“But they have had a clean record. How I am aware, I think mine was the only shady work they have done so far. Do you think my mother is playing a prank?” Penny didn’t trust her mother and there was no saying when and what the black witch could do.
With her involvement in the massacre and the unbinding of the black magic, not to forget how she wanted to kill Penny, she wasn’t sure in what state of mind her mother was in.
“If that was so she wouldn’t have pranked about her own body. Hmm, human and posh, that wasn’t much of a description to understand and figure out who it was,” Damien turned his body and moved the flowers that were on the next grave, “This isn’t your mother which both you and I are already aware of.”
“Maybe the person who pulled the prank wasn’t aware that my uncle and aunt knew that my mother was still alive. And if he now does know and had gone back to let whoever is behind this prank which might be my mother, I think she is only getting the kicks out of it by scaring my uncle and aunt,” after all, who else knew about her mother still being alive? No normal and sane person knew.
Damien chuckled, letting go of the circular flowers that were designed and hung on the cross, he stood up to dust his hands, “I don’t know about your mother or the next person who did this but I sure did enjoy looking at them freaked out.”
“But this is about death…” Penny whispered. Was her mother planning on killing her uncle and aunt? Her aunt might have justified her actions but it didn’t mean she could sell her to slavery.
“If you ask me, I would tell you that they deserve it. I know you wouldn’t like me twisting their neck and killing them. So it’s better if someone else does the job while I sit back and enjoy the show.”
After looking at the graveyard and spending some more time, both Penny and Damien left the village.
Far away from Bonelake, below stood the land of Mythweald in the South, a woman walking on the side of the road as she continued to move up, using carriages or going by walk mostly while traveling back upwards in the map of the four lands.
She wore a black hood over her head, with a long black cloak that covered her dress that she wore. The woman was none other than Laurae, mother of Penelope who had started to travel back from Mythweald in search of deciphering the book that was given to her that was given by the blue-eyes black witch. Still, in Mythweald she came to stand in front of a church which she knew functioned with the white witches in there.
Though the vampires couldn’t bare stepping inside the church, it didn’t stop the woman who was a black witch to step inside the church. She walked into it freely.
The church was deserted with local men or women to be seen around. The priest stood at the chapel, praying to God and when he heard footsteps he took it as it was one of the local men. Once he was done, he turned around to find a woman had moved her hood to let air pass her face. The woman had black hair, her stature petite and fairly young looking who appeared to be in her thirties by looks.
Not bothering with her, he started to move around, ready to ring the bell of the church when he heard the woman speak,
“Father I need to confess,” her voice was soft on the ears in the quiet space of the church.
The priest stopped to walk and turned around, “God will forgive the child who feels guilty. Why don’t you step in,” he moved his hand towards the confession box and the woman gave him a single nod, walking towards the confession box, she stepped inside and sat down on the stool. Soon the priest stepped in on the other side and sat down to ask, “What is it that troubles you, my child?”
The woman sighed at first as if she were burdened with problems she could hardly shoulder.
“Father I have sinned…”
“What is it that you have done?” asked the man patiently who was also a white witch.
“I feel like I have done a lot of bad things. Since the time I was born. After my brother and I were born, we tore out mother apart and she died. At first, I didn’t know what was going on. There was so much blood…blood everywhere.”
“Sometimes there is a complication in the birth, you shouldn’t blame yourself for it,” said the priest.
The woman smiled, her lips pulling up when she said, “I killed her after I grew up, father. I enjoyed the blood on my hands. The more I ripped her apart the more it enlightened me…” hearing this the white witch who was on the other side of the partitioned box raised his head to look at the woman in question. His eyes were slightly wide, “And then I killed so many others…This is my confession,” the woman turned her head to let the man see her eyes that had turned one like the snake with some parts of her face that had turned scaly as she smiled. The man quickly unlocked the door upon realizing the woman who had entered the church wasn’t a human but a black witch.
He pulled out his cross and showed it up and in front of her while also throwing the holy water that made her skin sizzle like a hot surface of a vessel had been sprinkled with water.
“I am not a lowly vampire for it to work,” said the black witch tilting her head, walking towards him.
“Step away and out of this church!”
The black witch stopped, giving him a smile to say, “Relax. I have come here for a little help of yours,” she said, pulling out a book that read ‘Garlic’ on it.
