Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 321 – Favourtite on list- Part 2
Penny stepped out of the room, carrying one of the lanterns she had taken from the room. She walked towards
the stairs which was where the secret room was. Her footsteps were quiet and inaudible as she walked. The fire in
the bowls at the top of the pillars had reduced as most of them had gone to work while there were some white
witches who were still working on the weapons made of holy water which had to be delivered early to the council.
While she walked she heard something, footsteps which followed behind her at the sides.
Stopping for a moment, halting her footsteps and turning around wondering if it was her sleep-filled mind that
was playing tricks with her. The church dungeons were quiet which was why she could hear the sound of
footsteps earlier. She placed the lantern in front of her, holding it high but the light couldn’t spread to every part of the ground she stood on as the dungeon itself was quite large.
Penny didn’t know why but she felt like there was something in here which was not supposed to be, something very evil which she could hardly grasp on. It was a feeling which she couldn’t shake.
She wondered if it was because of her dream that gave out the unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach right now. She stood there for a couple of seconds, unmoving and staring at the darkness.
Breathing softly which was the only thing she heard right, she guessed that it was possible that it was another
witch who was only walking by which she hadn’t caught. Ready to turn around, she placed her feet on the other
side ready to walk in the other direction when suddenly she gasped to catch a creature that stood right in front
of her. It was nothing like she had ever seen before. It had horns and wings behind its back, wearing no clothes. It’s teeth jagged which looked like a series of up and down teeth making it look like a saw.
With the flight and fight mode, Penny took two steps back and when the creature came close to her she swung the lantern on its face. Which had the creature stop momentarily that lasted for a second before it opened its mouth, howling that made her cringe.
The sound of a gunshot echoed in the dungeon which was shot right at the creature but the creature escaped, attacking Penny relentlessly as if she was the reason it was here right now.
Penny, on the other hand, looking at its sharp claws and teeth started to run in the other direction.
She ran as fast as she could but whatever this unknown creature was was fast. Clearly faster than her and the gunshot which Damien shot as he and Father Antonio followed them.
“What is that?” asked Damien as he continued to shoot the creature which he had never heard about.
“I think I saw the image of it which was drawn in the secret room but never have I heard of it. Most of the white
witches had the habit of dreaming which was not true. Sometimes it is hard to know what is real and not,” Father Antonio had pulled out his own gun to take a couple of shots at the creature.
The creature was close to Penny as she ran left and right and around the pillars. Damien stopped for a moment,
bringing the gun close to him he aimed at the creature before firing the gun where the creature whined loudly, it
screeching voice making all of them to cover their ears and cringe. Before he could take another shot, the creature jumped into the darkness where its cry suddenly disappeared.
Penny quickly ran to where the other two men were, her hands empty of the lantern which she had been carrying as she had thrown it at the creature which had only angered it more.
“Where did it go?” asked Father Antonio, both the men held their guns at the front. Waiting for the creature to appear but it never did.
Other witches who had heard the cry of the creature who were nearby came with their own lanterns, “Is everything alright, Father Antonio?” asked one of them.
“I think we had a thief slip in here. Can you have a look around here,” he ordered his witchers who nodded and walked all around, going to the places where there had been darkness. Returning back they said,
“There’s no one in here. Would you want us to look at the chapel?”
“No, that would not be necessary. You can go back. We will be here,” he assured his people, a smile up on his lips
as he sent them away. Once they were gone the smile fell down instantly, “Lady Penelope, might you know who that was?”
“Someone who was trying to kill me?” she asked unsurely.
Damien rolled his eyes at the question as well as the reply Penny came up with, he turned to look at Father Antonio, “You think they are her relatives that she would know about?”
Father Antonio shrugged his shoulders, a smile on his like he meant no harm,
“You said it has been filed in the secret room. Take us there,” Damien demanded the priest.
The white witcher sighed, “You need to learn to be polite, Young master Damien, this is not-”
“I can drag you there if it is necessary,” Damien cut in not in the mood to chit chat.
“Of course, I was only going to ask you to follow me,” said Father Antonio. Penny offered the man an apologetic smile.
