
But she was smart. Smarter than the rest and someone who enjoyed the theater passionately. She heard the lines,
murmuring them under her breath when there was a rehearsal. Asking the next man what was written down on
the script while picking on some familiar words such that she relied solely on the ability of what she heard.
She was thankful that Damien had sent her to Lady Maggie, his older sister who was well educated. She had
taught her the basics which now turned out to be helpful.
“Did you finish this?” came sister Jera to her, looking at the marking she had done on the parchment.
“Ah, yes. Don’t the council ever barge in here?” Penny turned her head to look at the molten liquid which would
be turned to bullets after cooling and placing them in their little containers for storage.
Sister Jera smiled, “They have done it plenty in the past,” hearing this Penny’s brows rose up, “No one trusts the
witches but we don’t trust the vampires and the others. This place is counterfeit.”
“Counterfeit?” she asked not understanding what that meant.
“Let me take that,” said the young witch, picking up the flask that was placed next to Penny. It was a black
solution which was mixed with black witches’ blood. The content was being cultured so that they could use it to
turn the black witches’ own blood against them. A lot of work which was done by the white witches that was run
on the orders of the council but there was more to the work which went down in this church.
The bullets weren’t made just for the witches.
They were also being made for the vampires and other hybrids, only that some of the council members were aware of it.
Sister Jera herself looked around before saying, “Come with me,” Penny followed the young girl on her word.
Moving past the white witches who were working with smoke that erupted now and then in some corner of the
“You must already be aware of what we do here after a week of being here. This church once wasn’t a church but
a place that was built on the grounds where people had died. The mass murder of massacre.”
“What happened?” she asked the girl. Sister Jera picked up a lantern, handing it over to Penny and picked one up
for herself before they started to walk out of the room. There was only a one-way path that led back up to the
long and tall hallway with bowls of fire before the staircase connected back up to the front of the church.
“When the black witches were first taken to be a threat, years ago which goes back to the first generation of the
pureblooded vampires, it was decided that the black witches would bring ill omens and they did just that. Killing
people recklessly while trying to claim the property but if you look at it, can you blame them?” the voice of Sister
Jera came as a small echo as they continued to walk to the hallways, passing the tall pillars one after another, “It
is sad that they had been driven away to not be allowed to live. The decision was taken firmly when one of the
black witches killed a human. Using the body parts to their own use which had humans worrying about their lives
while the matter didn’t sit well with vampires, they burnt as many black witches in this very place.”
Penny wondered about this. The black witches had always been isolated but their actions had fueled the fear in humans.
“Why build the church here if there was the death of the black witches?” with what she had heard and learned so
far, every death contained a source of negative energy.
“I know what you are thinking, Lady Penelope and you are right,” Jera answered the questions that were on her
mind, “Not many are aware but when it happened, the pureblooded vampires wanted to tap the so-called black
magic which was used by the black witches. There were some greedy vampires.”
Penny could already guess what must have happened, “They made white witches make use of it…”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 263 – Selfish you, which I don’t mind- Part 1
Penny closed the pocket watch shut. Putting it back in the pocket of her dress which was the late lady’s, his
mother’s dress. Most of the dresses were long as his mother was taller than Penny but it was manageable.
Dresses didn’t often come with pockets but these were customized for her own use.
There were often times she wondered about the lady, wondering what kind of woman she actually was. If she was
the same person who people perceived through their eyes or if there was something more to the surface of what
people assumed to be.
“I should get going,” said Penny, taking a last look around the room which was supposed to be a hidden, hideout
place for all witchcrafts that had been stored for years now, “Do you think I could take this with me?” asked
Penny for the young girl to smile.
“Unfortunately, no. It is a classified doc.u.ment,” the girl looked at Penny with an awkward expression as if it was
hard to refuse her.
“That’s alright. I understand,” Penny gave an assuring smile to Sister Jera. She wasn’t in a hurry to learn all of it in
a day. Knowing it would take time for her to learn what this room contained, she asked, “Where do you stay,
“I live here, Miss Penelope. It is much easier to live here and dedicate yourself to the work that we are passionate
about that spend time outside. There is also the worry where we might be attacked by the hunters,” she nodded
hearing this. The underground of the church was large enough to hold an entire town which only made Penny
realize that the underground stretched up wide and far. It must have even reached the houses from beneath the
land without the villagers knowing about it, “How about yourself?”
Penny kept a stoic face as she walked out of the secret hideout to answer the girl’s question with, “I live in
Quinn’s mansion,” she didn’t need to look at Sister Jera’s expression that turned one out of shock to sneakily look
at Penelope who looked calm.
“With Mr. Quinn? Damien Quinn?” the young white witch cleared her throat at the end of her question.
Penny gave her a nod, “Yes, Damien Quinn,” the girl didn’t ask her further on it where Penny in return continued
to keep up the conversation with her. She wondered what would happen if people knew about her sharing the
same room as Damien. Scandalous, Penny noted to herself, “What about your parents? Don’t you miss them if
you stay here for long days and weeks?”
