Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 331 – Cookbook- Part 1
The servants and the other guards continued to search the intruder who had killed the master of this mansion.
Councilman Creed was a popular man, maybe the opposite of how Damien was as he was never found in the
frontline of any scandalous or rumored news in the council. If he were to ask to decipher on the matter further,
there were some people who fell in the very same line.
Walking up the floors where the mansion was built high and wide, he stepped into the room to find the man
lying near the patio of the room. Both the doors of the patio were wide open and Councilman Creed laid on the
floor, lifeless with his eye wide open, lips parted and unmoving but the eye-catching detail was that there was no
wound that had been caused outwardly. If it were a human, one would call it to be an attack on the heart but
pureblooded vampires didn’t experience this. They weren’t superior beings for no reason.
Pureblooded vampires were stronger than the usual vampires and humans, given that they could die but this
looked as if something that had occurred in the past too.
“It doesn’t look like anyone harmed him,” Damien said walking towards the body and bending to have a closer
look as he squatted on the floor.
“Master Creed had asked the butler to prepare his meal as he was out and late working in the council,” said the
“Was that what he told?” Damien questioned him.
“Ah, yes, Sir. He said he had been tired with the council work and exhausted too. When the butler came to call
him for dinner, knowing when master Creed finishes his bath, he found a shadow jump out of the patio before
master fell on the floor.”
“How long has it been since this happened?”
“Fifteen minutes before you arrived, Sir.”
“Hmm,” Damien touched the man’s neck at first. Feeling no pulse which a pureblooded vampire had unlike the
average vampires, he then traced and placed the palm of his hand on his chest where the heart usually beat.
Clearly the man was not alive but he could feel a certain dip in the expanse of the chest when he placed another
hand. Another heart exploding case which would be considered and added into rare disease thought Damien to
himself. Lord Nicolas could honor with the name of the disease as it was surely his doing.
Not that he cared about it, but he wanted to torture the man. He was disappointed that he couldn’t torture this
one. The only people who knew about the case and warrant that was going to be issued were the three people
he had a meeting with.
Turning to the servant he said, “Could you fetch me a glass of water?” The servant nodded his head and left the
room. Leaving Creed in the other councilman’s hands. With the servant gone, Damien’s hand moved towards the
dead man’s face, pulling up the eye-patch that the man had hidden for years now. The color of the iris was back
in color while the other one remained to be red.
He was right. The man was a corrupted vampire who had helped the black witches as well as the switchers. He
would have stayed alive if he hadn’t taken the risk of buying Euphorine from the black market but even the wise
and cunning members of the society made mistakes.
Damien barely cared for what was going to happen with the death of councilman Creed. The man would be put
under another added case of the unknown disease which would ultimately close the entire matter and be swept
under the mat.
The servant returned back with the glass of water by this time Damien had let go of the eye-patch and stood up, leaving the body behind him.
“Do you mind if I got through the room?” he would go through it anyways but it was sometimes nice to ask them
to have them oblige to his words. Damien went through the closets and drawers. Checking under the bed and
every corner where he didn’t find any hint of the euphorine which the man would have bought. Of course, it was never for him but for the black witches.
“Unfortunately, your master has passed away. We’ll see what can be done with respect to finding that shadow
which one of you caught. In the meantime, I would ask you to call his family and other relatives so that we can
prepare and send the man away in peace,” said Damien returning back the glass. The servant looked sad, his
shoulders drooping not that Damien cared.
Walking down the spiral stairs, something caught his eyes. It was a series of books that were placed in the rack in
one of the rooms which came right after the hall. This time not asking, he walked forward and stepped into the
room with the servant who followed him closely. Damien didn’t know why but having the servant follow him right
now so closely felt nothing less to a lost puppy following him.
Ignoring the presence, he walked towards the shelves. If there was something that was intriguing about a
mansion, it was the books the owner collected. His eyes raked in, moving past one book after another.
“I didn’t know, councilman Creed was a reader,” he commented.
“He loved collecting different and odd books.”
Odd? “What kind?” Damien continued with the chatter. Pulling out one of the books from there to read, the title
inside read – How to grow a mushroom. Wasn’t that an interesting title.
“He liked collecting books regarding vegetables,” and that was strange? Asked Damien to himself, “Master Creed
never ate vegetables, neither did he grow any,” the servant scratched his neck nervously for letting out the secrets of his master.
“What did he eat then?” Damien picked another book that spoke about onions. This reminded him of Penny. The
more books he read the more vegetables he found. It was indeed an interesting collection of books.
“Only meat. Usually raw meat.”
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Raddish, cabbage, turnips were the other books which were present along with the onion and mushroom which
he had found. It made Damien curious as to why a pureblooded vampire who didn’t eat vegetables as his servant
said would have these books with him. Nobody ever collected things that were irrelevant to them. It was always relevant.
“I would take these with me,” Damien sated carrying the books in one hand.
The servant looked at him quizzically, “Are you interested in cultivating the vegetables, Sire?”
“No, these will go to the council. We need to make sure it wasn’t what he ate but that someone really was in
here. I don’t think the person would go too far away if the person really exists,” No. The person would be long
gone, far away from where evidence never came into the picture, “You said he ate meat. What is it from the very
beginning?” he inquired, raising his brow at the servant who had his hands folded in front of him.
“It has been like that since I started serving Master Creed, Sire,” the servant replied to his question.
“And how long has it been since you started to work here?”
“As long as I can remember. My parents had been working here and then it was me,” the servant didn’t know why
but Damien’s question made him sweat. Was the man doubting that he was the one who killed his master? “I
didn’t kill master Creed,” the servant blurted like an idiot.
