Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 351 – Pitchforks- Part 1
The town that was built was truly beautiful and exceptional to what she had come across until now. She had
already seen the blueprint which had been drawn out in detail but to see the place with her very eyes right now, she felt blessed.
“This place is beautiful,” she commented as both Damien and her walked through the throng of crowd. The
already dark sky had turned dark until there was nothing but clouds covering the sky. Right now it was guesswork if the clouds would move away to let the moon make its appearance.
“It indeed is. We should get a mansion designed by Mr. Wells. He appears to have excellent skills and stands up
to his reputation,” Damien responded back. His dark red eyes had turned to the color of black, bringing forth the
corruption to his own advantage right now so that the people here wouldn’t be too wary of his presence.
“Will the other villages be changed too as time goes by? To turn into towns like these,” she asked hi, her
shoulders crossing to avoid herself from colliding with another person who was walking by.
For some reason she could feel the eyes of the people as they walked by, their eyes focussing more on her than
Damien. Feeling her restlessness, he said, “Relax. They are only humans. You don’t have to worry about them.”
“How can you be sure? Witches take the form of humans and disguise themselves so that they can walk freely
amongst us,” she argued with the fact. She looked up at the high building that they walked by.
“The coat you are wearing I perfumed it with something special that the witch hunters use,” he currently bit into the matchstick where he had broken one end to play it in his mouth.
She wondered how safe she would be. Though the black witches were allergic to the scent, it wouldn’t mean they
wouldn’t expose her once they would find out that she was a white witch. Right now Penelope had come here
knowing well what it would mean if she were ever to be exposed in the land of humans where they despised the
witches to the very core. She understood where the black witches were coming from, wanting to burn the people
who hated them but she didn’t understand why they would even target Bonelake. Was it something they had picked out of whim?
“Didn’t you find on how to identify their other sisters?” Damien asked without using the words like ‘black witch’
or ‘white witches’. As they got closer to the heart of the town, it was better to not be attacked and be suspected by the crowd. People of Wovile usually didn’t speak about it.
“Nothing that I could find so far. It feels like even though a lot has been recorded down as if they were running
out of time, I believe a lot of things were left out for the people’s own benefit,” Penny spoke in a hushed tone,
keeping up with Damien’s steps and the people who walked in every possible direction, “What is the plan here?”
she asked him. They had brought their weapons along with them if a fight ever broke out but right now there was no indication that there was a black witch which they could spot.
Black witches were extremely good in disguising themselves but even if they were good, Penny was the bait right now. The coat she wore would attract the needed attention.
“Right now we only scout the area. Do you remember the blueprint of this town?” he asked.
“Because we’ll be needing it.”
Damien knew Penny had a good recollection when it came to reading as he had seen her pick up details very
easily when his sister, Maggie, was tutoring her in the initial days. She had the ability which many lacked on top
of her other abilities and a person would have found it to be wise to have her in the council but he knew how filthy the council was.
He would rather have Penny work behind the scenes than in the front and take a hit by the other councilman or other people who would come after her.
The lights in the city were put up with the lanterns that were fixated in the poles to form like a lamp post as the
night prevailed up in the sky and on the land. It turned the town to look golden in color. The city was built new
but the people who lived there were still the same people. The articles of a person in the house or the clothes
that they wore was old and some were ragged. The magistrate had got it approved with the word of the councilman but no one had thought about their welfare.
As they continued to walk, Penny’s shoulder hit a woman’s shoulder where they had to pause. Both the women
bowed at each other, apologizing as their eyes met. The woman had blonde golden like hair, her eyes soft and her appearance that looked nothing less to an angel.
“I am sorry,” the woman apologized.
“It’s okay,” Penny responded back. She herself hadn’t been keeping her eyes on where she was going and had been looking around as it was a new city to dash herself with the person.
The woman gave her a nod, and as she did, Penny caught sight of the woman sniffling before she let out a loud
sneeze. The woman’s eyes widened and she stared at Penny, where it took her time to realize that this person
was a witch. Of course, the woman didn’t know Penny was one as she was warped with the scent that Penny was immune to because of her ability to nullify the effect on her.
The witch raised her hand to hide her mouth as she sneezed again. A series of sneezes and she bolted out of
there. They didn’t know if she was a white witch or a black witch as she had disappeared as quickly as she could.
“What do we do?” Penny turned her head to look at Damien.
“Let her be. She’s a white witch. We are here for the black witches.”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 352 – Pitchforks- Part 2
Penny gave out a worried look, “Don’t you think we should help her and the others?”
“We don’t have time for it, Penelope. We came here to drive the other sisters away if they have already infiltrated the town that is.”
“She will be fine. She was doing fine all this while, she should be doing good,” Damien looked down at her with
his knitted brows. An evident frown that was directed to her, “We need to find the connection pipes in the underground.”
Penny pressed her lips. Staring at Damien as he switched the subject to what they had come here for. The scent
which was sprinkled on her was allergic to the witches. It caused them difficulty in breathing which was one way to stop them from running away so that they could catch them easily.
She saw Damien waiting for her to speak, knowing well his threat stood well when it came to her being put back
in the inn so that he could work without any hindrance, “There are too many pipes. It wasn’t just the outer pipe
that connects to the nearest rivers but there are sub connectors that form the inner circle on top of which the buildings have been built. You will need to find another alternative.”
“How about your spells?” he inquired.
“I have a few but I will need to find a spot to start the ritual.”
“What about your ingredients?”
