Young Master Damien's Pet

The white witches and the black witches were considered to be the sisters on the other side of the door as they had a stark difference between each other. It made Damien wonder who was this cousin the black witch was speaking of.

"We heard from an older sister of ours that the lost inscriptions mentioned about the creature that was the highest form of a witch," the red-haired witch brought her hand close to his face to touch him. Moved by his appearance which was sharp and smooth that had a hint of aggressiveness which was being pulled out due to the corrupting heart.

This time Penny went to speak, "It is the child of the witches. A lot of time it can be their offspring or someone that belongs to a hybrid of parents with one of them being a witch," this caught Damien's attention right away. One of the parents being a witch. It wasn't common for witches to marry humans or vampires but most of them kept it under utter secrecy for safe measures. The possibility of black witches marrying was likely low but the same didn't hold for the white witches.

"How do you find it out?" he heaved for air this time. Every breath of his moving in and out with great difficulty.

"We have our own means," Damien could tell that whatever this means was, it wasn't working well or it was just that they had no eyes to spot the possible person. Though he wasn't sure, there was a possibility that his own cousin was a dark witch.

The current Lord of Valeria, Alexander Delcorv was the son of a pureblooded vampire and a white witch. It was doubt where there was a high chance of him being the dark witch though he hadn't shown any witch traits. Dark witch...it was the first time he had heard the term which hadn't surfaced among the humans nor the council members. Strong blood always caused a different or unique reaction, and Alexander's mother was a renowned white witch who fell in the hatred hands of the humans out of bad luck.

He felt the black witch continue touching his face like a lover before he caught her hand in his firm, "How fiesty, even before you lose your sanity. I will be sure to enjoy your company as you fall to doom and pain."

When she went to pull away from her hand, the grip on her wrist was too strong which she didn't expect as the pureblooded vampire was going through core corruption, "Foolish witches," he commented, getting up he threw the witch far away from him on the ground. He spat the blood out that came to settle in his mouth. Bringing his hand up, he wiped his lips, "Did you really think that little thing could affect me?"

This time it was the black witch and Penny who looked in fear at Damien. The looked at him with disbelieving eyes, "Is the potion not working?" asked the red-haired woman.

"It can't be. I injected the right one," answered Penny, "Maybe it takes time!" there was panic in her voice which made Damien chuckle. The black witch stood up from the ground, pulling out a tube and uncorking it. Ready to throw the liquid in it she raised her hand at him.

"Fear is beautiful. Especially when you can taste it in the air. It makes my blood race in excitement," Damien looked up them with his eyes that had turned pitch black. His tongue ran through the corner of his lips to taste the metallic taste of blood on it.

The black witch had her eyes wide, her scaly appearance surfacing on herself due to the flight and fight mode that they had been put into now out of unexpectedness.

She was sure that she had made use of the very same potion which was used to inject into the vampires so that they could start the destruction. It was something she had acquired from a fellow black witch for a high price. Picking the raw spit grass, she sprinkled it on Damien before he could advance on her.

The liquid fell on Damien's skin, "Another potion of the witches," he said unaffected even though his face looked burnt. One could see the surface of the skin that was dissolved to showcase the red and pink muscles beneath it, causing ridges and hooves. What appeared to be damaged started to heal itself until his skin looked brand new again making the witches look more shocked than before.

Bellium had created this potion herself which was used to disfigure the vampires which included the pureblooded vampires, "You are a corrupted vampire, it shouldn't be long before you fall victim to it."

"Do you really believe that?" he c.o.c.ked his head to the side.

"You were coughing blood! And your eyes have turned black. It is proof," said the black witch, turning around and picking another bottle.

Damien ran his fingers through his hair. What could he say, his acting was top notch. Coughing blood on his hand as his eyes returned back to the red color, he asked, "Is this what you mean?" there was a smile pulled upon his lips. The black witch gulped.As he walked towards her, a dart flew to stick to the side of his neck, the liquid inside it seeping into his skin. He pulled the dart from his neck and shot the black witch with his gun right on her forehead. Her skin starting to defragment and disintegrate before turning to a pile of dust on the ground.

Turning to Penny, he pulled the cork which made a creaking sound,

"D-don't kill me," said Penny, fear in her eyes. Her jade green eyes with specks were wide and shocked, "Please."

"Did you really think I wouldn't have noticed that you were not the real one?" there was slight perspiration that had formed over the girl's forehead.