The innkeeper’s eyes were wide and she stumbled behind as the vampire whom she didn’t know was a pureblooded vampire approached her. She waved her hand behind her as if trying to search the last standing woman as another male witcher was torn to pieces when she felt nothing but empty air behind her. When she turned to look at the tall and lean black witch, the woman wasn’t there anymore and she looked back in panic.
Damien straight went for her neck, raising her from the ground such that her legs started to swing furiously like a fish which was taken out from the water, “What is the plan?” he asked her.
The white witch shook her head to tell him that she didn’t know about anything and was only helping the witches, “Pl-ple-ase, sp-are me!”
“Aren’t you late for forgiveness?” he wasn’t in the mood of forgiving her, “To have some nerve to poison me and plan to kill me in the fire. Let me take you in there,” saying that he dragged the woman, pulling her as she thrashed and tried to get away but there was no one until now who had been able to get out after Damien had caught them by his sharp claws, “Don’t be shy. I will return the hospitality you have provided us and for the lovely stay. It is only right that I return it back to you.”
As the witches were not performing the ritual anymore and had stopped it here the massacre that had only started must have stopped too. Damien didn’t care about the thrashing as he was much stronger than her and her weight felt indifferent to him.
When they were near the white witch started to fret and panic, “NO! NO! DON’T-” she screamed at the top of her lungs but there was no one to care or to look.
Damien finally looked at the innkeeper, a smile on his lips which looked creepier than anything right now, “Enjoy your time in hell until I arrive,” the white witch shook her head. Catching hold of her from behind he threw her into her inn. The inn started to crumble down one after another, the scream of the white witch which made him look at the broken inn caught up in the fire. The black witches wanted a white witch to be sacrificed and one of the white witches did get sacrificed. Though unfortunately, there were no black witches to continue the ritual and the white witch they had decided to make use as the sacrificial goat was now safe.
His eyes sought out for his beloved mother-in-law. Scanning the area to see she had long gone and wouldn’t be seen for a while but not for too long,, thought Damien to himself. He would hunt her down, drag her through the pits of fire and torture her for thinking time after time to kill Penny. Until he was alive, he wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He would protect her with everything. The fire continued to burn brightly, the smoke moving up higher and higher up in the sky, the flame in front of him reflecting in his eyes.
After a while, there was nothing but smoke that surrounded the area. To have others notice it, the town people who lived nearby had their own town lit up in fire to notice it. Even the smoke started to reduce after a while leaving two bodies and blood on the snow ground with a body that was buried in the collapsed inn.
Back in a mansion, Damien had his hands folded against his chest. Staring outside the large window and looking at one of the towns where men were pouring water around to stop the little fire which was left.
When the door was knocked, he turned his body to look at the Lord of Woville step inside the room, “You should rest too, councilman Damien. The massacre won’t be taking place for a while now. At least for a few weeks. Would you want me to call a doctor?” he offered. The man was young and in his early twenties who looked like a late teenager, his brown hair chopped to be short and sharp.
“That won’t be needed. She needs rest,” said Damien, looking at Penny who was still sleeping. Penelope was now on the bed, her eyes closed as she was fast asleep. After returning back to the forest, he had brought her here as the outer part of the towns or villages was not safe for her. The technique he had used with her was something he had picked from one of the oldest councilmen who no longer lived in this world. It made a person unconscious by putting them to a temporary sleep.
The Lord of Wovile, waved his hand towards the door before walking out of the room with Damien so that Penny could get some peace and quiet as she rested.
“How are things in the town?” Damien asked the state of the towns that had been caught up in the massacre.
“No one died which is good news but there are some significant injuries. I will need to take help from both the Lord of West and East so that they can strengthen the lands such that the black witches won’t step in and out freely.”
“I will be sure to put in a word with my cousin,” Damien stated for the young man to nod his head.
“That would be very much appreciated. I am sorry for what happened. I don’t think any of us expected the black witches to make a hub and use a white witch as a sacrifice. Though I don’t understand why they would choose to do it here and not Bonelake. No offense but the white witches here are very scarce. People don’t show up and if they do all of them are involved with the black witches.”
They walked down the corridor but not too far until they came to stand in front of a large window that was the size of the door itself…