“I have them,” on Penny’s answer, Damien was glad that she had come prepared with everything than with empty
hands like they had come to view the city. Penny had a candle in her pocket, one single candle that she had
carried before leaving the inn. But before they could decide to move to a more secluded space where there
wouldn’t be any eyes to hover and look, there was a sound of swooping in the air that felt like the wind which had suddenly started to cut into the atmosphere everywhere around.
A loud cackling laugh was heard at the top of one of the buildings where a person stood with a broomstick in the
hand which stood upright. The person was none other than a black witch, a man with his scaly skin and tongue that slid in and out of his mouth before he ordered, “Pick what you get!”
For a moment, everyone was still until other witches started to zap in and out through the alleys and other places
of the town. The crowd started to panic and scream, a loud hustle being the cause where everyone started to
scatter while trying to make it to their houses. At a point, it didn’t matter to go home and all they wanted was to
take safety. Some of the nearest houses didn’t care to give shelter and instead locked their windows and houses leaving people out when they approached them.
While some villagers were trying to hide and take shelter there were some brave souls who came with their pitchforks and torch fire.
It was Penny’s first time seeing the witches fly and attack a village, her life had been fortunate but she willingly
had stepped into a possible future dead land a mine of where black witches would attack. She saw some of the
black witches who picked up the villagers, some picking thin ones while some picked the fatter ones which
showed how size didn’t matter to them. There were at least more than thirty witches right now who had come to attack and steal from the new town.
“MOVE MOVE! TOWN UNDER ATTACK,” a man cried out as he ran past them without caring if people actually
heard what he was saying as everyone was busy screaming and running. In midst of all of this, Penny and Damien
hadn’t moved from where they were since the attack of the witches.
The screams were turning a lot as people were being picked by the black witches, swooping with the help of their broomsticks which were filled with black magic.
“Do you want to take part in it?” she heard Damien ask her calmly. Of course, Damien didn’t care if the black
witches were going to attack him or now unlike the other humans and some of the lower vampires who were residing in this town.
“You mean the running or torching?” As Penny asked this, she saw one of the humans who had gone yelling towards the black witch had his head twisted that had him fallen flat on the ground.
“You can do anything you want until you can keep yourself safe. If you don’t reveal yourself now you can move
freely tomorrow and wait until you decide to strike. If you hunt them today they will hunt you tomorrow,” saying
that he pulled out one of the few bottles she had given him earlier which she personally had created, “Shall we test if it works?”
Wait! What happened to giving her an option?! Damien didn’t wait and instead threw the bottle right at the black witch who had killed the human a few seconds ago.
Penny didn’t know why but as Damien threw the bottle casually everything felt as if the time had slowed itself.
The bottle moved from his hand, flying in the air and slowly dropping right at the black witch’s feet that
shattered the glass. Suddenly there was a blast and the black witch’s body caught fire and smoke started to emanate from her body.
Though what she thought didn’t go as expected. The black witch wasn’t burned until ash and it only went as far
as to bother the witch and distract her so that others could find time to run away and escape from there.
“I didn’t have a subject to test on,” Penny flinched looking at the black witch who was trying to get rid of the fire from her body.
“That’s alright,” Damien spoke out, casually pulling out the rest of the bottles he had carried, “This is your ground
to test if your creations will do well. This is an excellent place…” he threw the bottles right at the other witches…
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 353 – Pitchforks- Part 3
The witches were too fast heading in their direction after three of the witches who were nearby witnessed what
the humans had done to one of their sisters. The bottles he threw hit two of the witches caught fire, one at the
ends of the broomstick and the other one on his dress where his flight hindered and he had to step down on the
ground, “I think it works great just a little more manipulation in terms of explosion component,” Damien pulled out his gun, and started to fire the black witches.
The black witches quickly picked up their brooms and swooped away from him. It seemed like their only target
was to pick up humans from the town and it was possible that it was for the sacrificial purpose. Some of the
guards and the villagers fought the black witches but their pitchforks weren’t of much use nor was the fire.
The one that caught fire earlier in the tail of the broom didn’t work well and the black witch couldn’t fly well.
Pulling her own weapon which was the jagged knives which were thrown continuously, Penny and Damien had to
move away which they did but in different directions. The knives were too fast that appeared like raindrops that were moving in the atmosphere.
Penny could no longer stand idle as few of the black witches who were flying up in the air landed down on the
ground by bringing the broomsticks down. Using the movements of their hands, they moved it whispering in the
wind while pointing at people who flew right across the buildings to fall down one after another. Damien was
busy shooting the witches without holding back, his expression blank as he tried to get one after another. The
starting few black witches didn’t realize that there was a person in Wovile who had upgraded weapons that could not just injure the witches but kill the black witches.
Once they realized it was all about playing hide and seek. There were the black witches, humans, Damien, and Penny to fight.
Penny was watching Damien and the other fight while taking a deep breath, readying herself to join in the fight
as it was now or never. Having never been caught in this kind of situation before, she was giving herself a mental
pep-talking when one of the black witch who had caught sight of her had already sneaked right behind her,
“Hello there,” she quickly snapped her head around to come in face of a beautiful orange-haired woman. Her
smile brighter than the sun itself but Penny doubted that the woman had ever been in the sun looking at her pale
skin. She was another black witch, “What are you doing here instead of running away?” the black witch walked forward, pushing her closer towards the alley which was darker with no lights.
“There is something I need to test,” Penny had her hands in her back, her hand clutching on the little bottle as well as the needle.
The black witch had a sneer on her face, her eyes looking down at Penelope judgingly, sniffing her as her eyes
flared in anger, “You must be brave to be wearing Grinver all over yourself if you think that will help you stay
alive,” so that was what it was called, Penny made a mental note. Her footsteps continued to go one step back to another while keeping her ears alert as she didn’t want another witch creeping behind her.
