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Young master Damien’s pet Chapter 353

Chapter 352 Pitchforks- Part 2

Penny gave out a worried look, “Don’t you think we should help her and the others?”

“We don’t have time for it, Penelope. We came here to drive the other sisters away if they have already infiltrated the town that is.”

“But-”

“She will be fine. She was doing fine all this while, she should be doing good,” Damien looked down at her with his knitted brows. An evident frown that was directed to her, “We need to find the connection pipes in the underground.”

Penny pressed her lips. Staring at Damien as he switched the subject to what they had come here for. The scent which was sprinkled on her was allergic to the witches. It caused them difficulty in breathing which was one way to stop them from running away so that they could catch them easily.

She saw Damien waiting for her to speak, knowing well his threat stood well when it came to her being put back in the inn so that he could work without any hindrance, “There are too many pipes. It wasn’t just the outer pipe that connects to the nearest rivers but there are sub connectors that form the inner circle on top of which the buildings have been built. You will need to find another alternative.”

“How about your spells?” he inquired.

“I have a few but I will need to find a spot to start the ritual.”

“What about your ingredients?”

“I have them,” on Penny’s answer, Damien was glad that she had come prepared with everything than with empty hands like they had come to view the city. Penny had a candle in her pocket, one single candle that she had carried before leaving the inn. But before they could decide to move to a more secluded space where there wouldn’t be any eyes to hover and look, there was a sound of swooping in the air that felt like the wind which had suddenly started to cut into the atmosphere everywhere around.

A loud cackling laugh was heard at the top of one of the buildings where a person stood with a broomstick in the hand which stood upright. The person was none other than a black witch, a man with his scaly skin and tongue that slid in and out of his mouth before he ordered, “Pick what you get!”

For a moment, everyone was still until other witches started to zap in and out through the alleys and other places of the town. The crowd started to panic and scream, a loud hustle being the cause where everyone started to scatter while trying to make it to their houses. At a point, it didn’t matter to go home and all they wanted was to take safety.Some of the nearest houses didn’t care to give shelter and instead locked their windows and houses leaving people out when they approached them.

While some villagers were trying to hide and take shelter there were some brave souls who came with their pitchforks and torch fire.

It was Penny’s first time seeing the witches fly and attack a village, her life had been fortunate but she willingly had stepped into a possible future dead land a mine of where black witches would attack. She saw some of the black witches who picked up the villagers, some picking thin ones while some picked the fatter ones which showed how size didn’t matter to them. There were at least more than thirty witches right now who had come to attack and steal from the new town.

“AHH!!!”

“MOVE MOVE! TOWN UNDER ATTACK,” a man cried out as he ran past them without caring if people actually heard what he was saying as everyone was busy screaming and running. In midst of all of this, Penny and Damien hadn’t moved from where they were since the attack of the witches.

The screams were turning a lot as people were being picked by the black witches, swooping with the help of their broomsticks which were filled with black magic.

“Do you want to take part in it?” she heard Damien ask her calmly. Of course, Damien didn’t care if the black witches were going to attack him or now unlike the other humans and some of the lower vampires who were residing in this town.

“You mean the running or torching?” As Penny asked this, she saw one of the humans who had gone yelling towards the black witch had his head twisted that had him fallen flat on the ground.

“You can do anything you want until you can keep yourself safe. If you don’t reveal yourself now you can move freely tomorrow and wait until you decide to strike. If you hunt them today they will hunt you tomorrow,” saying that he pulled out one of the few bottles she had given him earlier which she personally had created, “Shall we test if it works?”

Wait! What happened to giving her an option?! Damien didn’t wait and instead threw the bottle right at the black witch who had killed the human a few seconds ago.

Penny didn’t know why but as Damien threw the bottle casually everything felt as if the time had slowed itself. The bottle moved from his hand, flying in the air and slowly dropping right at the black witch’s feet that shattered the glass. Suddenly there was a blast and the black witch’s body caught fire and smoke started to emanate from her body.

Though what she thought didn’t go as expected. The black witch wasn’t burned until ash and it only went as far as to bother the witch and distract her so that others could find time to run away and escape from there.

“I didn’t have a subject to test on,” Penny flinched looking at the black witch who was trying to get rid of the fire from her body.

“That’s alright,” Damien spoke out, casually pulling out the rest of the bottles he had carried, “This is your ground to test if your creations will do well. This is an excellent place…” he threw the bottles right at the other witches…

Young master Damien’s pet

Young master Damien’s pet

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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?"

The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.

"Bring the man here."

"N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night.

Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes.

"Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out.

Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain.

"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.

Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market.

On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.

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