“Says every murderer. We should collect some of your samples so that we can run the test if the culprit is right
here in the mansion,” Damien said in such a straight face that had the servant look at him in shock. He then chuckled.
It seemed like Creed had been corrupted for a long time. But having only meat, he couldn’t help but ask, “How was it cooked? The meat.”
“He liked it raw,” Damien wondered if it was the corruption or the nature of the man. Raw was good but too
much of rawness wasn’t entirely digestible when it came to the pureblooded vampires.
In Quinn’s mansion, Penny had been up and waiting for Damien. She had been so used to having him around at
this hour that she couldn’t help herself but look at the clock every now and then. With her knees drawn close to
her chest and her chin resting on her knees she heard the sound of the snow blizzard that had only started to
begin. The whirring of the windows as the cold air tried to get in shook softly.
She yawned tiredly. Waiting for Damien to arrive whilst she waited for him. Watching the clock move with her
eyes beginning to droop down slowly until she fell asleep in that position.
When Damien arrived back home and into his room, he found Penelope sleeping as she sat on the bed with her
arms around her legs and her head on her knees. What was she doing sleeping like that? Her eyes opened
groggily and she raised her head up at the sight of him.
“You’re late,” she said yawning again. Letting her hands go which was around her legs, she folded them.
“How sweet of my mouse,” Damien walked towards her, leaning and leaving a kiss on her cheek, “Don’t wait up
for me and get to bed. You will look like a corpse if you keep missing out on sleep,” he gave her look which told
her that he knew what was going on. Even though Penny wanted to find out more about her mother and her,
wanting to know what else had been hidden, she was still worried to discover what she would come to know. The
disappointment and pain which she felt last time still resided in her mind which she was trying to cope with.
Noticing the books in his hands, she asked him, “What are those? Council books?” She knew that Damien read a
book occasionally at night before he went to sleep but those were too many books. And didn’t he just get a set of books last week?
“These my dear are all about the vegetable you will need to know. From your very own favourite onion to carrot and many more vegetables.”
“Are you planning to cook?” she asked him wondering if he had bought cookbooks to cook.
“Do you want me to?”
“You tell me?”
“It would be hard to believe that you can cook. Oh, I know what will be your top dish,” she said nodding her head to herself.
“What is that?”
“Hot freshly taken floating fingers,” she said before coughing in the end.
“My my, was that a dig at me?” he asked, his eyes narrowing down at her. Penny grinned looking at him, “These
are for you actually. I thought it is only right for you to start learning how to cook and what to prepare. We can
start with onion,” he said opening one of the books, he started to read from it, “Onions can be diced or sliced,
fermented to bring in flavours or fried until they are turned brown.”
“I don’t think I have ever come across a book which speaks about onion for hundreds of pages,” she muttered under breath.
“Here, why don’t you check what is the best dish,” he said handing the book to her. Penny took hold of the book,
turning it around and looking down to read,
‘Circles have been one of the most important figures when it comes to the incantation of the ritual. It holds down
the energy which has been derived when it comes to the sacrificial ground…’
This was no cookbook, she looked up at Damien who was watching her.
“This isn’t a cookbook,” she said looking down again to read some more lines. Damien said,
“It looks like the white witches have created more than one book which has been falsified and doesn’t fall under
the normal eye that can be read. If there is one thing I can say, they had a thing for vegetables.”
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Penny took the other books which Damien was holding with him right. Her hands flipping through every page
one by one where she tried to read and understand the bits and pieces that this was another hidden script of
books by the white witches.
“Where did you find these?” she asked him curiously.
“One of the councilmen had these stored in his library. Though I doubt the man ever came to know or decipher what it was.”
“He must have known these books had some sort of codes,” Penny who was done with flipping the pages raised
her head to look up at Damien, “He allowed you to take them with you?”
“The man died. I didn’t kill him,” he added, sitting on the bed and picking up the book of turnip, “Someone had
him killed before we could go check the mansion and interrogate the man. Yes, he must have known about them
but he was never able to decipher and understand what it meant until now if he still continued to keep it out in the open.”
“Why was the man killed?” Damien had returned back to the mansion late, making her wonder how important or
delicate the case was which he was handling.
“He got two of the councilmen killed with some others. Also having sent the switcher to one of the houses where
the chosen alignment of stars took place,” he informed her, reading the parchment of paper that spoke about
breaking the vegetable and smashing it with a hammer. How odd, “He sent it on the word of the black witches.
Can you tell me what the books are about?” he asked to have her nod immediately.
Her eyes started to scan and as she read one after another, moving across the pages, she said, “They speak about
summoning the spirits, about the incantation where you draw and mark the area for different kinds of energy.
Both the white witch and the black witch have the ability to draw and channel the energy which requires
sacrificial object which was why the white witches opted out of it, swearing to their fellow sisters to say on how
they would never come to use it and taint themselves with the unholy lands and words that come from there,”
she then moved to another book, quickly skimming through to say,
“This one…it speaks about animals and other kinds…” she trailed, her brow knitting together which continued to
speak about the animal. Turning the page she read, “Ah, spider. It speaks about cunningness and its way to trap others. The lone spider-”
“I think we found treasure,” Damien interrupted her, “The book is about moon signs. What does it say apart from
the animalistic behavior with their descriptions.”
“Hold on,” she started to move one page after another, pushing it until she finally came almost to an end, “There
is different handwriting here which is different when compared to who wrote this book. I think there were empty
pages that have been filled.”
“What does it say?”
Penny leaned closer to the book as the writing was much smaller here as if it were made sure that everything that needed to be said was put in here.