“It is a beautiful perfume,” Penny replied to her annoyed comment, “Do you want one?” I have some of them back home which I could share with you if you want,” she offered the black witch.
“I will be very pleased after tearing you into pieces,” the black witch gave her a brighter smile again, her eyes holding madness which wasn’t going to be good realized Penny.
“Do you know who I am?” Penny tried to intimidate the black witch. Most of the times it worked with the humans
she had lived to scare them away as if she were the daughter of some rich family even with the clothes that she
wore but then the villagers never came out of the shell or never got to see the elite society to know who or how they looked.
“A witch hunter?” the black witch asked, How ironic, thought Penny to herself, “Or the daughter of Lord Herbert?
But then the man has no children. Enough of chitchat, I care less,” she raised her hand, muttering something and
just when she swished her hand Penny moved away as quick as she could to hear the trash can that was behind her rumble against the walls.
Penny had made the bottler herself, if the black witch could manipulate the energy around them by the spells,
surely she could do too. Removing the small bottle which could fit in her hand, she muttered some of the spells
without moving her lips so that the black witch wouldn’t know. Combing the spells along with the bottle, she
threw it at the witch to have the intensity and volume of the fire increase dramatically. Like her, the black witch had moved away from the fire.
The black witch started to continuously spin her hand pointing at Penelope where she had to dodge it over and over again without getting an opportunity to breathe or take rest.
As time passed by, Penny had run in the opposite direction of where Damien was.
When the witch did catch up, she caught hold of hair making her wince. The nails of the black witch dug deep into her arm to stop her further which was when Penelope cried out in pain.
The last time she had felt this pain was when she had stepped on the iron nail. She pushed the black witch away
but the person was much more experienced than her which put her on disadvantage. Taking the pin in her hand, she stabbed the black witch. Pushing the needle until it had gone deep into her skin.
Both the witches fighting with each other, she kicked the black witch so that she could create some space. Her hands searching for the gun which she had placed inside.
Once she did create a successful gap, the witch raised her arm to look at the flimsy needle, “How childish of you
to think a needle will hurt me,” she laughed, cackling with her appearance turning one to its pure form when she
realized something was wrong. Her laughs stopped and she raised both her arms to look at the change, “Why am I not able to change?!” As if realization hit her, she glared at Penelope.
“It was good to have you like my test subject,” the witch started to scream as her hands and other parts of her body started to disintegrate and turned to nothing but dust, letting the needle drop on the ground.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 354 – Witches- Part 1
With Penelope who had been chased into the alley, not many witches caught her as many were fighting out in
the open, loving to sabotage the newly built down by turning it into a mess. When they finally left, the town had
turned quiet and deserted. Most of the people had got inside their houses, some who were out and some who
were on the ground dead. The black witches who had tried to abduct people had been unsuccessful as the Lord of Wovile had sent out his men to the two towns after having the talk with Damien.
Making her way back to Damien where he himself had come in search of her, he saw her hand bleeding, “You’re
hurt,” he said pulling her other good arm. Seeing no one was there, Damien was going to transport them back to the inn when one of the doors in the building opened.
Light creaked out from the open door, leaving the surrounding dark. When the door opened further, they saw it was none other than the woman who Penny had dashed earlier. The white witch.
“You need to disinfect the wound,” she said, her voice quiet. Her eyes looked at the couple who stood outside, saying, “I can help.”
Penny looked at Damien who stared at her for a second, “Okay,” he said and they got inside the house with the door closing behind them.
The house looked empty. There were hardly a few things in here. A mattress was placed in the corner of the
room. A few utensils in the kitchen and that was it unless one considered the two lanterns to increase the number of objects in here.
“I thought you were hunters until I saw you kill the black witch,” the woman spoke. With the minimal things in the
house, Penny wondered if the woman had no family. If there was one thing she had noticed it was that the white
witches lived a lonely life with no family with them. It was very rare to find a family. Their biological families were often killed which left them alone to walk a path where they had to hide from others.
Damien didn’t speak a word when the woman looked at him, instead, Penny took a turn to speak to the white witch,
“How often do the black witches attack here?” she asked. Damien had taken himself to walk near the window,
having his back facing them. Penny noticed the way the woman’s eyes followed him, her eyes slightly holding l.u.s.t at the sight of him. She wasn’t sure how to react to it.
It was the very first time since she had acknowledged her feelings that she had to go through someone else
eyeing him. Back in time, she had never bothered about it but right now, she wasn’t comfortable with it, not to
forget that the lady standing in front of her was beautiful. And even though she was beautiful, she didn’t like the fact that she was eyeing him right now while talking to her.
This white witch was shameless, thought Penny with narrowed eyes. At the same time, she reminded herself to be
nice. The woman had offered to help her and it would be rude to call her shameless. Would it? She asked herself in her mind.
“You should know it better. Can you please take your coat off?” she said looking at the bloody coat near her arm, “The town was built very recently and we villagers moved back to take shelter last week. This was the first attack after months,” she answered Penny’s questions.
“Oh,” that was logical, thought Penny to herself. She removed the coat from her body to reveal the deep wound
which was caused by the black witch’s nails. The blood was still fresh and so was the wound, “This is my first time here in Wovile.”
“Is that so? I hope you enjoy your stay better than-” suddenly a gun was shot out of the blue, her ears ringing
from the sound of it. Penny gave out a startled look to see the woman who had been holding a bowl in her hand
to drop it on the ground. Her body appeared to look like a frozen statue as she had stopped talking with the
bullet that had made its way to the side of her head. The woman fell down flat her body sprawled on the floor.
What just happened?!
“What-why did you kill her?” Penny asked shocked.
