Damien didn’t wait for long and snapped his fingers to get the guard’s attention who stood on the other end of the narrow dark corridor. When the two guards walked to where he was, he said,
“Give her the level L treatment. I will be right here talking to my next prisoner while you deal with her,” when he gave out the order, the woman snapped her head with her eyes widened and her expression that had finally changed one to be of horror.
“You cannot do that to me!” she said on hearing what treatment she would be getting.
Damien, who was about to walk away from there, turned around with a quizzical expression on his face, “What do you mean I cannot? I am the councilman here and you, milady are someone who has been stripped from the powers of being an elder councilwoman. I am sure you can enjoy the pain as much as you enjoyed inflicting it on the others,” he then let out a smile where his fangs came in appearance and his eyes appeared darker, “Have fun. Don’t miss me too much, I will be right in the next cell,” he informed her.
With that, Damien Quinn made his way to the other cell room where councilman Krane was present. The man appeared to look as if he was on the verge of collapsing and the little shred of courage that he had evaporated in thin air when he heard the councilwoman scream from the other side.
“She is enjoying her time. Would you like to share the same sentiment as her by having your toes clipped away or would you rather spill what’s going on, hmm?” Damien asked him politely.
The man started to stutter incoherent words, “I-I will tell you…” this had the pureblooded vampire beam in glee.
“What a good man you are. I knew I liked you for a reason. Now tell me,” and Damien picked up all the information that was known to Councilman Krane who had been working beside Ava as they plotted with the black witches.
While Damien was receiving the information about the plan of the witches, Penelope was trying to learn to manage her ability or rather start her ability as she had been unsuccessful. When she was about to leave the mansion to meet the black witch who was imprisoned not too far away from the bridge, Caitlin stopped her,
“Where are you going?” asked the red-headed woman.
Penny looked around them to make sure no one was around and she said, “To meet Piers.”
“Let me come with you,” Caitlin offered to accompany her to the place. Since the time Penny had turned the butler to a toad, Damien had asked her to make sure Penny didn’t do anything she wasn’t supposed to do. As funny and comical the situation had turned to be, both Damien and Caitlin knew how Penny was at times when it came to jumping into things to find and learn more about herself.
Penny gave her a nod not minding if her aunt was going to come with her. She knew that Damien had asked her aunt to keep an eye on her but it wasn’t like she was reckless all the time. It had been a good lesson to check before running a spell in the future. God only knew in what state Durik was in right now. If she weren’t wrong he would have cursed himself or had passed out from exhaustion now.
Going to the underground dungeon in the forest, they saw Piers who was staring at the ceiling.
“Another toad prospect?” Piers asked looking at Caitlin to see the woman roll her eyes.
“Do you want to turn into one?” Caitlin shot back at him.
“I have a question to ask you,” Penny spoke to the witcher.
The black witcher wondered what it was and asked her, “What is it?”
Penny asked him, “Does voodoo doll work on the black witches?”
“It should work fine. You need to have a belonging to the person who you want to turn into a doll,” he replied. Penny wondered why the pureblooded vampires were blessed in a way where the voodoo magic, as well as other magic like transformation, didn’t work on them, “Do you know any spell that can let one know where a person is at a point of time?”
Piers stared at her, “Who do you want to find?”
“Does it work?” Penny wanted to know the answer for it as it had been weighing in her mind for an hour now.
“You need to have their blood but you cannot do it, milady,” Penny was aware of it. The white witches didn’t have the spell locator but the black witches, some of them knew how to find a person, on which land they were on and the possible closest distance. She was a white witch and even though she had black blood in her, she couldn’t do it. The black witches often used sacrificial things to attain their goals. Having already killed some of the people in the past few days, Penny was slightly worried where her black witch trait would come to the surface and make things difficult for her, “But I can do it for you,” he offered it to her.
“Just like that?” Caitlin questioned the boy as she looked at him with one of her eyebrows raised at him.
“What are the drawbacks of it? Anything you need to tell me that I need to know before we do it,” Penny didn’t fall into a trap again where things would only complicate more from here.
“I need an animal to kill and something that belongs to the person,” Piers answered her burning question.
“What kind of animal? Will chicken do the job?” She asked him. She still remembered the time when she had killed the rabbit for Damien’s sake but that had not sufficed which had turned her to be the potential meal of the day.
“Chicken, hen, duck,” the witcher nodded his head, “They all should be fine but it is important that you bring or have the person’s belongings with you when we start the ritual.”
“Okay,” Penny agreed and said, “Thank you,” this brought a surprised expression on the witcher’s face as he had never been thanked before. Not only because he was a black witch but also because he was the lowest of the low who was not respected by his own kind but then respect never existed in the black witches and if it was, it was only because of the fear they had for the other.
When they went out and started to walk away and towards the bridge, Cailtin asked her, “Is it for the butler?”
“Yes. I don’t know why but I have this feeling in my chest which is hard to get rid of. I feel like he’s in trouble and if something were to happen to him, it would be because of me. I need to make sure he is alright.”
Caitlin gave her a look of understanding, “The most that will happen to the toad is being eaten by a snake or a bird. If he hasn’t been attacked so far, she should be doing good.”
Penny could only hope and pray that he was doing alright.
