After the discussion that took place in the head council room, Damien and Nicholas were the first ones to step out of the room, leaving Lionel in with Reuben as they headed out of there.
“Lord Nicholas, I had a few questions to ask which I couldn’t ask you earlier in the room,” said Damien as they took a right. The two men walked, Lord Nicholas giving him a nod while staring at him with his eyes looking mellow and soft on a person which was not what it seemed to be, “Have you heard about the alignment of the stars?” he asked him.
“I don’t think I have ever come across it. What about it?” asked the man, a pureblooded vampire himself where his eyes scanned the floor before going back to Damien.
“It was something that I discovered a few months ago through a witch named Bathsheba.”
“Black witch?” Lord Nicholas inquired.
“Yes,” Lord Nicholas was already aware of how Damien Quinn worked. The man got the work done therefore it didn’t matter on how it was getting completed, “She spoke about the alignment of stars. Falling stars one after another in the very same line, it happens once every ten centuries. When the star fell this time, each star gave a special ability to someone. Three stars, three people but that wasn’t all,” though Lord Nicholas’ expression was calm and peaceful, Damien could tell that something was working at the back of his head. Figuring and dissecting every word he spoke to him, “The belief is that the black witches were targetting the families for corruption as well mass murder in the house where these three people live.”
A smile came to play on Lord Nicholas’ lips, and he said,
“Looks like you know something. How about we step outside the building. The walls here are sometimes very thin,” he suggested and they went stepped outside the building.
They walked close towards the forest, Lord Nicholas asked, “How do you know the witches picked the families considering who lived and about these stars?”
“I am sure the black witches have been testing out everything and anything, first killing the humans, then the vampires, white witches. They went so far as to have the humans turn to half black witches. I say this because I know what happened and who are the people who receive these gifts.”
“People don’t call you the digger for no reason,” Lord Nicholas praised the man for finding it out yet keeping an eye after all one of the people whom he was speaking about was no less than a sister to him.
Damien chuckled. That wasn’t the reason. The reason was that he had threatened and had also dug and buried people alive before.
“I am taking that with the recent attack of corruption that took place at your own mansion there’s a person with an ability there too,” Lord Nicholas was quicker in catching up to where Damien was going.
“That’s right,” there was no point hiding when all of them were playing on the same team which was against the black witches, “Lady Vivian Carmichael is one of them. The second is Penelope, the girl you met at the market,” Lord Nicholas nodded, he remembered the girl. She had green eyes. Vivian had the ability to touch and see the history of an object, it made him wonder what the girl, Penelope was capable of.
“Who is the third person?” he asked intrigued.
“Belle Adams,” answered Damien, “Though the black witches might have tracked where the alignment of stars favored, it couldn’t point out who it was. If the death took place parallelly it could have been considered as a ritual but it wasn’t one. They were trying to create a whole wipe out whilst killing the main person.”
“But none of them died,” Nicholas stated to have Damien nodding his head. ‘
“That is because the massacre turned out to be unsuccessful. I am not sure what the witches are looking for but this is just a possible theory. Unfortunately, my handy black witch was chased away from the land thanks to the witch hunters,” Damien sighed. It truly was a disadvantage with no Bathsheba to take information from, “The reason I spoke about this is so that you can relay the message to the Duke to be careful with the black witches, none of us know what they are trying to achieve.”
A small frown came to settle on his forehead, “Leonard and Vivian are in Valeria. They have gone to visit her brother there, I will send the message to them though.”
“Also another thing. In our case, it was another switcher who I had mistaken to be Penelope when I got her back home but I believe it was Creed who slipped in the switcher to the Carmichael’s mansion.”
“I see,” he said, his lips setting into thin line where he looked pensive, “I appreciate the information you have shared. If Creed really has a hand in it, I think it is only time he departs from this place,” he said smiling.
When Damien left Nicholas’ side, walking back inside the building as he had other things to do, Nicholas continued to walk in the forest. The snow making it unknown of his presence as not a sound was heard, his shoes sinking in and out of the white ground he finally stopped when he reached the middle of the forest. A place where no one ever came or wandered.
Though the magic where the black witches were made sure that they would never come to enter or wander anywhere around the council building there were still some places away from the buildings where the councilmen didn’t go to step on.
Something lurked behind the large trees, its dark robe moving across the snow, “You shouldn’t be here. It’s easier to spot you during the time of winter,” said Lord Nicholas to whatever it was that continued to lurk behind the trees.
“I need you to follow a man. He has an eyepatch on one of his eyes. His hair is black and he’s considerably old and friendly. Follow councilman Creed and deal with him as you always do,” Lord Nicholas continued to look at the abyss of the white snow which was around him. If there was one thing he wouldn’t risk, it was family.