“She isn’t whom she appeared to be,” Damien said putting back the gun behind his back.
“Is she a black witch?” but that couldn’t be. The reactions for the black witch and the white witch when it came to
the perfume slightly varied where the black witches’ true form revealed by taking a sniff or coming in contact with it while for white witch it took time as they had no other form to transform to.
“No, she is a white witch. Do you know that amongst the good there are also bad? She was going to poison you,”
he walked towards the woman, pushing the bowl with his feet, “There are a few very few white witches who live
here. And if they are still on these lands, they are in the churches because of the current conditions and situations. If this thing dissolved itself in the wound you have, you would shortly be lying here like this with her.”
With little mercy or sympathy, Damien pushed the woman with his boot to have her body face up the ceiling.
“Did you know from the beginning?” she asked flabbergasted by this revelation.
“It was the scent. It is made of certain poisonous flowers. The first time I met Bathsheba, she had tons of it and I
traded her life of execution with my own terms of information,” Penny couldn’t believe that there were white
witches who were setting up their own kind to death and here she was sympathizing the woman for the lack of family.
The dead woman’s eyes looked empty and hollow as she stared up at the ceiling where the soul had passed and left an empty shell behind.
It seemed like they could trust none here. Penny asked him, “What now?”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 355 – Witches- Part 2
He gave a look at the dead body and then at Penny, his eyes falling on her arm where the black witch had
pressed and pierced her nails purposely into Penny’s skin. The black witch must have got a whiff of her being a white witch which was why she had used her nails.
The nails of the black witches were not only septic but also infectious. It was one of the ways to ink the white
witches so that they could slowly turn to their side of lifestyle and join them finally. It was a dirty move by them
who enjoyed inflicting wounds and trying to corrupt the good witches. Going to her, Damien took her hand,
“Did the black witch say something?” he asked her.
“She didn’t like my perfume,” Penelope replied to have Damien nod his head.
“I think you smell rather lovely,” he then continued to say, “She was right about the infection, we need to remove
it right away if we don’t want you turning like your mom,” bring her hand close to his mouth as he leaned
forward, his mouth covered the wound and he sucked out the blood out of from there. Sucking and spitting the
blood which had turned black. Even Penny couldn’t believe how her blood had turned black in such a short duration of time.
Damien kept repeating the process of sucking her blood out until the color of blood started to diminish from
being black and started to turn red. Baring his fangs, he sank his teeth into her hand and drank the blood.”Wait!” wasn’t it going to affect him? Penny looked at him worried.
When he was done drinking a little amount of blood from her, he pulled away. Licking his lips that had blood on
it, “Their nails are infectious only to the sister white witches, not vampires or humans. I will be fine.”
Damien looked down at the body of the white witch along with Penny, the person lying flat on her back
expressionless. Only Damien would know the difference between the right and wrong of the witches as he was
used to being around them, they were one of the main sources when it came to retrieving information.
“We need to fix the body,” Damien responded to her earlier question. Now that the black witches had left the town, they could hear the town people shouting and screaming.
Penny nodded her head. In normal circ.u.mstances, she wouldn’t have agreed and would have spoken about having to fetch someone for help but right now help was not only scarce but nonexistent.
“I will carry her legs,” Penny offered to help so that he could hold the other side of the woman.
“The bodies of the witches will only get heavier in time. Leave it to me,” he said, bending down and pulling the
dead person before he put her over his shoulder. In the meantime, Penny opened the door of the house, putting
her head to check the space was clear of any who would be passing by, “How does it look outside?” she heard Damien ask her.
Turning behind she said, “It looks clear. I think most of them have headed towards the center where the fight took place. Where are we going to put her?”
“In the local cemetery,” he answered, walking towards the door and pushing it open, “Hurry quickly. We need to leave before someone catches us as one of the black witches’ allies.”
Penny pulled the door close, hearing the sound of a click and hoping no one would notice the white witch’s
disappearance. Keeping up with Damien, she walked next to him, their footsteps quick as they saw themselves
out of the town. Leaving the buildings behind, Damien and Penny continued to walk, passing by the cemetery when Penny asked,
“We passed by the cemetery,” Penny reminded him just in case he was consumed in thoughts.
“I have a better place to bury her. Do you know how who visits the cemetery often?” he asked her casually as if they were not having a dead body with them.
“Families of the dead or people who miss them?”
“Yes but there are strangers who visit too. We used to have this children’s book when we were kids. Books that
were stupid and some that were intriguing. There was a story about how the cemetery was guarded more than
the local guard,” how interesting, thought Penny to herself. The place she came from, children were told about
prince and princess and here Damien had grown up with children’s books which had death and cemetery in it.
She heard him continue, “The story spoke about a greedy vampire who didn’t like to spend money and instead
loved to take others’ money. He didn’t care about anyone. When the man died he was placed with his pot of gold
and buried in the cemetery of his village. But some who didn’t like him dug out his grave took out the gold and money but did more than that.”
Penny didn’t know why she had the feeling that she wasn’t going to like the way the story was going to go, “What did they take?” she asked him anyways out of curiosity.
“They took away his bones. The witches,” he answered, walking down the empty road with her, “It was told that
the vampire’s soul was very angry and he decided to avenge the humans and witches very sleep in the grave. And then came another entity, to balance the world.”
“We are helping that entity by hiding the body elsewhere?” Damien was being sympathetic and helpful? She needed someone to splash water on her face and she smiled.
“Of course, not. This is so that the witches don’t get a sniff of the white witch who was helping them. It is better
to have her buried elsewhere. There’s a church that has been abandoned for years. No one goes there in the fear of ghosts,” the body hanged on Damien’s shoulder which Penny gave a glance.
