“It is but I would rely more on you than some strangers. Some of them have already tapped into the forbidden magic. As good as they are right now, they are nothing less to an explosive weapon where you don’t know when it will go off in the greed for more power,” Damien had let Penny work in the church as it had been feasible until now but with the new unknown creature who had attacked her, he didn’t believe the church was safe anymore, “I heard something from Herbert.”
“What did he say?” Alexander’s eyes shifted from forest to his cousin who had lifted his hand towards his mouth.
“Something about the black witches who didn’t know how to work the ritual. That it isn’t a white witch they need to unbind the magic.”
“You think I am the one?” Lord Alexander asked, taking the last puff and putting it down on the ground before stamping it with his expensive shoes.
“It only makes sense. All we have known over the years is that we have a black witch and we have the white witches, the theories that have conspired and come up which some of us believed and some of us didn’t. Aunt Isabelle was part of the era, wasn’t she,” Damien reminded his cousin where the Lord turned his head back to look at the forest.
Lord Alexander wasn’t the child of simple parents. His father was a second-generation pureblooded vampire while his mother belonged to the first of the first witches. Not everyone knew about it, and the ones who knew of it kept a keen eye on the man. Waiting for him to trip and do a mistake which neither his parents nor he had committed until now.
It was obvious that when a man reached or belonged to the highest society and level of vampires and witches, one was bound to fall under many’s eyes. The man continued to stare at the forest whilst he remembered the days where his mother had been murdered in front of his eyes. He was five years old when that had happened and many years had now passed since that event but the day was still fresh in his mind.
His hand gripped the rails of the patio. He knew his mother had protected him, enough that no one suspected him that it wasn’t just vampire blood but that part of his blood came from his mother which he had never used. His mother Isabelle Genevieve was a white witch but she had stopped practicing it after she married his father. He had made sure to stay away from it but at the same time, he felt there was another reason as to why she had stopped. Not letting a shadow of the magic to fall on him and raising him as the heir to take up his father’s position when the time would come.
“I can’t have the ability of a black witch and no one has ever suspected me to be a white witcher,” said Alexander. Knowing well how the black witches could identify the white witches to only put them in further trouble, “I must be another kind,” he smirked saying it.
“Do you think the witches know or suspect about it?” asked Damien, tilting the cigar and pressing the burning side to the grill, “It is only time when they realize and come for you.”
“So far I doubt anyone knows about it. Everyone knows me as the person who kills and doesn’t follow the lines of the law.”
“You should be glad Rueben lets you off the hook,” Damien chuckled, knowing well how the head council was lenient when it came to him. Reuben didn’t take inefficiency well, especially when it was about breaking the rules which everyone was supposed to follow but the pureblooded vampires found it to be hard when it came to following them.
“He had a thing for mother. It is only obvious he would be lenient to the woman’s son.”
“How do you know that?” Damien tipped his chin up in question.
Alexander smiled, looking afar to say, “I just happened to find out about it.” His mother and Rueben knew each other for some years before she met his father, Zachary. It had been a few years ago since he had found out about it when he had found out the little picture in the drawer that was hidden in the head council room, “Don’t you think the black witches will tip Penelope’s name to the council? You cannot have her hidden forever here.”
Damien rolled his eyes, “I know that but she isn’t prepared for it. There has been an increase in the count of the witch hunters. What I don’t understand is why aren’t they going towards the Wovile as that is where the black witches reside. Most of them at least. They have been popping back and forth in Bonelake.”
“How many?” asked Lord Alexander.
“Killed six of them and there are more who are strolling in the streets. One has been following her ardently,” Damien didn’t like the fact that Penny had failed to mention it but when he had started to send her to the church for studying from the other white witches, he had changed his coachman to a fellow council to chaperon her. To make sure he got the reports as it was. Penelope might have thought it was something she could handle but the witch hunters were like a pest that was hard to wash off the skin and had to be removed by a knife once they got attached.
“That’s quite a party. What did you do to the bodies?”
“All in the lake of bones,” Damien waved one of his hands.
Lord Alexander sighed, “I wished we had one here. It is hard to hide the corpses,” by name his cousin was the lord of Valeria but in the end, he was still his cousin brother. He knew the number of bodies that could pile up in a month or a year when it came to Alexander.