She then read out loud, her voice soft on the crackling fire from the fireplace,
“The book you have found is not something you should have been able to find, and if you are reading this, it
means the stars have aligned themselves and death is close, knocking at every door which is what will happen. I
write this in a state of haste where the hour is dark and it is where the hand of the time shows to the left. We all
hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t happen and if it has it means ill omens are bound to descend down the lands
which you live in. The time is going to be dark and I fear that nothing will come to life and there will be nothing but death.”
“If you have found this book it also means you have found the other sister and brothers of it. With what they are,
they walk together. Where there is darkness, there is light and where there is both, there is the shadow to look
for. The shadows are where you need to be cautious about.”
“I have been unable to burn these books as they are under the protection of my older sister but I wish if you find
these that you burn them until the very ash that remains. The world is not safe where we can bestow what we
have found and learned. The more we learn the more we fall into the pit of darkness which we cannot return or turn back in time.”
As she looked down the writing was much worse than the previous one where her eyebrows knitted together in
concentration, “…The moon signs are part of every creature, witches, vampires and the rest that have been
derived by nature. What we started as an intriguing subject was only later discovered that there was a trail of
death in it. A path of darkness which we didn’t realize we had carved. Yet, we are not allowed to burn what we
have found or we are unable to do so. Every sign provides a link to fate, like a puzzle that can be made use of to
create nothing but destruction and annihilation of all the creatures except for the black witches. I don’t know but
I see my sister change day by day. Her appearance and speech, her thoughts which once were calm are now volatile.”
Penny sighed, “The rest is scribbled and I cannot read them,” it was the time of midnight and her brain could not
process the gibberish writing, “The sister must have tapped into the forbidden magic and had started to turn to a black witch.”
“They must have created the books in their interest but it must have turned to be useful for the black witches.”
After a while, Penny asked, “Will you be handing these to the council or the church?”
“The council and the church has no use for it. I doubt anyone will be interested in how to cook vegetables.”
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When morning arrived, Penny was up and ready with the books. Reading as she held a quill in her hand, making
star marking which she felt to be important. All the books which Damien read to be about vegetables were
nothing but a book filled with the secrets of the white witches. It seemed like they had created a series of books
which in the name of vegetables when in truth each of it had its topic which was completely different from the normal eye.
Every word and every line that was marked in the pages was important. There was an explanation on how to
create a ritual, how to spill magic on the lands, how to draw out blood and track a person out. It was almost a
treasure that Damien had stumbled upon when he had gone to the councilman’s house.
For a man to collect it, did it mean he knew about it? Damien had told her on how the man was responsible for
deaths that took place in the council, was it supposed to be shared with the witches. If the witches did know
about the existence of the falsified books, then there was a higher chance of them stealing the books for their
own use but maybe they did see the books but they never got to read the actual content that was present.
Turning the pages, she continued to read but there were a few things that didn’t make sense. At times she had to
go look up another book to understand what it meant. Penny was sure that these books were written by the very
same witches who were burnt here before the church was rebuilt. It was a mystery how the secret room survived the fire. She read the lines,
‘One of the very first few magic we happened to tap to find about the forbidden magic was ‘harvesting energy’.
We started by placing objects we considered to be dear to us, throwing it in the fire which was replaced to
something else. And every time we pushed forth with the minimalistic ritual, it was aimed for a higher energy
source for a greater need until the time where we replaced the objects with animals.’
Penny could only imagine that in time, the witches had moved from using animals to bigger beings like humans.
She studied the transformation figures, the circles, and lines, trying to understand what each of them
represented. Some lines formed to a triangle while others were small that were placed around the circle, but there was always a circle.
Hearing the knock on the door, she turned towards the door to find it was Lady Maggie who had arrived at the door.
“Good morning, Penelope,” she greeted her, “Oh, are you busy?” she asked seeing the books that surrounded
Penny on the bed, “What are you reading?” she asked curiously as she stepped into the room. Damien had gone
down to greet one of the councilmen who had come to the mansion to take up the report about what happened to the dead councilman.
“Good morning, Lady Maggie. Uh, just some books on vegetables,” she shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing important.
“Hmm? Are you both planning weddings so that you both can play husband and wife?” Lady Maggie asked with
one glance at the books and then looking back up at Penelope who looked red, “I take that my assumption was wrong.”
“…” Penelope didn’t add any words so that she wouldn’t add any fuel to the existing fire of words.
“Well, I came here hoping you would like to accompany me to one of the tea party. Don’t worry it is completely
safe and with only ladies who are attending it. So Damien doesn’t have to be jealous,” but Lady Maggie doubted
that Damien was the jealous type, “You don’t have to agree out of compulsion. Come if you are free,” said the Lady.
It wasn’t that she had any specific plans today and Damien had been busy since the wake of the early morning of
the day with the councilmen coming and going as it seemed that the man who was killed was an important
person. They were holding a funeral for him soon to pay the last respects.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Penny answered to receive a pleasant smile where the lady appeared to be delighted.
“Okay, then. Shall I see you down at eleven?” Lady Maggie asked to receive a nod. Returning back the nod, Penny saw Lady Maggie step out of the room.
“Cooking for Damien,” Penny spoke under her breath before going back to read the inscription as there was plenty of time for the clock to strike eleven.
When the clock did strike eleven, Penny had got ready by then and she turned to look at Damien who appeared
to be reading the notes she had made. With the information that was hidden to others, she had written a few
things about the circles and the lines but a lot more about the moon signs as that was something Damien had
been interested in earlier. He laid on his side on the bed.
“Do you think this is okay?” she asked him, her hand touching her hair so that it didn’t stick out strangely.
“Yes, it looks fine,” he said without looking up from the sheets and having his eyes on the parchments which she
had written. Penelope sighed. It wasn’t like people would take in her appearance badly as Penny knew she was
pretty. With a pretty face and expensive dress, also with the person who she was going, she knew no one would
question her but females were always spiteful.