“Speaking about ghosts, did you hear something from the butler?”
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 356 – Quiet Inn- Part 1
Arriving at the abandoned church, Penny pushed the door which was closed while the other was left open and
broken at the same time. It looked nothing less to a ruin that was left after some great event that must have
taken place back in the time of history. Stepping inside, with her hand that had touched the dusty church door, she wiped it off her bottom skirt.
The sky was still cloudy and it didn’t look like the ritual would take place today. It was safe to say that the witches wouldn’t enter again as they had already attacked the town once.
Penny’s eyes scanned the worn out building which looked broken mostly, the windows were not intact some with
the windows and some without the windowpane in it. There was snow on the floor where the ceiling was broken and the other side was filled with cobwebs.
“How do you know of this place?” she asked still taking in the church they had entered. There was no cross at the chapel and it looked as if someone had stolen it purposely.
“I came here when I was stuck in Wovile,” Penny remembered the time when Damien was away and she was stuck
with Grace and his step-mother. Those were some days, she thought to herself, “You will find some more corpses
if you open the confession box,” she didn’t know if he was warning her or he was only stating what had
happened. She heard the sound of the body falling on the ground when he dropped the dead witch on the floor.
“Why did you kill them?” she watched Damien crack his neck.
He rubbed his hand around the back of his neck, looking at the church, “They were little pests who wanted to kill
me after noticing my corruption,” it made her wonder how bad things had turned when he was here. Damien
wasn’t able to use his ability to return back, at least not for some time due to spilled magic. With Grace dragging
her out, they hadn’t spoken much on what happened during his time here and had instead spoken about her time.
“I thought only the colors of your eyes changed.”
“My teeth and my l.u.s.t came out when I was feasting on a woman which I left behind. I didn’t know someone
had followed me. And they were all witch hunters. Most of the witch hunters origin from Wovile which is why you
will find witches very rarely not only because they are burnt but also because they are chased away while also the
white and the black who side with each other,” once he was done stretching his back, he took the dead witch by her hand, dragging her back as he walked ahead near a cupboard looking place.
When he opened it, Penny’s eyes widened.
The large cupboard at the side which must have been used for other holy purposes now had dry corpses in it.
One body after another body which laid on top of each other. It looked as if their soul was sucked dry, not only
that the body had turned to like as if it had undergone draught where the water content had been sucked out of
them. There was a pungent smell in the air due to opening the cupboard which had the dead bodies.
Penny didn’t ask Damien but the man went to continue while pushing the white witch into the cupboard while
making space in it, “They were quite persistent when wanting to kill me. It is very rare someone gets out of the
situation once they are found with their heart corrupted. I don’t know what this land did but I think it only
maximized what I am. Unleashing the raw strength that comes with being corrupted. You see when a person gets
corrupted he or she loses their sanity. There is no right or wrong, with no emotions. We lack emotions at that
time,” pushing the sliding door shut, he turned to look at Penny where his eyes were red now, “They have no
rationality which puts them at a disadvantage. Anyways, I drank all of their blood. I was very thirsty back then and
once I had all the blood I needed, I got back home,” he concluded, walking past her to fetch something behind her.
He drank all the blood? Penny’s eyes gradually moved as her head turned to look at Damien who pulled out
something from behind the garbage that had turned out to be with leaves and multiples desks that were pushed
and put on each other while turning the inside of the church bare except for this heap in here and the few cupboards that were lined at the walls.
Bringing a dusty book that was stuck in there, he asked her, “What do you see?”
Glancing down at his hands where he had raised the book, she said, “Holy Biblical scriptures,” she said for him to nod, “What happened?”
“Just checking. We don’t know when we will catch another book in time again which has been placed under the
deceiving spell of the eyes,” Dropping the book flat, he placed his hand on her hand and in a blink of an eye they had moved from the church back to the local inn.
“Let me go see if missed dinner,” he announced after hearing her stomach growl.
“What time is it?” Penny asked, her hand reaching out to the pocket watch and flipping it open where the time continued to tick its way forward. It was past nine. Time had passed so quickly.
They had left the inn around six something and they had spent three hours out in the town, “Will the food be
provided?” they had paid for it with a gold coin but local villagers and innkeepers usually had fixed time and had their dinner early so that they could retire to bed early.
“Let’s ask the lady herself,” Damien said, his hand reaching out quickly to open the door to have the innkeeper who standing there at the front of their room.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 357 – Quiet Inn- Part 2
The woman stood there with eyes that had a certain kind of annoyance even though it was her who had come at
their door. How long had she been standing there? It had been less than two minutes since they had returned
back to the inn. According to the lady they had been in here since they had returned back from the forest after Damien had come in search of her.
“I have been knocking at the door for the past hour. Will you be eating or shall I throw the food?” the innkeeper asked Damien.
“Will you be making another one?” Damien asked to see the annoyance increase on the elderly woman’s face,
“We’ll have porridge. Don’t add anything. We need it bland,” he ordered the woman. Damien raised his perfectly
raised brow in question when he didn’t see the woman going to get them the food. The innkeeper took a step
back and walked down the stairs. Something caught Damien’s ears and he peeked out of the room to see the
other two doors next to their room was shut close. Leaning back into the room, he heard Penny ask,
“What happened?” She padded across the room, going to step next to him and leaning forward to see the inn
quiet as if everyone had gone to sleep and they were the only ones who were awake at this hour with the rest of the party who had gone to sleep. Which was if they had company.
“Our neighbors appear to be eavesdropping. How sneaky of them. I should probably give them a visit,” he said, ready to apparate into the room playful when Penny caught his arm.