“They live in Valeria.”
“Travelling back and forth along with safety taken into consideration…but I do visit them once in every four
months,” came out the chirpy voice from Sister Jera.
“I am glad to hear that. It must be really nice to meet them after such a long duration of time,” Penny’s reply
came out to be like a longing one.
“That is true,” answered Sister Jera as they made their way up the stairs.
To have someplace to go to where home was had been erased from Penny’s life. There was no home. Not by
word or by literal meaning. The house that they stayed in had gone under the magistrate after she had vacated
from there to go live with her relatives. To go to her relatives, they were the ones who had sold her to the slave
establishment for money. Her mother who she found to be alive wanted her dead that had her heart sinking in
There was no home. Places she once she thought she belonged had been abandoned where people continued to
move on with their lives and she stood there. Still, wondering how her people could do it. Had she been so trivial
in their lives where she didn’t matter?
Coming to the door, Penny stepped out to see Damien who was talking Father Antonio at the moment. As if
sensing her presence, Damien turned around to meet her eyes. He continued to stare at her,
“Sure, I will have it ordered here by next week,” he answered to something Father Antonio had asked.
“I appreciate that, Mr. Quinn,” the witches responded back.
Damien turned his body to face Penny asking her, “Everything well?” Penny by now had learned to keep up with
Damien knowing how much he enjoyed knowing how she felt at a particular point of time when needed.
“Yes,” she answered him, a small smile forming on her lips when she looked around the chapel. Another
realization hit her when Damien who was looking at her, his eyes looking at her quizzically which made her smile,
“I am done for the day.”
“Sweet. Time to go back home then,” he turned to look at Sister Jera who stood straighter than before when his
suspicious eyes fell on her. Turning back to Father Antonio both the men exchanged a nod with Penelope who
bowed her head.
“We’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Penelope,” said Father Antonio.
As they walked through the aisle, Penny could feel Damien staring at her, “What got your mood down?”
“Just something about the past.”
“What about it?” he pried. Damien had no concept of space. The pureblooded vampire wanted to know every
and anything around him, keeping himself known with what was going while knowing how to get the information out.
“About my family.”
For a few moments, Damien didn’t respond. Helping her get inside the carriage which he had picked on as a
habit after she had hurt her back, forgetting that her back didn’t hurt anymore. Once they were in, Damien said,
“You should be happy the way things turned out to be. To live alongside people who don’t love you, respect you.
It gives no meaning. People like those are no family. Family is supposed to take care of you. Protect you which
none of them did. It might be cruel, selfish of me to think this way but don’t blame me because I don’t mind how
things turned out to be.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 264 – Selfish you, which I don’t mind- Part 2
“It is selfish,” agreed Penny, “I sometimes ponder how life would be if I had a normal family.”
“You wouldn’t be here then,” responded Damien back, “We all wish for normal families. To have the perfect ones
where life can go smoothly but you cannot choose who is to be your family. That doesn’t mean you can’t make a
stranger your family. It is your choice on what you want at the end of the day, Penny.”
“I know,” she looked outside the window. The trees that were covered in snow and the land too which made the
ride slow, “Wishes are too far to imagine it could turn to reality. I don’t think my mother will be trying to attack
me for some time. If she found out that I know about the voodoo,” and she continued, “I doubt she would know
that I know it is her.”
“It is a possibility. We’ll go visit your relatives tomorrow,” Penny gave him a nod.
She didn’t know why she didn’t remember or try to link her aunt and mother until now. Life had turned out to be
busy with her mind occupying that she didn’t know how she missed it.
“And about the family,” started Damien for her to look back at him, hearing him say, “I will have your back always
as I promised. You can count on me,” he assured her. Since the day she had kissed Damien voluntarily, he had
been more open in his thoughts but at the same time, she felt that she was seeing him on a more sober side,
“And if I am not enough,” he drawled making her unconsciously lean towards him, waiting to hear him say,
“We can build our own family together. What do you say?” came the straightforward question of Damien that
had her looking away quickly, “Don’t be so shy mouse. Look here,” he said. Slowly she turned to look to have him
steal a quick kiss from her.
“Has anyone told you how cheesy of a person you are?” she asked him, holding the smile back which threatened on her lips.
“Not until today. Just for you. Don’t tell me you don’t like it,” he stated looking at her shake her head.
“I don’t,” she replied back, folding her arms against her chest to see him frown.
He narrowed his eyes, staring at her before saying, “Liar,” a smile cracked upon his lips. A mischevious one
getting placed on his lips. Putting his hand around her, he brought her close, “Are you enjoying your time in the
church?” he asked.
Penny let him bring her close to him, not minding it except for the little warmth that came to settle on her cheeks
as she was still getting used to it.
She wouldn’t say she enjoyed it but it was better than doing nothing and knowing nothing about the life of
witches down there in the church, “It has been interesting. I learned five flowers that are poisonous to the
vampire that can cause paralysis for a few minutes.”