Taking another look around, they went to the secret which the white witches had built that unknown to a lot of
people and known only to some. Some of the newly joined witches to the church were unaware of it as the members of the church didn’t believe until their worth was proven.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 322 – Favourtite on list- Part 3
Reaching the secret room, Father Antonio started to search for a book as he stepped in front of the racks of the books, “What are we looking for?” asked Penny so that she could make herself useful.
Penny could hardly catch a breath. One thing happened after another without a break where she had finally
learned to keep herself ready and on her toes. Last morning she had thought it was going to be a quiet day but
who knew that she would first have Mr. Reverale holding her throat threateningly and then it was her dream
about her mother and her, and now this. She knew deep down there was no running away from it. She had to
fight whatever was thrown at her else this life that she had would kill her before she would even know about it.
“It is a historical book. I remember very faintly that this creature was recorded in one of the books but I don’t
remember which one,” answered Father Antonio who was skimming through the books.
The three of them pulled and checked most of the books that held the headings regarding the historically
recorded events or information by the first white witches. There were hundreds of books in here, some which she
had missed seeing as it was covered by a sliding wall. Was this another secret hidden place inside the already
hidden room? Asked Penny to herself as she went through the books but even after an hour had passed, they weren’t able to find anything regarding it.
“Are you sure it is in here and not somewhere out in the local library?” Damien asked Father Antonio as they went through the next set of books which could possibly have the information about the creature.
Father Antonio said, “I am definitely sure the book is somewhere in here,” in Penny’s eyes she could tell that they
would be sitting in here until the morning arrived as going through all the books was no easy task. They were
already looking at the possible historical books but ending the book was left in disappointment before they picked up another set of books to check.
She paused for a moment. Taking a step back as if she knew if they thought it through finding the book wouldn’t
be that difficult. The creature was something none of them knew about but Father Antonio spoke about it, saying
there was something written about it in this very room yet it was hard to find it with three of them going through the books.
Penelope first wondered why the creature had come. Was it to only hurt her? Because when Damien had shot fire
on it, the creature never turned to attack him but it was her that it focussed on as if she was the intended target.
She couldn’t help but think about where she was lucky in some things, the very same way life was trying to
balance it out by sending things like this after her. First, her mother wanted her dead and still did. And now this
unheard and unseen creature was after her. She had apparently turned to a favorite to kill on the list.
Picking up a new book she hadn’t turned the pages yet, she wondered why though. Why would the creature ever want her for? If being a white witch was an answer then she would tell there were many other white witches in this very church. So that wasn’t the answer.
And then something clicked in her mind.
Penny hadn’t read a lot of things that were in here and having read just a few books, she remembered something from the scroll of parchments she had borrowed a week ago.
Getting up quickly, she tried remembering where she had placed the parchments after reading them and
bringing them in here. Looking around the stacks of parchments, her hands traced up and down before pulling
them out finally. Noticing it was the same ones which she was looking for, she turned the parchment sheets until she came to a particular one.
‘….life circling back to where it all began.
That is what we all think. What if there is something more, beyond the walls we thought was all it was. Death is the end, but also a beginning. The guarded creatures of the world, the possibility where we are yet to explore and find.
White witches have been theorizing the worlds but the word is only laughable when it is heard by another. There
is something more than what our world runs in and on. We here seek power yet there’s another who plays the puppeteer in the shadows…’
She took it to Father Antonio, giving it to him and asking, “Do you know what this is? What the white witch was referring to?” her eyes appeared bright and alive.
The white witcher adjusted his glasses, reading the parchment. A frown formed on his face, “About the daily utilization of mushrooms?” he asked perplexed.
“What?” Penny asked confused about what he was reading. Where was mushrooms in the parchments in there? “No not that, the one about the guards,” she said wanting him to find the right line.
“The parchment speaks about the wild mushrooms. Mushrooms that you can eat and the ones that you are not
supposed to eat,” Father Antonio who was holding the parchment, looked up from it. He wondered if it was
something she suddenly had a doubt about in the middle of the night while looking for the creature.
Damien took the parchments from the white witcher’s hand and read, confirming it indeed was about mushrooms.
Penny herself looked confused, she took the parchments back to read what was written in there which spoke
nothing about the mushrooms. What was going on? Were they playing a prank on her? Staring at their faces it didn’t look like they were in the mood to joke right now.
Had the white witch who had written this put a spell on it which hid the actual written content in here?