“Do you need to disturb them?”
“Why not? If they are awake and have time to eavesdrop I would say it is only wise to go pay them a polite visit,” he beamed with a wide smile.
“Wait, Dami-” before she could utter his name completely, Damien had disappeared in thin air leaving her alone
in the room, “Damien,” she sighed worriedly. He was going to startle them with his presence confusing them on how he broke into the locked room.
She quickly went and closed the door not wanting the innkeeper to return and see Damien, not in the room.
Damien on the other hand who had apparated to another room stared at the nothingness in the room. There was
nothing in here. No bed, no desk, no table, not a single furniture or object where the room had left to be plain
and empty. How peculiar, he thought walking softly and to move to the next room which was the same. It looked
like they were the only guests in the inn. It wasn’t much surprise that it was so as the inn itself was built far away from the towns, standing between the forest and the barren land.
He was back in the room on time when the innkeeper arrived with the porridge which was made earlier. The innkeeper before leaving said,
“The food won’t be served tomorrow at breakfast after nine.”
“Of course, madam,” Damien used a thick accent to reply her back and closed the door after she turned to leave the room. Turning to Penny, he said, “I don’t think she likes guests.”
“Yeah, I don’t think so too. Do you think we skipped her sleep time?”
“Who cares. She took the gold coin. You take the gold coin, you complete the service. I wouldn’t mind taking the coin back,” he shrugged his shoulders which reminded her of the thrifty Damien Quinn.
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“Sometimes you make it look like you’re a very poor man. Haggling like one of the women in the market for vegetables and fruits.”
“How s.e.xy of you to perceive me. I am the ideal husband, don’t you think so? You won’t have to worry about
your husband being a drunk, gambling his money,” there was a smugness on his face which didn’t wipe away as
he looked at her, “Your future will be bright. At least brighter than the weather of Bonelake.”
“How romantic,” Penny reached for the bowl which he was holding in his hand, taking it and starting to eat. She
had by now stuffed herself with the food. It didn’t matter if the food was bland as she was hungry. Though Penny didn’t show it out, holding back her expression but his words warmed her heart.
There had been people out of the village who had tried to pursue her but after hearing some of the untrue
rumors from the village she lived in they never showed up in front of her. Penny wasn’t lonely as she had a
mother with her back then to look after her but at the same time, she had started to let the reality sink into her mind that no one around the mile or radius would ever take her as his wife.
No man had ever spoken this confidently about wanting to have a future with her as Damien did. It was because
they weren’t Damien Quinn. The next day again, both Damien and Penny took rounds around the two towns.
They didn’t meet any white witches, neither did anyone suspect of the white witch who had gone missing. Even if
they did, the humans were unaware and it was the witches who would be looking for the missing person, who
was dead and in the cupboard of the abandoned church. Searching for a loophole in the marking so that the
marking could be nullified and be of no use to the black witches or the white witches who were involved.
The second day neither did the moon appear nor the black witches to attack the town and with that, they went back to the inn where they had taken shelter.
After their untimely meal again and checking the sky before heading to bed, both Damien and Penny went to
bed to rest as their day would be busy again tomorrow. The inn was quieter than the mansion as the waves didn’t crash against the hill or the mansion itself which was built near to it.
During the hour of three in the morning, Penny was woken up due to the sudden heat that she felt around her
and the smell of something being burnt in the room. Her eyes opened groggily, trying to get rid of the sleep
which had fallen heavy on her eyes until she caught the flames that surrounded them. Snapping her eyes open, she sat up as the fire filled the room and the flame around them which was raging angrily.
Penny turned to look at Damien who was fast asleep. Confused and worried, she shook him, “Damien! Wake up!” she pushed his shoulder back and forth but he didn’t wake up…
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 358 – Blazing fire- Part 1
When Penny woke up she was surrounded by flames all around her. Damien didn’t wake up no matter how much she tried to shake him.
“Damien!” she shouted over the raging fire but it was to no avail. Stepping down from the small bed, she went
for the door, shaking the handle as it appeared to be locked. She used her leg, trying to kick the door but the fire
kept hovering in front of her which made it difficult for her to kick it as the fire only increased as time increased.
Screamed loudly, trying to bring the innkeeper’s attention but she doubted anyone could even hear with what
was going on right now. It was possible that the entire inn was caught up in fire and it had eventually caught up
to the room they were in. The lantern had been closed before they had fallen asleep therefore it was unlikely that
the fire was caused by their room.
Going again to Damien who looked as if he was fast asleep, she pushed him back and forth. Trying to wake him
up this time harder but he never woke up no matter how much she tried. For a second she turned scared and
worried. Leaning forward, she places her head on his chest to hear his heart still beating. Though vampires didn’t
have a heartbeat, the pureblooded had a heartbeat very much like the humans where they had the core that kept them alive.
She didn’t know what happened. Everything had been fine. She would have suspected the food but she was fine. It couldn’t be that the food they had eaten for dinner had affected only him, could it?
It didn’t look like the fire would stop until it burnt the whole inn to ashes and if she wasn’t able to get out with
Damien before that, it was possible that they would be the two corpses out of the three which included the innkeeper unless they had more guests.
She walked to the window, considering that the door wasn’t opening and was jammed, this was one of the ways
they could get out. Knowing well the fall would be bad if they did make it out of the window. When she opened
the window, the fire only increased making it impossible for her to move closer to it. She used the blanket to
wave it off but that didn’t work. Of course, it wouldn’t! She was only increasing the fire by doing it.
She looked around her before her eyes went wide and she ran towards the desk where the books had been
placed. Given that she hadn’t placed all of them there as most of them were in the bag, there were the two books that were left half burnt.