“That is interesting. Who knew that the witches were working on giving us a dose of paralysis. What else did you
learn?” he asked placing his attention completely on her.
“There’s a food that is not supposed to be consumed by humans which causes similar paralysis but I wonder
what will happen if the two compounds were mixed together,” Penny answered with a full smile.
“The church sure knows how to make one interested in there,” muttered Damien under his breath.
“By the way, Sister Jera took me to the secret chamber today. She told me how you found it by her mistake,”
Damien chuckled hearing this, “It was a comical day. She didn’t expect me to be there.”
“She said that the room had a lot of things which they weren’t aware of. The information which was hidden or
never written down. Your cousin, the Lord of Valeria. Is it possible that he is a white witch?” she asked him
curiously. With his mother who was a white witch, it was possible to have an offspring who was either a white
witch or a vampire right?
“Alexander?” asked Damien, “He isn’t a white witch like his mother. He had told that he was tested and checked
to see if he had her abilities but it was pureblooded vampire blood running in his body when Murkh ran tests on
him. Why do you ask?”
“I thought maybe he could help in the lost information. Something that his mother left behind.”
“Hmm. With what I am aware of there isn’t any doc.u.ment that she left behind. It’s clean as she didn’t practice
magic after she married,” Penny found it odd that there was nothing that the late lady would have kept before
she was attacked in the town.
For a high standing person like the lord’s mother to be killed, Penny didn’t know why she felt something was off
about it. As if sensing her emotions. Damien spoke,
“As you already know, white witches are often placed under the council and other people like the hunter’s eyes to
make sure they don’t misuse their position. The council isn’t all about law. It is about internal politics where
people are vultures waiting to gain something while hunting down the others.”
“You think she was murdered by the council?” Penny’s eyebrows scrunched together.
“People were made to believe to think that she was killed by the frustrated humans but if you believe everything
that is told to be true without a question you will never know if there is something beyond the curtain. It is a
possible theory but one which couldn’t be proven. The case was opened to look at what might have happened
but they couldn’t find anything even after four months,” explained Damien, “By then even uncle Zachary had
passed away due to the soul bond he shared with his wife. You are meant to do extraordinary things,” he said
that her eyes lighting up as if she were special.
“Really?” she asked yet in a doubtful voice.
“You are my woman. I expect nothing less,” he said proudly patting her back not so gently that had her upper
body move forward from where she sat.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 265 – What happened – Part 1
The cool wind blew across the snowy land. The full moon shining bright up in the sky as the clouds had stopped
hovering around it, letting the moonlight fall down on the land of Bonelake. The night was quiet, the villagers
who slept quietly around the town who didn’t know what was about to come as shadows moved passed the
curtained windows one after another in the time.
One of the hooded figures walked across the houses. Holding a pot that had smoke fuming out of it where
burning coals were placed. Walking around the houses, the person turned to look at another hooded figure in
the front who signed with the hand to show what to do next.
Three more hooded people emerged from the shadows. Each carrying a long thick log in their hands as they
walked under the moonlight.
The person who was holding the pot in the hand turned to look left and right. Front and turning back to see
there was no one in sight but just them. Placing the pot on the snowy ground, the person pushed the hood back
to reveal a scaly appearance of the face which was black and broken in texture. Her eyes blue in color as she
looked at the other black witches who were getting their work done as spoken about. It wasn’t the first time they
had invaded a human village but this was different from what they usually did.
The other black witches started to mark around the village with their transformation circle and lines that were
needed for the ritual to start. Once everything was done, the black witches took their position.
While another witch with brown hair and brown eyes went up to the blue-eyed witch, “Shall we bring the sacrificial human?” she asked.
The young black witch who didn’t look too old, smiled, her tongue slithering out of her mouth to say,
“Yes, please. Make sure it is a young one.”
“A child?” asked the black witch.
“Anything below my own appearance,” answered the blue-eyed witch. The other witch nodded her head, walking
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to the nearest isolated houses from the rest of the other houses. Knocking on the door, and waiting for someone
to open it.
In the meantime, the blue-eyed witch who was none other than Ester who had escaped from the council time
after time, raising an army of witches to bring down the vampires dipped her hand into the hot burning red coal
to pull out a glass from it. A test tube that had a red liquid inside it.
The massacre was taking too long, the ritual she had expected to work was not working with the number of trial
and errors they had gone through. It didn’t matter how many bodies were left behind in the need to acquire the
ritual until the black witches would come to triumph over the other creatures who walked on these lands. They
were under her deposition where she could discard them without a thought.
Humans and all the other creatures were pathetic. Sometimes her own kind who carried stupidity with them but it
was alright. With her who was leading the group of black witches, there was nothing to worry about. Especially
when she was the most experienced. People often mistook her age to her ability but she knew how to put the
ones who couldn’t listen to a quick death.
