Damien was losing consciousness and he had a blackout every now and then that he had decided to take some rest as his body refused to move at the moment. He had only closed his eyes when he heard an annoying croaking sound that came next to him. He cursed under his breath and opened his eyes to look at a toad that was looking at him.
“Look who we have here. Durik,” he spoke in a dull voice to see the toad look excited at being recognized, “What the hell are you doing here?” he heard more croaks coming from the toad and he waved his hand away, “Never mind the question.”
“Master Damien, Lady Grace is in there. In the other room! We need to help her!” Durik continued to croak.
“Shut up, already. I don’t understand or speak the languages of croaking toads and frogs. You going on and on makes me want to squash you to death,” Damien was having a splitting headache that had only risen in time.
If he knew that the spitgrass still existed, he would have taken an antidote but who would have thought. It had been sheer luck of destiny that Laurae still had her hands on the poisonous plant. Penny was the one who had created it over the time along with the white witches in the church, the antidote which had turned to be precious before they had lit up the lands that consisted of spitgrass.
The charmstone which she had created only protected him through the spells that were cast by either black or a white witch. It was a charm of luck and strength. He touched the stone on the pendant. With the amount of dust that was the spitgrass he had inhaled he thought he would have gone berserk by now but he hadn’t. He wondered if it was because of the stone or because Penny had pulled most of his corruption in that little time which was there before the portal had been closed.
“Durik,” Damien called the butler’s name, “Have you seen Penny?”
Lady Penelope was in here too? Durik questioned to himself and he shook his head hoping it would be an action that represented to be no.
“How about Grace?” Damien asked and Durik quickly nodded his head, croaking to make Damien nod, “Alright. Penny should be able to hold herself for some time,” he again started to cough out blood, the blood falling on his hands and his eyes had turned black, the corruption of his heart taking into effect.
“Master Damien are you doing alright?” Durik had never seen the man like this, in this state before. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought he was going through some sort of sickness but that didn’t mean the butler wasn’t aware of what was happening. His heart was corrupted.
Damien paid no heed to the croaking that came from the ground. His vision was going and coming back, the pitch darkness turning him blind before he could see what was in front of him. He started to hear the gunshots coming again and he turned to look at the toad.
“Take me to where Grace is,” said Damien and the toad was quick to hop and take him to the room on the very floor. He noticed a secret room inside the room and when he opened and pushed it, he saw the number of dead bodies that were present in here and in that, one of them was his sister but she was still breathing but the breath coming out scarce as if she was breathing her last final moments.
Seeing there was no other body in here, he picked up his half-sister, and in a blink of an eye, he was outside the house with her.
Though the house had been placed under charm where Penny or Durik wasn’t able to get out of it, the same didn’t hold when it came to Damien. It was the effect of the red stone which she had made for him and his body that belonged to the second generation of pureblooded vampires which went against all the laws of the witches.
He placed his sister and the toad he had picked up away from the house. He then said to Durik, “Stay right here with her,�� the toad quickly croaked and Damien went back to the house.
Penny and Piers on the other hand had started to pull their guns and knives, doing everything to attack them. Piers was a weaker black witch and Robarte took less than five minutes to throw his right against the hard wall.
Penny was fighting her mother who cast spells one after another, and Penny deflected them before she cast her very own spells which had been integrated into her mind and skin. Penny had her own tricks up her sleeve and she used the wind element to deflect any object that was thrown at her.
When Damien entered the room to push Robarte away from Piers before he could kill him, Laurae appeared more than shocked at how the man was still functioning when she had made the spitgrass strong enough to affect the core of his heart.
Penny took this opportunity to use the needle which she hadn’t used, throwing it right at her mother’s leg that made the woman fall down on the ground as her leg appeared to be weak suddenly. Her mother appeared more than angry, in rage when she pulled out the needle.
“Why is the corruption not working on you?” Laurae asked looking at Damien. Robarte had moved away from Piers on the arrival of Damien in the room. Even Robarte looked at Damien with asuspicious and curious look in his eyes.
On hearing the word corruption, Penny’s head snapped to look at Damien. His eyes had turned black like before. What just happened? She had removed the corruption from him by turning it to a minimum and now it had come back again.
“Don’t worry, mouse. I am fine,” Damien said to Penelope so that she wouldn’t worry about him right now.
“You probably didn’t use enough dosage, Laurae. It is what happens when you try to save most of it,” Robarte chuckled softly looking at his sister with little to no mirth in his eyes.
“I blew everything I had. It is not possible for you to be standing like this,” Laurae’s eyes narrowed down. She pulled herself up, her leg which was previously immobilized was now working again. This time it was Penny who looked confused. Her mother shouldn’t have been able to move her leg but in less than a minute she was back again, looking unaffected.
Without any hesitation, her mother started to aim at her again. The bullets went one after another which Penny continued to dodge and deflect. Penny took an escape route by going to the other room and her mother followed her leaving Damien and Robarte in the room with an unconscious black witch who was on the ground right now.
“Even though it is taking time, it only a matter of time before you die and get killed, Mr. Quinn,” Robarte smiled looking at Damien as they kept a distance and while keeping their weapons close to them.
“Are you sure about that?”
On Damien’s question, the black witch who gave him a quizzical look.