His sister Maggie had told that she was inviting her because it had only females in there which made her wonder
if Damien was the jealous type. Wanting to test, she said,
“Oh, I wonder who I will meet there. Did you know before I was brought here, I often heard about how the
servants who worked in the sheds were handsome. There was also a book apparently but I wasn’t well versed
when it came to reading back then.”
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“You should aim higher, mouse. What’s with looking at servants. If you want to check out men I have a wonderful
place that might delight your eyes and be a feast for your eyes. Would you be interested in it?”
Penny looked at skeptically, her hands now crossed over her chest as she wondered what he had on his mind,
“Okay,” she nodded her head but Penny didn’t know what Damien had on his mind.
Damien gave her a bright smile, “My sister is waiting for you. Have fun, mouse,” he cheered for her waving his
hand which had the parchments.
As she stepped out of the room, she asked herself- how could Damien not be jealous of a man? Was he not the
possessive type? She frowned thinking about it. Meeting Lady Maggie down at the start of the stairs where she
was trying to make her dress proper, Penny smiled at the Lady.
Though she was older than her and a pureblooded vampire, she was still a person with a heart and had given her
the opportunity to have her come along to the tea party. Looking up from her dress and letting her hands rest on
her dress, Lady Maggie complimented her,
“You look lovely, Penelope.”
“You look lovely yourself,” she bowed her head and the lady returned it back. Now that Penny had been turned
into one of the fine ladies of the society her stature expected some respect in return too.
They started to walk when Lady Maggie said, “The weather is cold. Are you sure you don’t want to carry a coat
with you?” Penny nodded her head.
“I will be fine.”
“If you say so. Come, the carriage is already here waiting for us.”
On their way to Lady Maggie’s acquaintance’s invited mansion, Penny could see the slight nervousness that
surfaced upon the lady’s face. At first, she ignored it thinking it was nothing but when the time increased as they
hadn’t reached the mansion, she asked,
The woman turned her head to look at Penny and her hand had stopped tapping on her leg, “Yes?”
“Are you alright?” she could clearly see the distress that was hovering on her face, “You can tell me if something
is bothering you. I am a very good listener,” she offered her a warm smile.
“I am fine. Thank you, Penelope,” Lady Maggie smiled back and looked forward. Penny wondered what was
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bothering the lady. She had been fine while leaving the mansion but right now she looked as if she were trying to
cover the distress. It didn’t seem like she would tell her anything as they weren’t exactly close and were only bonding now.
Reaching the mansion, both the ladies stepped out of the carriage. Penny could only silently look at Lady Maggie
who took in a deep breath and released it without noticing that Penny was looking at her.
Out of curiosity, Penny inquired, “Lady Maggie, who does this mansion belong to?” it wasn’t huge as she had
seen until now, a humble-looking mansion which was smaller than usual.
“It belongs to Mrs. Crantlane. Her daughter is one of my very close friends.”
Penny made an O shape on her mouth. Heading inside the mansion, they were greeted by the servants and the
two women who had been invited like them.
“Oh, Lady Maggie, you are here!” a young woman came to wound her hands around her waist, “I am so glad to
see you here,” the girl appeared to be younger than Lady Maggie and maybe around Penny’s age if one left the
detail about the red eyes.
“How have you been doing, Dessy?” Lady Maggie patted the girl’s head, her hand gently moving back and forth.
“I have been doing well but I missed you. I am happy to have you here,” the girl caught hold of Lady Maggie’s
hand where the lady let the young girl drag her. The other three women followed them that included Penelope.
Taking a seat in the room, the women conversed with each other and strangely Penny found their company to be
much decent when compared to the ones where Damien was invited to take part.
An hour passed where it looked like the young girl Dessy was trying to catch up with Maggie like it had been
years since they had last spoken or seen each other, where the latter was true. Once in a while, Lady Maggie’s
eyes would shift to look at the entrance of the room which had no door. Her face looking nervous which the others didn’t notice.
When the time for snacks arrived, the maid entered the room to offer the guests suddenly a male voice boomed at the entrance,
The young girl looked at the man with a startled expression, a frown already forming on her cute face. He had
blond hair and was tall in appearance, carrying two scrolls in his hands, “What did I say about bringing her here?”
The man then turned to look at Lady Maggie, his eyes full of hate, “Have you no shame, coming here when I
forbid you to enter or come anywhere near me?”
Penny looked back and forth to look at the man who appeared to be furious by the mere presence of Lady
Maggie. Lady Maggie, on the other hand, appeared hurt but she covered it with a strong, her hand clutching.
“I was the one who invited, Lady Maggie. She came for me and not on your accord,” Dezzy replied back, taking the blame on her, “Don’t scold her.”
“I shouldn’t. She has been dead for some time now,” the man’s words broke Maggie’s heart and her hands that were clutching softly slowly let go.
The other women hid their vile smile which was directed towards Lady Maggie.
“We are here by ourselves, Sven. You can do your work and I will do mine,” Dessy continued to stand her ground which didn’t sit well with the man.
“Do you think I would allow a woman like her, a murderer to be around my sister? Have you lost your mind?” the
man named Sven asked his sister, glaring at her and then at Maggie.
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“Dessy, go to your room. The Tea Party is over. You,” the man said looking at Maggie, “Out of the house. You have
some nerve to show your face here after what you did.”
Penny by now understood who this man was, he was Lady Maggie’s fiance. The man who broke her heart while
cheating with the servant girl of Quinn’s family. She could see how guilty Maggie looked and sad with every word
he uttered. It could be seen clearly that he despised the vampiress with his sheer strength. Finally dawning in her
mind as to why she had been nervous since they had stepped into the carriage.