Her appearance fluctuated to one of the humans, her skin turning smooth and her the slithering tongue that
turned to one that belonged to a human. Looking at the young man open the door, the black witch ran her knife
over his throat while holding back his scream that was about to erupt out. Blood spurted on the black witch’s
face and on the white ground. As the man was dragged towards her, she saw how he struggled in his last
moments like a fish that was taken out of the water.
She felt not an ounce of pity. Her expression was blank as she looked at him continue to struggle for some more
time before looking up at the black witch,
“Put him down here,” her soft voice came out which was sweeter than the rough voice in her true form.
The black witch looked at the man with hollow eyes and no remorse.
“Would you want me to pull his heart?” asked the other black witch to have Ester wave her hand off to have the
person walk away and stand on the other side of the markings which was made right now.
Murmuring the curses that were necessary to start the ritual she walked towards the dead man. She took the
knife of her own, running it against her palm and dropping her blood on to the man’s lips. Letting it seep in.
Taking the same hand, she dipped her fingers into his chest like the man was a soft dough, she went further until
she reached his heart. Pulling it, wanting to displace it but not taking it out of his chest, she murmured more
words to have his eyes snap open that were hollow and dull in nature to have her smiling.
The other witches who stood in the sidelines, watching her and the dead man snap his eyes open they looked in
awe. The man who had died had been revived but it wasn’t merely bringing him back. He was fed with the black
witch’s blood and with the incantation which Ester whispered in the wind, he was a half-witch.
But something went amiss when the man suddenly looked livid, and his face turned one to be angry. Taking the
tube which she had previously pulled out from the burning coals, she quickly pushed the metal tip into the man’s
neck to push the knob behind it.
Her expression stayed calm to see him stop moving.
When another witch quickly came to her side, asking, “Are you alright?” she gave a small nod, “The ritual has
been done. Put him under observation for a week. If everything goes well, the whole ground is yours to play.
Have this injected into every single living soul here,” soon they would be able to have an army of half-bred black
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 266 – What happened- Part 2
“Will you be going?” asked the other black witch seeing Ester start to pick up the things she would need before
placing them in a bag. The young black witch looked at the person who appeared to be older than her in appearance.
Her expression was calm and sober. Her eyes looking at the black witch to say, “Is there anything else you need?”
though it was a simple question there was something very eerie about the way she asked, resembling nothing
less to a dead corpse who was being made to talk.
“No, we should be fine. Have a good journey,” the black witch tipped her head seeing Ester starting to walk away
from there, “Where do you think she is going?” asked the female to the male black witch who stood next to her.
“Who knows. She never tells us and we never ask. Come on, we have work to do,” said the black witch male, their
appearances turning back to one to adorn the human form. It was much easier to blend in and have the humans
not know who they were so that they could slowly start to turn every human into a half-black witch before
infecting the other towns.
Taking the man to the other side of the forest along with them while two of the black witches stayed back, the
young girl with blue eyes walked on the other side. Her shadow-like body drifting in the forest ground.
She continued to walk in the deserted forest, trees being the only companion that she had learned from a very
young age. Years passed by, but the bitterness that had brewed in her mind only increased with every other day
for what happened years ago.
‘Her family consisted of her parents and her older brother. They lived happily like any other family in Woville but
at the same time, there were some things they couldn’t enjoy like the other families. Coming from a family of
white witches who weren’t of high value but rather poor people, her parents worked hard enough to feed them
and keep their family intact.
One day something happened. It was when she was at the age of seven, when her father and her older brother
invited a man to their house. He was a councilman who had come to offer protection. In return, he would offer
them safety and protection. The man belonged to the land of Mythweald. A human.
Many of the white witches were sought out in need of making use of their magic for the other party’s purpose
while offering protection from being harmed and killed. And this was decades ago. Ester was much older than
she appeared to be without many people’s knowledge. It was the appearance of deception.
“Where do we go after that?” asked her father in question when the councilman gave the task which was assigned down by the council.
“You will find a man who goes by the name Hectorman. Give him the package as I won’t be available and will be
traveling to Bonelake. We have some new edicts that need to be placed to make sure the vampires there don’t
kill more people.”
“But what about the witch hunters? We heard there are far too many right now who guard the borders,” asked
her mother, her blue eyes looking worried at her husband.
The witch hunters had only arisen, getting alliance from the council which was what was told to people around
the witches were aware of how things worked. No matter if it falls under law or not, the witch hunters were
created in the intention to kill every witch possible unless given a direct order. Which was why there was a lack of trust.
“You don’t have to worry about it. We have made sure to tell the council, relaying the message on your husband
who will be giving it to the lord of Valeria, Zachary Delcrov. I am sure it shouldn’t be of any difficulty once you
state your name and purpose,” assured the councilman with a stoic expression.
“That’s good to know,” answered her father. Ester stood next to her mother, clutching on to her mother’s leg as
she was young, her blue eyes which were acquired from her mother staring at the man who had come to their
house. It wasn’t often that they had visitors to their humble home.
