The light that emitted from the lantern was blocked from spreading further in the room, not because of the magistrate but because the oiled cotton stick had started to reduce.Damien looked at the man who had a round belly with the belt that was worn tightly fitting around his trousers. A furry coat that he wore to cover himself against the cold. Glancing at the fireplace from the corner of his eyes, he caught the last of the woods that were burning bright red and orange in color.
It wasn’t his first where Damien caught an official making his own money while letting the poor suffer under his guidance. This was the case with a lot of villages compared to the towns which were comparatively more developed villages.
Keeping the sweet demeanor which he had picked up from one of the officials in the council, he continued to speak seeing the distaste that formed on the magistrate’s face,
“Mr. Linguin,” Damien read the name tag that was placed on the desk, “If it is money I will be sure to fund it,” this got the magistrate to furrow his brows in question as to why a man who had nothing to do with this village was willing to pay money for someone who was not related to the poor paupers of this village, “My father is Mr. Zuknoulen. I am sure you have heard of him.”
The magistrate gave it a thought. Trying to find the name in his brain wondering who it might be. By the looks of the clothes that the man in front of him wore, it appeared to be expensive. His cunning eyes looking down at Damien’s expensive leather shoes which looked as if they were only brought yesterday from the store.
“My father was one of the few men who had helped in the initiative of bringing up the village to some shape. I would be very disheartening if his soul found out in which condition the village was left in. Maybe we both could put the needed money,” this was enough for the magistrate to narrow his eyes back at the human in front of him.
“Nice try,” said the man coming around the table, his fingers holding gold rings which had stones fitted into it, “If you think I will believe in whatever scam you are trying by pulling out the money, that is not happening. If you have a lot of money, give it to me. I will be sure to put it for good use than spend it on the rats who don’t deserve it.”
Damien took a step forward closer to the man where the magistrate stopped his footstep from moving closer the uninvited guest, “Get out of my office now,” he raised his hand pointing towards the door, “This village doesn’t need your charity so leave right now before I call the guards and put you in the cells which I am sure you won’t like.”
“Don’t point your finger blatantly,” said Damien to which the plump man blinked his eyes once and the next second the magistrate screamed in pain, his voice echoing through the cabin of the room while also spilling out the voice outside which had got some of the nearby villager’s attention.
“Ahh, Ahhh!!” the man continued to scream. Penny squinted her eyes at the screams that erupted from the magistrate’s mouth, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
“Twisting your finger? I guess it wasn’t enough of a realization,” Damien pondered thoughtfully before twisting the finger further where the magistrate who had already turned around in pain to feel his finger being more twisted.
“STOP IT! Alright, we can split the money. You can put half of it and I can put half of it. We can make the village just like how your father would have wished for it to flourish,” said Mr. Linguin, the magistrate who heaved for breath.
What Penny didn’t understand was that how a simple twist to the finger could cause so much pain that had got the village bully screaming his voice out. She stared at Damien who looked to be in ease. As if he were waiting for the water to finish boiling which was placed on top of the fire.
“The offer has expired. Now I would like you to pay the whole money without you swindling a single penny from the families who live here,” at Damien’s words the magistrate looked unhappy and shook his face immediately.
“You think I am stupid?” asked the magistrate trying to show some defiance in front of Damien with his head that faced in the sm direction as Damien’s, “How the hell are you this strong?” asked the man confused. Humans were not even half this strong which was why the magistrate who was a half-vampire was trying to wrap his head around how this fool could have this much power over him when it should have been the other way round.
He had been turned by one of the vampires, turning himself from human to a half-vampire who came at the lower level of a vampire and pureblooded vampire.
“Why don’t you think a little harder,” at the word harder, Damien squeezed the man’s index finger between his own two fingers with ease due to which a loud unmanly scream erupted through his thick neck, “I have to say,” Penny noticed the way Damien’s demeanor changed with one feature to another until he was finished with his sentence, “For a magistrate you aren’t bright, are you? Who appointed you here?” Damien tilted his head to his side, looking at the man’s face before he dragged him near the lantern and turning Mr. Linguin around so that he could look at his face much more clearly.
With the light now that was close to Damien’s face, the light reflected back from his face. Mr. Linguin was only trying to catch some air with the man in the front who had not let go of the grip on his finger he looked up to see his face now that it was close for his small eyes to go wide at the color of his iris.
It wasn’t black and brown in color but dark red eyes that stared into his. This person wasn’t a human but a vampire.