“What? I am not a child!” Dessy huffed which was when Lady Maggie interrupted.
“Dessy, it’s alright. I will leave,” she said, a stoic smile on her lips which was tight. Dessy looked extremely guilty.
She had lied to Lady Maggie, giving her hope in the letter that her brother still loved her as he hadn’t been with a
woman, “Apologies for entering your home. I came here to meet Dessy and not you,” Lady Maggie spoke, her
eyes hardening as she looked at him.
It wasn’t that she was dying to meet him or had come to see him. It was true that Maggie loved him despite what
he did to her and out of wrath she had killed the maid. She was rightful where she was and to him, he was right
as he loved the woman, but cheating on her was something that was not right and he had no right to accuse her.
“Don’t show me your face,” the man gritted his teeth.
“I didn’t get to speak about it before but let me tell you this- it wasn’t my fault for what happened in the past. If you didn’t want to marry me all you had to do was tell me. I would have at least tried to understand.”
“Understanding should have come when you found out, trying to speak to me and the maid and not rip her into
pieces like she were not a living person,” Sven huffed in disgust, “What I did was cheating on you. Yes. But what
did you do? You ended someone’s life.”
“I had the right at that time. You were my fiance-”
“By words, I wasn’t your husband,” he interrupted her.
“Do you know what you did?” Lady Maggie asked, and even Penny who was sitting a little away could hear the
heartbreak, “If you weren’t serious you shouldn’t have even been engaged to me. You had the time to call it off.
But instead, you went behind my back and made out and promised another girl. A girl who worked in my
mansion as a maid! Don’t you dare call me a murderer for what you did? If you hadn’t done anything like that,
the girl would have still been alive.”
The pureblooded vampire male angrily threw the scrolls on the ground, his eyes blazing red and anger, “You
killed her, shredded her to pieces. What sort of treatment is that? Do you think you can cover up the crimes for
what you did by lying to others? But you know damn well yourself for what you did and I don’t have to say it to
remind you what you did. I don’t know what Dessy said to you that had you come here but I will appreciate it if
you never came to our doorstep.”
“I have no interest in looking at a man who can cheat after promising something and doing something else. It is
better that I don’t get involved with you,” she threw shade on him.
“If you really didn’t you wouldn’t have agreed to come here. How shameful that the woman cannot even keep
her own word,” the man spoke back.
“Look who is speaking about keeping words. You are a coward, Sven, for not being a man and not making up your mind, leading two women by your actions.”
While both of them stared at each other in silence, Dessy looking guilty and sorry for what happened, staring at
the floor in shame, Penelope picked the scroll that was lying near her which Sven had thrown out of anger.
Taking the scroll in her hand, she didn’t give it away as both Lady Maggie and the man continued to glare for
what had happened in the past where they held onto the bitter things that had taken place.
With it coming half done from its roll where something like drawing could be seen, she unrolled it to look at the
houses that were drawn. There were little houses and buildings yet the detail which was provided was quite a lot.
The lady and the gentleman continued to argue to their heart’s content which they hadn’t been able to do a few
years ago when a deep frown formed on Penny’s forehead as she continued to look at the houses and when she
stared at it without focussing on one part, she asked the pureblooded vampire,
“Excuse me,” she interrupted them, looking at the man she asked, “This- is this a new draft of the city that needs to be built?” she asked him.
The man gave her a blank look, wondering what a human was doing here, “The city has already been built.”
“What?” Penny whispered, “Where is it?”
“It comes after the border of Bonelake and near to Woville,” he answered her back.
Seeing Penny’s expression change to worry, Lady Maggie walked to Penny and asked, “Are you alright?”
“Ah, I think we need to go back to the mansion,” Penny felt her head feeling dizzy, “I am sorry but I will need to
borrow these blueprint. I shall return it to you tomorrow,” she said to Mr. Crantlane. Lady Maggie heeded to her
words and they left the mansion of Crantlane.
Once they reached the mansion, Penny went to find Damien and pulled him to the room.
“What’s the matter?” he asked her as she pulled one of the books which he had brought last night, turning and
flipping the pages before opening the scroll which she had borrowed from Mr. Crantlane.
“This, the circles and the lines. They match. I think the whole town is going to go under a massacre,” she breathed the words out in worry.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 337 – Massacre- Part 1
Damien sat down on the bed where Penny had spread the parchment of the town design as well as the book
which she had been meaning to refer to. He looked at the architecture which was written and drawn in detail. It
was a beautiful build if one ignored what Penny just said.
Obviously he couldn’t read what was written in the book but he heard what Penny had to say as she ran her hand
around the parchment, “There are no evident lines and circles but if you look close to the plumbing facility which
has only been introduced. The houses here have been used to match the others, but if you take a closer look,
they are aligned together,” going to fetch the quill, she came back to mark a line, “This here, the plumbing with
other facilities being provided looks like a mesh but beneath it, it forms a circle right here.”
“What kind of markings are these? There are plenty of rituals,” Damien stared at the architecture.
“Apart from the circle, we have a triangle that forms like a star. Moving from one corner to another. Have the people been moved back here?”
“We will need to check that,” he turned the parchment, searching for the name on who built this one. He read
‘Jerome Wells’. He knew the man. He was an average vampire, brother of Elliot Wells who worked with his cousin Alexander.
Damien went to the wall where a wire which was wrapped with satin that connected to the bell for the butler to
know when he would be needed. Shortly, Durik arrived, knowing on the door.
“Master Damien, what can I do for you?” asked the butler politely.