“I take it that you are willing to accept the work?” the councilman confirmed to see the man give him a nod, “This
is the initial payment. The rest of it will be given when you complete the work.”
“What about moving my family to the land of Mythweald?” it wasn’t just gold coins that were being given to
them. The councilman had also given the opportunity for them to move down to the southland, a place where
there was less suspicion of being witches than here in Woville.
“We’ll do it once you’ve completed the work. The potion is a disinfectant from the black witches’ bite. So make
sure you get it right and have enough of it as you carry. I will see you once I am back here,” saying this, the
councilman left their house.
“Do you think it is safe?” asked the wife worriedly.
“The borders are not safe,” she said.
“You heard the councilman. The orders have been given down by the main council.”
“Yes, the council who is full of pureblooded vampires, People who one ought to not trust. They are only waiting
for an opportune time to kill all of us,” she walked to the door, shutting it close and turning to her husband, her
blonde hair which stood errantly though it was tied into a bun, “So many have gone to complete tasks and jobs
which have been offered to them but none returned. Don’t you think it is suspicious.”
There had been cases before, some of the white witches who had gone missing after involving themselves in jobs.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 267 – What happened- Part 3
“That was from unknown people which the other white witches took help from. This is from the direct council.
There’s also a seal,” the man smiled, walking to where his worried wife stood. Kissing her forehead, “There’s an
opportunity where we can live like humans. Live free of thoughts where no one will ever come to harm us or our
children. We should take it when the chance has been given to us. What is it that worries you?”
“I worry about losing you. I cannot think about what will happen if I were to lose you or our children,” she said,
her voice wavering at the end. She sighed, “Shall I come along with you?”
“Ester will be left alone with Kiren. It would be better to have you here looking after and we already decided that
you would be here while I take Kiren with me. He needs to meet and learn how things work in the witch’s life now
that he has turned thirteen. It is time for him to leave the nest.”
His wife unwillingly nodded her head.
“Okay. It is a two-day journey. I will wait for four days before coming to travel to you,” she said as her heart
couldn’t agree to every word her husband said. No matter how many times she was reassured, she couldn’t help
When the day arrived where her son and her husband left home to travel to Valeria after creating the potion
which would be utilized by the Lord of Valeria as said by the councilman, they left on foot to have Ester and her
mother looking at their diminishing body as they walked further and further away from the house.
Ester asked her mother, “Mama,” she turned to look at her mother who picked up a flower that had been at the front of the house.
“What is it, dear?”
“Will we not live here anymore?” there was a small concern that hung on the little girl’s face.
Her mother turned, seeing her daughter who looked bothered with it, she bent and sat down on her heel, “That’s
what we planned. Are you not happy with it?”
“Why?” the young girl questioned.
Her mother placed both her hands on either side of her shoulders, “It is so so that we can go to the market
without fear. I won’t have to worry that if you step out of the house where someone will take you away from it.
Your brother can get better work along with your father. You can make friends,” her mother encouraged with a
small smile. Since her children were born, both she and her husband had restricted their interactions with the
“I can?” there was a budding enthusiasm in the girl’s voice.
“Of course. You can make friends, bring them home, play house,” her mother, running her hand on her
daughter’s head. She leaned forward to kiss the girl’s forehead, “Wouldn’t you want that?”
The little girl nodded her head eagerly. Patting the girl’s head, the mother stood up, “Let’s get back inside,” she
said nudging her daughter gently before her eyes took in her surroundings. There was no one around, with the
village houses that were scattered around the forest ground, the houses were distributed against each other with
a good distance.
At the time of night, Ester slept on the same bed as her mother, her hands clutching on to her mother’s dress
with her eyes closed as she was fast asleep. The woman in the meantime read the parchment which was handed
down to them by one of the fellow white witchers. Reading under the lantern’s light, she finally placed it away.
Stopping to pat her daughter’s back and pulling back her hand so that the little girl could sleep comfortably.
She let her daughter sleep while she wondered where her husband and son were. If they were alright.
Tempted by worry over the time that had passed where one day had passed she couldn’t help but ponder about
their well being. She pulled the little vessel from the bottom of the cupboard. Placing the candle in the front and
bringing the knife close to her wrist before swiping on it to draw blood. Red blood drops fell into the vessel. One
drop falling after another until the bottom was covered in her blood.
Letting go of the knife by placing it down without making much noise, she moved her hand in the air slowly until
a fog-like smoke appeared which was black in color. Tapping into something which was forbidden, just for the
sake so that she could know her family’s well being, she received the answer of their well being.
But everything had a price to be paid. Her back started to itch before a scaly dark formation started to develop on her smooth skin beneath her clothes.
Hearing her little daughter, Ester’s voice behind her, she quickly pushed the vessel away and behind her so that
her daughter would not see it. But the girl had seen it all, hearing every muttering words which she had found
the opportunity without her parent’s knowledge.
