Young Master Damien's Pet

Mila looked at the girl who looked as good as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old. Her blue eyes which were the most attractive feature of her face which scanned the room, walking forward and entering the room that gained everyone's attention.

Though by looks she looked young, Mila was sure she was older than the rest who were here. They had been hunting witches for years now, their clan which was created by Councilman Creed, they often caught the witches and brought them to Creed's disposal, to Mila he was a father figure, someone who had bothered to care for her when there was no roof to shelter her. It was only after Creed's death did this young black witch show up in front of her but to come in front of everyone today, she wondered what was going on. The black witch had appeared only in front of a few people, and she chose her time wisely before she disappeared again making her almost like a phantom ghost.

Getting up, she went to the black witch to greet her.

Mila bowed her head, the girl looked young but that didn't mean she was young. There were rumors on how black witches hid their age, slowing down their age process similar to the vampires but gradually moving forward than stopping and then continuing their age like pureblooded vampires did.

"Who do we have here?" Diskenth asked, standing up walking towards the beautiful black witch who looked young. Of course, the man had never met her even though he was assigned by Master Creed.

Diskenth not having met her before went forward, touching her hair when suddenly he screamed in pain, "AHH!" his hand twisting by itself and he fell on his knees with pain.

The other witch hunters and some of the witches who had taken a hub here just stared at the young girl. Her hand which was in her coat pulled out the voodoo doll which she had been holding in her hand.

She didn't bother to talk to him and instead spoke to Mila, "Where are the rest of the members?" Mila didn't know how the black witch knew that some of them were still out as she had never met them before.

"They went out after a witch. They should be back soon," she informed the young black witch who only continued to stare down at the man and the people, looking them in the eye. Mila was not particularly fond of the black witches but it seemed like Master Creed had great plans along with this witch to turn the world to a better place. And she believed the man.

"That's alright. From now I will be here mostly telling you what to do and not," said the young girl with blue eyes, "Both Creed and I wanted to change the lands. The people who most have been believing are nothing but falsified statements that are filled with lies. People are selfish and will steal any and everything which is why people who in support will be welcomed and be allowed to be part of something bigger that will change the history of these lands. Children like you will not be abandoned."

"How can we trust you?" a woman asked from behind, "The black witches have done nothing but bring us trouble over the years."

The blue-eyed girl smiled, "I won't deny there are some of the black witches who are like that who like disrupting things around which is why I will be managing those witches from now. Leave them in my care and they will not only work for me but for you. My name is Sabbi," she announced it out loud which returned some murmurs from the crowd of witch hunters, "This is what your master Creed wanted. To clean the council, to clean the council, you need to clean the lands and to clean the lands we first need to clean the towns and the villages. To take control, unless you want to turn your fate to something like this."

The girl said looking down at the man who had tried to touch her which reminded her of the time when her mother had been violated in front of her. When she napped the arms of the voodoo doll, the man screamed in agony and pain. His arm looking loose as if it was barely hanging on his shoulder right now.

The people around her looked at her in shock. They hadn't heard her whisper nor did they see her move her lips, all she had to do was move the doll to get her work done. They had never heard or seen anything like this.

"Taking that you will cooperate well, I look forward to working with all of you," said the young blue-eyed girl who had called herself to be Sabbi. Upon hearing a carriage that came to stop by in front of the abandoned house, the girl turned around, walking out with Mila who followed her closely.

"Mistress, welcome back," the little girl named Judith bowed at Ester who was small in stature, "I didn't know you were going to visit us here."

"I thought it was time to look at how things were going here. I will be here, monitoring how to establish ourselves and make sure the council doesn't have much hold on the people or management. You're doing a wonderful job, Mila but make sure from now any witch you find you bring him or her to me," Ester gave a peaceful smile to the human hunter who nodded her head, "Go inside and kill the boy there. We don't need someone handicap who can't work for us."

Mila didn't move from her place. She hated the man but he had been working with them for some years now and it was none other than Sabbi who had almost torn his arm off his body.

"I can send drop him to another village-" Mila started to hear the girl interrupt her,

"He knows too much. We don't want him blabbering something he shouldn't out of hate. If you don't go now and do what I have asked you to do," the blue eyes of the girl stared into hers.

Mila gave her a reluctant nod, walking inside and pulling out her gun to point at the man who had hurled himself on the floor in pain. When Diskenth and the others watched her aim her gun, the man started to wave his only good arm in front of her,

"What are you doing?!" Diskenth asked in terror, his eyes wide and Mila shot the man dead.

Outside the house, the little girl turned hearing the gunshot inside the house, she looked up at her mistress and said,

"You have found your scapegoats. It is good that Creed died. You were going to kill him anyway," giggled the little girl.