“Bring the man named Jerome Wells here. Tell him it is urgent and relates to the matter of the council,” Damien
ordered the butler. For a second Durik had decided that another man’s fingers would be chopped off like the
other day. He was worried to invite a man here after what happened to Mr. Reverale.
“Yes, master,” the butler left right away.
“If the people have already moved and the massacre hasn’t taken place even though the markings have been
done, it means that they are waiting for something else to fall in place before the massacre takes place. Did you
find any other criteria or ingredient that is required?” Penny pulled the book close to her lap and started to flip
the pages, trying to catch important lines as she read.
Her finger went through some lines before she finally reached what was necessary for certain rituals to take place.
There was just too much information here and remembering it was hard, “I found it. For the massacre to take
place, it is necessary that it is done under the light of the moon,” as it had been snowing, the clouds were heavy
in the sky which made her wonder if the ritual would take place in this weather, “The lines and circle with the star
will have enough energy to draw in and cause deaths.”
“What are they aiming for?”
She blinked, “They want to open the magic which was previously closed by the white witches. The first generation
white witches had taken away many powers that left the black witches handicapped. They are trying to bring it back to this world.”
“This world?” Damien raised his brow, “What other world do we have?” he questioned in curiosity.
Penny had already read this in the morning as it had been one of the most interesting things than the usual
theory that was recorded in the books. She had also come across it in the book of ‘mushrooms’.
“The white witches spoke about the shadows, they said though everything looks the same all of them don’t come
from the same place. There is a kind that lurks in the dark, something similar to death which cannot be killed,
some have evolved while some stayed just as they were. There are different worlds and one of them is where we are now.”
“Did anyone ever cross dimensions?” Damien had never heard about it. He doubted that the first generations of
the pureblooded vampires even knew about it.
Penny shrugged her shoulders, “I haven’t come across it where someone has crossed it. They have caught
shadows moving and that is why they brought up their theories.”
“Theories,” he turned towards the window, looking at the clouds in the sky, “A shadow won’t move until the
object moves. There cannot be a shadow if there is no object, to begin with. Being part of the world or another is
something that is hypothetical.”
“Do you think the creature belongs to our own world? Or the portal where the black and white witch is tapped
during the hour of glass?” Penny pressed her lips in this line.
“We haven’t seen anything and we don’t hold any proofs to if it is true. Unless someone does get in contact and
goes to the other world which the white witches speak of. Most of us are aware of the first generation of white
witches how paranoid they could get.”
“What do you mean?” Penny had heard about humans considering witches, in general, to be crazy.
Damien rubbed the back of his neck, “It is because the first witches were experimented or experimented on
themselves to find out more about themselves. You need to remember that it was the white witches who started
the sacrifices and not the black witches. First came the white witches and then came the black witches. Currently,
it is like scolding the child without realizing that it was the parent’s fault. It has already been mentioned on how
worried one of the white witch was in the book because their object of sacrifice went from using non-living objects to living beings.”
Penny couldn’t help herself but feel bad that she was a white witch now. Out of all the creatures she had turned
to be a white witch, “You aren’t like them, Penny. It was the first generation of witches who came to exist along with the pureblooded vampires. You will never turn like them.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 338 – Massacre- Part 2
Penny and Damien had taken the parchment to the study room when the butler came in with a man who had
designed the architecture of the entire town.
“Master Damien, Jerome Wells is here,” the butler announced, bowing his head and then walking out of the room
leaving the curly black-haired man. Penny noticed that the man was a vampire, his features humble in
appearance where he stood with a questioning expression on his face.
“Damien Quinn,” Damien gave his hand to the man and the man shook back. He looked at Penny and said, “This is Penelope.”
“Jerome Wells,” the man introduced which they already knew, “I heard it was something about the council?”
“Yes. Please take a seat, Mr. Wells,” Damien raised his hand pointing towards the empty seat at the front of the
desk. As Jerome took a seat, he caught his own architectural designed blueprint of one of the towns which he
had been asked to rebuild a few months ago, “I believe you recognize this?” Damien asked the man.
“Yes, this is my own,” Jerome answered, his expression still confused as to why he was called.
“I am aware of your work in high society, you have a good name when it comes to building and remodeling
houses. Could you tell us how you came up with this design and what was the need to demolish the villages?” he
asked the man who sat in front of him.
Penny stood near the wall, her hand crossed against her chest as she waited for the man to speak. The man
looked genuinely confused but one could never say when it came to the part to act to know if the person was
lying or speaking the truth. She wondered if he had anything to do with the witches as he now claimed to have
done this blueprint but then again, which idiot ever accepted that they were the ones to do the markings?”
The man named Jerome smiled, “Mr. Quinn you should already be aware that we architects at least one like me
don’t have permission to demolish the villages. It comes from a higher authority. The magistrate approached me
asking to rebuild the entire village and that we would be repeating the same with the other villages that need to
be developed,” Damien who was leaning back in his seat came forward.
“Which magistrate?” Damien asked, his eyes narrowing when Jerome answered,
“Mr. Grinderval. He was the one who came to me. It must be more than eight to nine months. The buildings are
the way I usually build but if you are asking for the designs, he brought it to me with specifications.”
“What specifications were those?”
Jerome gave a thoughtful expression as he recollected the items, “He said he needed the plumbing to happen in
a certain way. He came many times to check if it was going as he was told.”
“Told?” Damien’s eyebrows rose up at the chain link that was moving up right now.
Usually, the higher-ups didn’t bother to check with how the buildings had to be built and what criteria had to be
used. The work was left in the hands of the village or town magistrate who would handle minuscule jobs like this while they had other important matters to deal with.
“I do remember the magistrate bringing it up once or twice but I don’t remember who it was, it was one of the
councilmen though,” Damien didn’t know why but he had the gut feeling on who was behind it.