“What happened? Bad dream?” the mother asked, going to sit next to her daughter whilst hiding what had
happened a few moments ago.
“What were you doing?” asked the little girl.
“Making sure your brother and father are alright,” she didn’t want to lie about what she did but at the same time,
she didn’t speak more on it. Forbidden magic was something no one was supposed to use. The more one used,
the more they turned to the darker side with no control over it, “Go back to sleep, dear. They are fine and safe
just as we are,” the woman smiled down, going back to pat her gently.
Far away from where they lived, the father and son continued to walk in the lonely and deserted forest. Their
feets scrunching on the dried twigs and leaves which were on the ground. Suddenly, the white witcher stopped
his son by raising his hand. Halting his footsteps to look around the area they were in. His eyes moving in the dark…
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 268 – Sorrowfull sparrow- Part 1
The white witch made sure to keep his son behind him as he turned around to look at the trees which appeared
to be suspicious. Something wasn’t right and he knew it by the movement of the wind which whisked past the
ground in front of him to pick something very ominous with it.
Suddenly a knife flew right past his face grazing over his cheek which left a cut, drawing blood to let drops trickle
down his face.
“Father!” his son, exclaimed looking at the blood but before they could react to it, a few more knives flew in a
different direction and he pulled his son.
“Run!” he shouted, having his son follow him quickly behind him. Undoubtedly, with the smell of the metal
objects that were flying at them, he could tell that those belonged to the black witches who were targeting them.
He knew that there would be black witches in here as the border was where people crossed the lands which were
easy to pick up victims. But he didn’t know he would be facing more than one or two witches. There were six of
them and he was outnumbered. He couldn’t go too far as the place was blocked with two more witches.
“Don’t you think you can run,” said a female, rotating a knife with a hole around her finger. Her eyes set on him
with a smile on her face. Her broken skin and scaly appearance were carried by the rest of them.
“We don’t mean any harm,” the white witch man spoke with sensible words, “We are only crossing by. Let us
through without any harm,” he suggested.
The black witch stopped rotating her fingers around the knives in her hands, “Then you shouldn’t have come here at all.”
Crickets chirped behind the bushes. The breeze of wind picking the leaves that had fallen down in the evening on
the ground, picking and putting it down as they were whisked away in the thick forest.
“We didn’t know the black witches reside here. We will walk by like we never met. I have a job that needs to be
fulfilled,” said the white witch, his eyes darting around the witches who had surrounded him and his son.
The black witch put her knives down, jerking her head and saying, “Alright. Walk by quickly.”
He looked at them, making sure they weren’t going to do anything. Walking by quickly, he placed a hand on his
son’s shoulder. The eyes of the black witches following every movement of theirs and just when they passed the
last one, the man raised his own knife to clash it against the witch who had attacked him.
The knives clanked in the empty forest, one spark flying after another. On the other side, the young boy could
barely keep up with the sudden outpour of the black witches where three of them attacked him. The boy unable
to keep up got a cut on his arm that had him wincing in pain, another knife came sharply before the second
witch who was in front of him drove the knife right through his chest and into his heart.
“No!” screamed the man seeing his son fall down on the ground. The hand clutching his chest, his body fell back on the ground.
He fought the witches, one after another, injuring them but he was no God to be able to deflect every single
black witch who was attacking him. His emotions were out of place after seeing his son lying motionless on the ground.
Kicking the witch who was close to him, he bit into his thumb, drawing blood to have the witch who had spoken
to him raise her eyebrow at him. The man was making use of a black witch’s magic. A white witch making use of
black witch so easily meant he had tapped in the forbidden magic of the white witches.
“What is the point if you turn to a black witch?” she asked him, her snake-like tongue coming out of her mouth
as she spoke, “Don’t you understand? You are outnumbered and you cannot win even with the black magic.”
“I would have avenged for my son’s death,” hate-filled the man’s eyes, “We didn’t mean to attack you. I gave my word.”
“Words don’t matter to us, witcher. You shouldn’t tap into that magic if you want to die as an honorable white
witch. But then witches never have an honorable death,” said the black witch, “Don’t you know, that you weren’t
sent here so we could trap you.”
“What?” the man frowned.
Another black witch walked around him, keeping a good distance away from him but not too far to say, “The
councilman sent you here so we could take those bottles that you have with you. Did you think the Lord had the
time to ask a witcher who lives in Woville for help, when help could be taken by the witches who reside in the land of West?”
His wife had been right…
“The man you thought to be helping you was helping himself for his own reasons and someone in the higher-
ups,” said the black witch, “All we wanted was the bottle that you made, knowing only you can make it, we
wouldn’t want others to have it,” the black witch smacked the man from behind. Beating him until his life passed
out, “Light them up. We don’t want any residue here.”
Back in Woville, the next day, the woman sat on the chair. Seeing her daughter play she looked towards the
window. Hoping that her family would be safe. It was only a matter of time where she would be able to move
away from this village where people looked at them with unwelcoming eyes.