Time didn’t help as it continued to move and the fire was only getting closer to them. Burning the wood above, below and around them.
At this point, she wished desperately that she had the element of water so that she could extinguish the fire from the inn. Why wasn’t Damien walking up though?
She went back to him, picking up his pulse near his neck where his heart was low or was it now that it had
dropped? It had been fine a few seconds ago when she had checked his chest. Worry filled her face now and the
panic was slowly getting her nerves where her mind froze and she didn’t know what to do. She tried recollecting
some of the spells and even though she had learned a fair amount of them, there was nothing she felt that could
Finding a jug of water, she brought it to where Damien was and scrunched her face before throwing the water right over his face but that didn’t work either.
His eyes had been fine the last few days and his corruption hadn’t acted out, not that she had picked on any
strange behavior of his. When she again went to the window, the fire there had decreased. Taking the
opportunity, she rolled Damien from the bed to move him near the window. Unfortunately, the person who had
the ability to apparate was unconscious leaving the person without any important ability behind, which was her.
The elemental bearer who was supposed to bestow her with the power to handle and control water had rejected her saying how she wasn’t an elemental bearer which only left her with purification.
Pushing him forward, she helped Damien to get down on the floor. If their room was under fire, it was possible
that walking down the stairs even after breaking the door was not going to be a good idea. It was a cheap and lonely inn that was made out of wood and not stones to not catch fire.
The window was their closest outlet. She took a deep breath, her eyes looking through the window which she
had opened to see some people standing out there. There were three of them in different positions. Their clothes
were dark that almost camouflaged with the background if it weren’t for the snowy ground that they were in.
And one of them was none other than her mother who stood out there watching her who stood at the window.
She stared at her and Penny stared back at her.
Why? Penny didn’t understand why things were happening as her mind was still under panic. It was when she
caught sight of another person who had a stick with him, drawing something from one end to another did she realize what the fire was about.
‘Rituals can be of many forms and have different purposes. There are some rituals that go hand in hand where it
can increase the possible energy to channel through but rituals have been something that has been advised to
not take place in multiple places as it only increases the chance of the magic to friction together and steps into the zone of forbidden magic.’
Penny gulped, her hands turning colder when she saw the man was done drawing the line which wasn’t a line but a supposed circle to withhold the massacre which had been started.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 359 – Blazing fire- Part 2
They were turning the very inn to a massacre place too. After five seconds, she caught sight of the innkeeper,
who walked outside the circle. Bringing a knife and cutting her hand as blood was spilled inside the circle which was marked.
The innkeeper must have added something such that the food had only affected Damien and not her as if she
was needed for the ritual while they didn’t care about him. Far away she could see a burning light that let out a
cloud of dark grey smoke. Up in the sky, the clouds had finally moved and the moon stood proud which was gold in color.
Not waiting to see how the ritual would progress and end, Penny sat down next to Damien, checking out his
vitality to make sure he was still there with her. But with the few more minutes that she had let slip out of her
fingers was costing her gravely. Damien’s heartbeat was further slowing down. Like the heart’s core which had
been burning red and bright now started to diminish and had started to lose color and life from it, which it eventually would.
A pureblooded vampire’s body was different compared to a human’s body but it wasn’t too different, after all, they did share something which was the heart and warmth in the body, unlike the average vampires.
Placing her hand, she started to whisper under her breath words of incantation. Concentrating and hoping that
whatever the witches had added in the food, the poison would be removed from his body. If she truly had the
ability to purify then she believed it was possible to remove the poison from his body but how much would it
work? She had wanted to remove the corruption from his body and that had gone down unsuccessfully.
Then how different would it be? She shook her head to rid any questions as she had no time for it.
She unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, placing both her hand so that there could be a direct contact
from her skin to his skin without any intervention that could stop the purification process or reject it.
The black witches who were outside had already started the ritual, blood of the black witches being poured in
different sides of the inn so that there was equal distribution. One of the black witches asked the innkeeper who was a white witch but who was involved with the black witches,
“Is the pureblooded vampire in there?”
“Aye, I sedated the man. It is difficult to kill a pureblooded vampire but this should be fine. He won’t ever wake up and will continue to sleep forever. The girl will burn down fine.”
“I thought we had a white witch,” another black witch commented as the ritual had begun.
“We did but the bitch ran away and I refused to step in and give myself as a sacrifice. You think I am f.u.c.k.i.n.g
crazy?” asked the innkeeper with a glare, “You wanted my help and I gave you a white witch. If I find you setting me up I will burn your body to dust.”
“What about the towns?”
Penelope’s mother who stood there quietly watching the inn burning which emitted enough light to stretch towards the dark forest hadn’t bothered to get into their conversation before and finally answered,
“They are going to start the massacre soon. After the moon comes to the fire and after the fire comes death and
then comes the glory of the black witches where we shall reign the lands again,” she was glad to have left her
daughter alive two days ago. She knew she would need her. Her daughter had always come in use to her and this was the final time she would use her as they needed a white witch.
She knew for a very long time that deep down her daughter would turn to be a white witch, would take up to be
like her father as that was how it always turned out to be and she was right. With the lack of white witches in
Wovile, and the one in the town who had disappeared out of the blue, she had her daughter be placed as the sacrifice to drive the ritual.
“Start the spells, we have to go back to the towns to complete the massacre after this,” Penelope’s mother ordered where the other witches started to use spells and tap into the forbidden magic.
Back in the room, Penny struggled to bring Damien back to his conscious state. Her hands were on his chest,
trying to cleanse any impurities that had made its way into his blood, waiting for him to wake up but he never
woke up. She didn’t lose hope and continued to place her hand on his chest, praying and trying to cleanse or purify him.