“You wouldn’t mind if we borrowed more of your time, would you?” Damien smiled, standing up from his seat and walking around.
“I don’t but what’s going on?” Jerome asked, standing up himself.
“The town you built is nothing less to a graveyard.”
“What?” Jerome couldn’t believe it.
Penny took the time to explain as Damien was already reaching out for the door, “Mr. Wells, the architecture
which was asked to be made is a layout which is used by the black witches to start a ritual and create the
massacre. What you built was intentionally made for the benefit of the black witches. When did the villagers move back?”
“I have no clue, Miss. My job was to build the town and I did it,” he answered her question as they started to walk
out of the study room, making their way through the corridors and to the hall.
Damien said something to the butler who quickly nodded his head and ran out of the door and towards the shed
to get the carriage prepared. The couple went up to get their coats while also wanted to discuss what they heard
from the architect, leaving Jerome Wells standing in the hall.
At the same time, Lady Maggie who had only stepped out of the dining room almost crashed her back against
the man who was standing. With quick footwork, she stepped away to meet his gaze.
His brighter colored red eyes curiously looked at her, gazing at the woman who had stopped walking, “Are you alright?” he asked her.
Maggie didn’t know who this man was. His curly black hair stood out the most from his appearance and a certain
warmth in the eyes that was directed towards her. Instead of replying with what he asked her, she responded with,
“Who are you?”
“I am Jerome Wells. Mr. Quinn wanted to speak to me. And you?”
“Maggie Quinn. Daughter of Mr. Quinn.”
“Oh, I didn’t know Mr. Damien had a daughter,” the man gave out a surprised look. Maggie in return stared at the man.
“Damien is not my father but my brother. My father is very much alive,” she corrected the man.
Jerome smiled, “I know. I was only testing,” he stated to see the woman press her lips.
“You shouldn’t test or assume,” idiot, thought Maggie in her mind.
“Did you say something?” he asked and her eyes widened. Could he read her mind? She surely didn’t speak out loud, not the last word at least.
“No,” Maggie stood there, unable to close the conversation like she always did. Hearing the footsteps from the
stairs, she took the opportunity to bow her head at the man to receive an equal bow before she quickly walked out of there.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 339 – Massacre- Part 3
Damien, Penelope, and Jerome Wells made their way to the magistrate’s office in the carriage. Stepping down,
they walked into the office. Mr. Grinderval was obviously aware of both the men who entered the office. One was
a poor man, an architect and on the other hand was a man of wealth, a councilman.
Mr. Grinderval greeted, “Councilman Damien. What brings you here to my humble office?”
“A mishap which you caused,” Damien spoke without beating the bush, “Your inability to look through and
confirm things is what brought me and the others here,” the magistrates face fell hearing this before he lifted his
mood back again.
“I am sorry?”
Damien walked towards the desk and unfolded the parchment of the blueprint, running both his hands on either
side before placing the rock that had been lying on the table and a quill stand, “Do you remember this one?” he
placed a hand that left a bang in the room. The bang jerked the magistrate from his sleepy state.
He looked down, trying to remember the architecture and the architect who stood, “Ah, yes, councilman. Why
what happened? Did this man not build it right?” the magistrate was a vampire who passed an accusing look
towards Jerome who stood behind Damien. Jerome returned it back with an annoyed look. His work was one of
the top-notch kind which was many elite vampires sought out to get his opinion on their buildings
“He’s built is fine,” the magistrate wondered what was the problem then? Weren’t people supposed to be happy
about what they accomplished? He then heard the councilman say, “The problem here is he built it to be
perfection. How many designs have you built? For this layout for this man?” Damien directed his question to
Jerom as he looked over his shoulder.
“There are four of them,” hearing this Penny’s stomach fell down. This was not good news.
“There are two here in Bonelake and the other two in Wovile,” Jerome could tell that the councilman was not
happy hearing about it.
Already having heard about his lack of interest in knowing if the villagers had been moved back, Damien turned to look back at Mr. Grindeval,
“When were the villagers moved back to the new towns?”
The magistrate didn’t know what was going on but with the seriousness that now hung in the room, he could
only comply to answer without uttering an extra word, “It has been a week since we moved them. Some of them
were yet to be moved but after hearing what happened to Councilman Creed yesterday-”
“It was Councilman Creed who asked you to build it this way?” the magistrate bobbed his head up and down.
Great. The man who gave the details on the architecture was dead. This only confirmed further to show how
involved Creed was when it came to what was happening along with the black witches.
It would take time for Damien to track down everything the man had involved himself with. Bringing in switchers
into the council, sending to kill families, helping black witches and it wasn’t a simple pass-through but helping
them by creating towns for their own benefit. It made him wonder what the man was up to. So far as he knew,
Creed had always aimed to be part of the elder council as that is what he believed that he deserved.
But that was a lie. Everyone wanted power, it ran through the very blood of the pureblooded vampires, the
craving which was equal to one thirsting for blood. Creed wanted to take place in the highest seating of the
council- to be the head council. It made him question if he had planned to throw Reuben off by showing his
incapability with the amount of chaos that was only approaching the lands with every minute that passed.
The magistrate and Jerome were only following orders and the man who was giving out the orders was dead. Fantastic, thought Damien to himself.
Heading out of the magistrate’s office, Penny asked Damien, “Are we going to clear the towns so that the villagers are kept safe?”
Jerome hearing this said, “The towns that have been built are big, milady. We combined the two villages which were close by to form into one.”
“That isn’t the case here,” Damien sighed, he then said to the coachman, “Take us to Lord Rune’s mansion. Thank
you for your assistance, Mr. Wells,” the man nodded his head seeing the couple get inside the carriage and leave.