Hearing a knock on the door, she asked,
“Who is it?” but there was no reply to her question. Opening the door carefully to peek out, the door was
suddenly pushed open for the man who had been invited to come back here. She could sense his intentions.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 269 – Sorrowfull sparrow- Part 2
“I should have known,” she said glaring at him. Her hands searched through at the bottom of the drawer to pull
out a sharp knife. Getting up, she saw her daughter who looked at the scene in fear.
“You witches are gullible which is what makes the hunt so easy,” the councilman stepped inside the house. The
white witch pushed herself up to stand, holding the knife tightly in her hand.
“It is not about being gullible, Sir. People don’t deserve the respect and trust that we place which is what makes
you a sc.u.m worse than the black witches,” this irritated the man and he suddenly went up to her, holding down
her hand which had the knife. Twisting it to the point where she had to let go of it due to the immense pain that
shot through her arm.
The little girl looked at her mother and the man wrestling against each other. There was pain on her mother’s
face and she went to the man, pulling him with her weak hands.
One kick on the little girl was enough for her to fall down roughly on the ground. Ester, the little girl saw the man
twist her mother’s hand while she laid on the ground. Wincing like a little puppy who was kicked down.
The councilman started to tear her mother’s clothes, forcing himself upon her as she struggled. In that little time
where her mother pushed the man away, clawing her fingers over the man’s face, she said to her daughter, “Ester,
take the parchment from the cupboard and go to the bridge. Now!” she cried desperately.
The little girl was too shocked, feeling numb where her body refused to move from where she was.
She didn’t know what was happening.
“Sabbi!” her mother called to attention to jerk her head back to see her mother. It was the nickname with what
her mother called. Quickly scrambling towards the cupboard, she went to pull the drawer but it was locked. The
previous night the woman had locked it after her daughter had caught her whispering and mumbling the book
which contained the forbidden magic. But that wasn’t all. There was also the white book which would come to be helpful to her in the future.
The woman seeing that the drawer was closed felt her heart skip a bit, “Run, run! Go to the bridge and never
return!” she screamed at her daughter.
“Mama,” cried the young girl, the man had started to violate the woman, stubbing her mouth with his hand
where tears fell down from her eyes. The girl finally ran from the house leaving the councilman and her mother
behind. Her little feet carrying her away as she ran towards the bridge which was far from where her house was.
Though the woman was a white witch, her powers were limited with her hands that were held down. After some
time passed, the man stood up with the woman who laid on the ground and her eyes wide but her heart still
The councilman then said, “The Lord had nothing to do with it. Do you think the Lord has time for low lives like
yourself, witcher?” he spat on the ground, “Someone from the council wanted the potion to be made and
knowing you were the only people who made it, I came here. Who knew I could trick you so easily,” he laughed
in the end, “With your help, we will be sure to wipe the witches out of these lands,” buckling his pants, he went to
the drawer. Shaking it profusely before picking up the wooden box and throwing it against the wall to have it
broken into pieces.
Picking up the parchments in there he snarled, “Look at this? You deserved what you got. Practicing forbidden magic.”
“My husband will come for you,” she breathed in a whisper.
He turned, looking over his shoulder to say, “If I am not wrong, he is already dead,” the woman looked at him in
shock, her once dull eyes changing to anger. She moved her hands on the ground, making circles and whispering
to receive the attention of the councilman.
“What are you doing?” he asked suspiciously. Suddenly the door shut close and the place lit up in flames, “Let me
out! What are you doing!?” The man spoke in panic, his life being precious to him, he tried opening the door and
kicking it. The windows were shut close. Even though they appeared to look weak, right now it was as if it were
made out of stones.
“Have you heard about the white witch’s vengeance?” the woman asked, slowly picking herself up and sitting
against the wall as the man panicked, “Don’t cross the lines which have been placed. We are good-hearted
people. You hurt me, I shall digest it. You hurt my family,” she looked up at him, his eyes looking back at her, “I
shall burn you even at the cost of my own life,” saying that, the house lit up in the fire.
The little girl in the meantime ran, her breath coming out to be uneven as she followed her mother’s word.
Worried she went back again to the house to only see fire there with horror in her eyes. She stood there for some
time, hoping her mother would appear but she didn’t. Instead the other villagers had been alerted to come and
stand near the burning house. Every piece of object catching fire along with the two people in there until the
entire place was burnt to ash. Not knowing where else to go, she went back to the bridge.
Just when she was a few distances away from the bridge, a thin man came from behind. Hoping to sell the girl to
the slave establishment for some silver coins so that he could buy some bread for himself.
Hearing the snap of a twig behind her, she quickly turned picked up the stone that was in front of her. Before the
man had an opportunity to put the sack on her she used the stone to hit his head. The man fell down but Ester
didn’t run. Remembering what the man had done to her mother, and seeing how her mother had tried to defend
herself, she raised the stone and smashed it right across the man’s head who had fallen dizzy with the first impact
of the stone.
