She knew this was going to happen. The vampire cared for these dead bodies, not like a normal person would but as a treasure, he had found and wanted to excavate from.
Murkh gave her a look of disapproval, unhappy with the sudden news of having to burn this person. This was his very first prized possession in the room.
“I don’t think it should matter, Penny,” Damien said to have her shake her head immediately over it.
“It might not be now but if someone does infiltrate and is able to read what is there on his body, it will cause a balance between the white and the black witches. The first generation witches worked hard to lock the magic, leaving the world in an imbalance between the two kinds of sisters which was for people’s betterment.”
If the people were trying to search through Creed’s house for the little parchment which was hidden in the portrait frame of drawing, then it meant they had found some kind of means to be able to crack it. The more she thought about it, the more it worried her.
Damien c.o.c.ked his head as he listened to what Penny had to say on why she wanted the body burnt, “I thought the black witches couldn’t make use of the white magic.”
Penny shook her head, “Mostly they can’t but the ones that are in here, it is common magic which I doubt both of them are aware of,” it also meant that she would have to burn all the books that belonged and was written by Lady Isabell.
The books were no more safe to keep out in the open and they would need to remove every essence so that it would never come to fall in the hands of the witches who were trying to desperately unbind the magic.
Murkh who listened to the words going back and forth, turned his head to look at Penny, “You are a witch,” there was a hint of excitement in his voice which he didn’t bother to hide and Penny didn’t bother to hide who she was. As crazy as he came, she believed that the man wouldn’t join the hands with the bad people, “How did you step on to the grounds then?” he looked at her with complete intrigue.
“Keep it to yourself, Murkh. Unless you want your body to have a bath with molten iron,” Damien warned the man just to make sure he wouldn’t run his mouth.
“I wouldn’t, councilman Damien,” Murkh wrung his hands together, twisting it in excitement, “Please tell me more about yourself.”
“Burn the body and I shall talk,” Penny demanded with the deal and Murkh’s hands stood still as he tried to think on what to do. Though they could sneak out the body, they would still need Murkh’s help as he was the one in charge here. The Morgueatory was his home.
Murkh then said, “Deal,” the man was much more interested in the current living and breathing person who stood in front of him. He had met witches before but witches couldn’t pass the threshold of the spilled magic which was spread across the council. Penny was surprised with the quick loss of interest from the dead body.
The skin was turned back to be stitched and the dead body that had resided in her in the cylinder for many years was finally put into the coal of fires letting the body burn until the very ash to have the bones and skin melt in fire.
“I finished my part of the deal,” Murkh said while he waited eagerly for Penny to speak, “Who knew that the councilman would find a witch to be his partner. Wait is that why you made me work that night to create the cream for the infection?” the doctor turned to look at Damien who turned his head away as if he didn’t know what Murkh was talking about.
“What cream?” Penny inquired as she didn’t know what the man was talking about.
“A few months ago, councilman Damien came to me, asking me to create an antidote for a white witch as she was hurt. Said something about a nail being pierced that was not cleaned,” explained Murkh, remembering the event very faintly which was still there in his memory, “On the same account, I don’t think you should be walking here freely, lady,” his red eyes stared at her as if wanting to warn her on what could happen if someone were to find out that a witch had breached the grounds of the council.
“It is why I asked you to shut up,” Damien rolled his eyes.
“Tell me about yourself. How did the magic not affect you? If you are able to walk here so freely, you must be a strong witch with strong lineage. At first, she didn’t believe it but now that she was somewhere related to Lady Isabell, Penny believed in herself more than she did in the past.
Penny looked towards Damien who gave her a nod to let her know her secret was safe in here. The man also knew about Damien’s corrupted state more than anyone else.
“I have a black witch and white witch as parents,” she said to have the vampire doctor nod at her quickly in interest to hear more from her. Calling herself to be Lord Alexander’s relative wouldn’t be safe, thought Penny to herself as it would involve the man, therefore she left the fact and said, “I have the ability to purify things around me.”
“What kind?” asked Murkh.
“Liquids and air around me mostly.”
“Was this an ability you acquired from birth or was it a recent one?” the doctor continued to question her.
“Fairly recent though I am not sure about it.”
“Why not?” asked the man.
Damien came to answer that question, “Her mother erased her memory many times so Penelope’s memories of her past are very faint. By the way, Murkh. Do you know a man by the name Wyatt, he used to be a doctor in the town of Matheiss?”
The man gave a thought about it, “I don’t think I have ever heard about it and Matheiss doesn’t have any doctor there. Isn’t it considered to be an abandoned city as most of the people have migrated to other towns?”
“Which town is that?” asked Penny.
“The one your mother sent you when she was sick. To get that doctor,” Damien replied to her.