In the carriage, Damien said, “To even have them exit, we need sealing from the higher-ups. There are some
magistrates who wouldn’t comply and we have four towns in hand right now. Two in here and two in Woville.
Moving families will not only take permission but also time. How long are we going to keep them away from their homes?”
He was right. Demolishing something and rebuilding not one or two houses but a whole town itself took a lot of
money and by the time they would try to get the ordeal passed and approved…
“Why can’t the head council approve it directly?” Penny asked, after all, he was the highest man in position in the council.
“A king is not always a king as seen by the subjects, at least not when you have ministers and other people who
take part in what you do. The elder council wouldn’t let it pass. Some of them enjoy the drama and death that takes place, it keeps them busy.”
“That’s twisted,” she commented to heard him laugh.
“Oh, mousey, there are many other things that are twisted in the council. Why do you think I am like this?”
“I thought you were like this since you were a child,” came the quick response which took even Damien to respond. He scoffed.
“Please. I was a wonderful boy when I was little. Well behaved, smart, an obedient child, amazing,” Damien raised his hand counting it in his fingers, “Handsome.”
Penny smiled hearing him list out his qualities. The very narcissist, young master Damien.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 340 – Massacre- Part 4
When they reached the mansion, Penny and Damien caught the Lord who was only stepping out of the mansion
and about to get inside the carriage. Seeing their carriage arrive, Lord Nicholas halted his footsteps, waiting to see who it was,
“Good afternoon, Councilman Damien and Lady Penelope,” the Lord greeted them both. Seeing the seriousness,
he waved his coachman to take the carriage back to the shelter as if he had changed his mind.
“Lord Nicholas, we have news about the massacre,” Damien informed the Lord who heard the entire information
of what they had found so far. With time being of utmost importance right now, they hadn’t bothered to get
inside the mansion and stood outside explaining about it. After a while, the Lord heard what the lady had found out from what she knew.
“As you said, the council members do not get involved with the buildings and if they do it only comes up to the
point of the funding which is usually allotted in the beginning. With Creed dead it is one less headache but with
the witches, they will keep pouring in no matter how much we try to contain them,” he then turned to face
Penelope, “You said they used the plumbing to create the markings. Wouldn’t it be easier to remove and cut the connection off each other?” he asked.
Penny shook her head, “Unfortunately it won’t work, milord. The witches in the past made the markings but after
the markings left an invisible bond that couldn’t be erased. Once set it is done and can only come off after the
ritual. Removing the plumbing or even demolishing might not work. Because in the future if the town is rebuilt, the place can still be used by the black witches.”
Lord Nicholas nodded his head. With a pensive look, he rubbed his chin, “We can get the council involved but it
will be too late by the time everyone puts in their thoughts and come to a conclusion. I have some trusted men who can help in the evacuation. Is it going to be today?”
“We aren’t sure actually. I thought the full moon was today but it has been nothing but cloudy,” Penny had gone
through the book again but time was not enough again. There was just too much where she couldn’t read all of it.
“Give me a moment,” the Lord turned his head around, searching for something or someone. When his eyes
caught a servant of his who was walking by, he called, “Vermice.”
“Milord?” the servant came forward who had only finished chopping the shrubs to give a better shape in the garden which was actually negligible as the surroundings looked bare.
“When was the last time you saw the moon?”
The servant looked utterly confused as to why his master was asking about it, “Uh, I think it was four days ago,” the servant answered.
“How did the moon look in shape. Was it full, half?”
“It was closing to be a full moon, milord.”
“You can get back to work,” Lord Nicholas saw his servant leave and he turned back to the people who stood
near him, “I think it is good to consider that the full moon might be today or tomorrow. I will have the two towns
covered and have my trusted officials who will handle it with me. Sending a letter to Wovile and getting the lord
there to listen might take time, but if you are going, you should leave now. I will send the people you need.”
“Will the men be enough?” Damien asked for Lord Nicholas to ponder.
“We will have to rely on what we have. If the officials question you, you can turn it to me. Let me sign a letter and seal it as confirmation.”
Lord Nicholas handed the letter to them and saw them leave the mansion in the carriage they had come in.
Walking back inside the mansion, he went to his study room, pulling out more letter parchments as he wrote
down to the people who could rely in this dire time while also alerting the head council so that he would be
aware and in the loop of what was going.
What they would have to do to stop the black witches from entering anywhere near to the two towns was to take
the help of the white witches who worked in the churches.
Once he was done with the letters, he twirled the quill around his hand before writing another letter. Writing
down in further detail of what happened and was about to come. As he finished folding them, he called his butler and handed all but one to him.
“Send it out immediately,” he ordered. The butler left the room to do the assigned work by asking other servants
to take the letter so that it would save time.
The Lord stood up, picking up the letter in his hand to hear a garbled voice behind him. It was one of his most
obedient ghoul, Narcissus. Its dark and ragged cloak covering its entire body.
“I have an important task for you as well. This one,” he raised his hand, turning around he handed it to the ghoul,
“See that it reaches Leonard and the official there.”
Leonard and his partner, Vivian Carmichael belonged to Councilman Lionel’s team. A team that had solved most
of the crucial cases until now. Though Nicholas hadn’t specifically asked for Leonard and his partner to come, he
had hoped for both to travel back as they had solved many cases together.
Reaching Quinn’s mansion, Penny started to pack her trunk with the necessary items for their quick trip to Wovile and once done, she had locked the trunk.
“Ready?” Damien asked raising his hand and Penny placed her hand on his.
“Yes,” she said to feel him enclasp his hand around hers. In a blink of an eye, they were no more in the Bonelake and had traveled to Wovile.