Though small, she continued to hit him repeatedly until the man stopped moving. The base of the stone was
covered in blood. Spots of blood fell on her face as she looked down at the man. Her face had already started to
discolor and change from the smooth skin to the scaly skin.
Getting up and away from the man, her hand loosened on the bloody stone for it to fall down on the ground.
The color on her skin turned distinct and different for what she had done. Some curses didn’t strike right away,
where death could be forgiven when committed by a white witch but sometimes, the time itself was merciless.
A small smile made up her lips, her eyes looking bewildered and she left the scene.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 270 – Hopeful- Part 2
Penelope felt a wash of relief wave over her mind by hearing Damien’s words. She wondered if it was because she
trusted and believed in him right now that helped her ease the anxious nerves in her body.
“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice coming out to be feeble and quiet which Damien heard it anyways.
“Any time,” he responded back, his eyes looking at her lazily.
Her eyes lowered, looking down at his neck which was long and smooth that connected to his shoulders. Looking
back up into his eyes, she saw the red eyes that stared back at her unblinkingly.
“I will remove the corruption from your heart,” she said to have him nod.
“I know you will,” she heard him reply back, one corner of his lips raising him, “Father Antonio doesn’t have spells
regarding the turning toads?”
Penny thought about it before shaking her head, “I don’t think so they have it in there. He said that the black or
forbidden magic is what turns a white witch to a possible black witch, both the witches have their own capability
and lines that are drawn which one cannot extend to reach out to every possible magic that is in the world.”
“That’s sad. We could have your aunt and uncle turn to one for a few hours, maybe a few others too,” he spoke
nonchalantly, “You are the daughter of a white witch and a black witch, did you find out if there is something
more that you can do than the white witches?” he asked, his eyes curious, “It is often said that the genes that
belong to the white witches dominate the black witches leading to an offspring who is white witch.”
“I heard that from Father Antonio the first day I started in the church. He said even though there might be a faint
possibility, the witch turns to be dormant. With no dominant gene of the white or black witch in her which makes
them appear like humans,” Penny stated what she knew. She wondered if it was because most of the black
witches were turned ones.
This made her wonder how her parents had come to meet each other. Was it a forbidden relationship that they
had to hide from the society which was why they had moved away from the village?
She remembered the dream she had a couple of weeks ago. About her and her parents in it. It was possible that
it was a fragment of her memory.
It was also possible that it was part of her dream, a made-up imagination after the need and lack of family
around her. Something that her mind now craved, to be bringing up some made-up figment in her mind but no
matter how she looked at it, there was a possibility that i t wasn’t a dream. It could be a reality in which she had
Lately, everything had fallen to the list of questions, one piling up after another which she had no answer to.
“I want to go somewhere before we go to meet my aunt and uncle,” said Penny, receiving a questioning look
from Damien making him wonder where she wanted to go.
The first question that came out from his lips wasn’t about where, but instead, “What time do you want to go?”
“Can we go after breakfast?”
“Sure,” he answered.
And as Damien gave her his word, he took her to the village back where she and her mother lived. But the
carriage was pulled further away from the village where the forest started. She walked on the forest ground, her
shoes imprinting on the snowy ground which was fresh.
“There’s a riverbank after the forest before the trees continue on the other side,” Penny stated as she walked
through the woods with Damien as he followed behind her. They had pulled the carriage at the beginning of the
forest to be able to walk on their own rather than drag the vehicle around as Penny wasn’t exactly sure.
“There is a river,” Damien confirmed as he walked closely behind her. His eyes scanning the trees for any possible
creature they weren’t expecting. With the law of the council that was placed all around the four lands, creatures
they weren’t aware of and didn’t have truce were often driven into the forest to make a home. The civilized lands
were safe but at the same time, the forest had turned to be dangerous and unsafe, “It is one of the rivers that
again connects to the lake of bones.”
“Isn’t it unsafe?” she questioned her brows furrowing in concern. With the number of bodies that were thrown
one after another, Damien had told her that it was advised to not go near to the shores as it was considered that
the spirits continued to live. One would never know if their body would be pulled in there to never return back
again or to touch the land of the living.
“Hmm, I would say the lake of bones don’t stretch too far even though they are connected to each and every
river or sea. They are more stagnant, though it is still advised to not step into the shallower part of any river or
lakes in the forest,” Damien’s ear picked something behind them as they walked.
His eyes moved to both sides of the corners, his ears perking and picking on the person who was behind them.
With the moment the person was coming, he could tell that it wasn’t a person who wanted to invite them for tea
“Do you know, Penny,” Damien started, his voice turning an octave louder as he said, “The bullets that I bought
recently, I never got to test them out,” he pulled out the gun, pulling the hammer that made a creaking noise.
“We didn’t meet any witches in here or deranged vampires, Master Damien, for you to make use of it,” Penny
replied back mindlessly as she was more focused on finding the rock-like house which was in her dream to notice that they were being followed.