But Penny still hoped he would wake up and that there was still a way to get out of this. Standing up, she
searched around the burning room which wasn’t much. The bag that was filled with blood had caught fire and
the only things remaining were Damien, her and the books which he had placed close to her and Damien. Her
eyes fell on the jug, taking in her hand, she threw it on the ground that left it in broken pieces.
Picking out one of the shard’s she went back to Damien.
This was the last thing that came to her mind and she had no more ideas. She brought the palm of her hand
closer to the glass piece and ran it across her skin without a second thought. Bringing her bloodied hand towards
Damien’s face, she pried his lips open to let the blood fall into his lips. The blood dripped down her hand and into his mouth before tilting his neck back so that it would seep in further.
Time passed, and the blood that had been dripping had reduced and Penny had to squeeze her hand tight,
flinching due to the pain so that more blood could squeeze out of her hand but even after that Damien didn’t wake up.
Young Master Damien’s Pet Chapter 360 – Blazing fire- Part 3
At this point, she felt helpless. She could feel her eyes starting to prickle and that wasn’t because of the fire or smoke that was emitting out by the burning wood.
Though she was a witch she had no power or magic that could bring him back that could wake him up. The fire
around them only raged more, with every second getting closer to where they were and she knew soon she
would burn in it. If not by the witches’ hands who now stood outside, both Damien and she would die in this fire.
He didn’t move an inch and his heartbeat started to beat once every two or three seconds.
Tears started to stream down her eyes. Internally she felt frustrated. She moved his chest, calling out his name,
“Damien! Damien, wake up! Please,” her please coming out in a whisper, “You narcist vampire you told me you
would be my husband,” she said angrily hoping he would at least wake up to respond to her cheesily but that
didn’t work, “Why won’t you wake up,” she asked him, her eyes blurred with the amount of tears that had filled her eyes.
Didn’t he say it two days ago and here they were…She wiped the tears from her face as it only increased. Penny
had done everything she thought was possible. Jumping out of the window had been canceled knowing the
witches wouldn’t allow her and Damien step out of the circle. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath and
opening to look down at Damien. It was told that when a person is about to die, they see their entire life in front of them and right now it was Damien who Penny gazed down at.
Was this all? It was hard to accept that this could be her fate and his.
Another tear fell from her eye. Taking Damien’s hand in hers, she wrapped his larger using both her hands,
wanting to express how grateful she was to have met him. They had spent good months together and with the
time that had passed, she wouldn’t have wished to die with anyone else next to her but him. Her chest felt heavy
not knowing what was going to happen. If the ritual would proceed and she would die in a snap or if it would be a slow death as the fire would engulf her and him together.
Her fingers brushed the back of his hand, holding it with tears that only spilled before they seized, her mind starting to settle down and calming herself around the flaming fire.
She closed her eyes, her hand gripping tight on Damien who was on the ground when she felt his fingers move.
The blood that Penny had poured into his mouth had taken time to trickle down, touching the back of his neck
that slowly had seeped in the back of his throat. When Damien’s eyes snapped open, they had turned completely
dark. It was pitch black to be consumed by the darkness that had often lurked around his heart. The corruption
had triggered and taken over the body of the pureblooded vampire that hadn’t been able to handle the sedation.
What the black witch had passed in the porridge was more than sedation to the vampire to put him into sleep
but also to stop the heart which would eventually stop and corrupt the heart during sleep. Maybe it would have
worked if no blood was given. The sedation caused an imbalance, breaking the sleep with the blood that the
corruption in Damien’s body was seeking. Corrupting an already corrupted body didn’t make much difference as it was already done.
Damien belonged to the second generation of vampires, which meant cheap tricks of the white or black witch of
the current generation wouldn’t work on him. He was as good as an indestructible vampire unless one of the first
two generations witches potions were given to him which none of the witches could get their hands on.
Noticing Damien who was awake and sit up, unable to contain herself and not bothering with the fire anymore,
she flung her arms around Damien happy to see him awake. Damien didn’t hold back in holding her close to him
and as the fire blazed, the room was left alone where Damien had switched them to the cold forest where snow
was around. Penny clutched on to him, fearing she was dreaming him to be awake. She felt his hand brush on the back of her head slowly.
Now that they were both safe, she remembered, “The books!” and without needing to be told or asked, the next
second Damien dropped the books on the snow. He started to walk back towards the inn and she held his arm,
“Where are you going?” her eyes were extremely anxious while his eyes were left to be hollow and empty, “There
are five of them there,” she notified him. She was unsure if Damien was alright as a while ago he had been asleep without being able to wake himself up.
“I know,” his reply came to be clipped, his eyes reminding her that his emotions were not in control and it was
the corruption that had taken over his body now. She didn’t want him to go where there was a possible trap
waiting for him. Penny had never been in such situations or had never seen Damien’s abilities to believe that
everything would end well. She was worried after what just happened where the witches believed that they were still in there with her being sacrificed.
Seeing him take two steps forward, “Don’t go, please,” she could still feel the pain of loneliness when he was
lying back in the inn motionless. The tears that had stopped filled back up, “If you’re going, drink the blood,” she knew Damien hadn’t taken blood this evening and she was not going to risk it.
It wasn’t the snarky, sarcastic Damien but as if something else had possessed him, “Please,” she pleaded in a
whisper, her green eyes not looking away from his. Turning, he took a step further towards her, his hands circling
around her waist and his face leaning towards her. Instead of his lips going to her neck, it came to halt near her ears,
“Wait for me here,” his voice seemed deeper and the next second he had snapped something below her ear that her body turned lax and unconscious in his arms.