Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)

"Her mother isn't a human as well, is she?" asked Damien without beating around the bush.

"No, she isn't. You are very fast in drawing conclusions, especially the right ones. It makes me wonder why you haven't reached the higher position in the council or haven't applied to the Duke or the Lord," she smiled staring at him.

The first time Bathsheba had been caught by Damien with his keen eyes where the rest had only passed by her and even if they did see her, no one had ever doubted on her being a witch. After all, she was a lady with a beautiful face who was shy to look and talk to others. At least that is what she made others believe and think. A little more potion like effect on others and that was all she needed to live here that was until she came across this man.

Bathsheba was unsure if it was good luck or bad luck that she had been caught that day by him. It might have been good luck as this pureblooded vampire who worked for the council had let her go without ripping her head off or burning her to death. He was handsome who Bathsheba had for one of the hundredth time had shown interest in the kind she was not supposed to have.

Damien had all the qualities one would need to step into the next line of the council and though he had plenty of hidden abilities, lineage and the kind of money his family had also with his keen eye it wouldn't have been a problem. Which only made one wonder why he didn't bother to step into the higher role.

He didn't answer her question and then said, "Correct me if I am wrong but what we have is a dead white witch who is her father. Then we have Penny who just found out that she is a white witch while lastly the mother who is not a human. If she is back, does it mean she is a black witch?" silence followed his words and Bathsheba smiled at the quick answer he had found in such a short time. The man was truly capable which only made her admire him but it seemed that he had his eyes and soul on someone else.

"I wouldn't draw my conclusion that close that only a black witch can come but to fake the death there are chances that the girl's mother was a black witch. There have been times when couples never knew who they were so having an offspring were like many other times white blood flows and emphasizes more than the black witch's blood," the black witch put the lid over the coal and walked past him, picking up the crystal ball from the table to show it to Damien, "Do you know why we make use of the dead? It is because it gives a higher form of power. Sacrifice is not something everyone is willing to perform but when it is self-sacrifice, it forms a greater source of power and energy that you cannot achieve by anything else."

"Why would a black witch perform self-sacrifice? Have you heard any reports from the other sisters of yours?"

Bathsheba scoffed, placing the crystal back from where she had picked, "Councilman Damien-it is not easy for people like me to walk around especially with what my sisters did to me. A lot of them avoid me like plague for what I have done and not done. Once you take a stand, it is difficult to refute and go back to make things better. The black witches are less forgiving than humans or vampires. But yes, there has been a move on the elder sister. The one who your councilmen failed to catch or rather the people who betrayed you."

"The witch who is creating chaos by setting up the mass human sacrifice?"

"That's the one. She won't stop until she achieves it. But she isn't looking just for things," smiled the witch.

"What is she looking for? Thanks to her the council has been extra busy and we have another bunch of black witches who are trying to convert the humans to half witches."

"How interesting. Do not worry about it. It will be another failure. It is not the first time they have done it but if they do succeed I would pity the humans and the council for the work you will have to do," Bathsheba chuckled, taking a seat on the empty chair before asking Damien to take a seat too with her hand being raised.

Damien didn't sit down but went to the pot that had been previously bubbling up.

Staring at the blackish-brown colored liquid he said, "If the count of witches goes up it would be difficult to hide the good ones. There are many councilmen who don't agree with our idea. They will burn every last standing black witch," he picked up the little bottle which contained blood.

"I am aware of it," Bathsheba replied back to him. It wasn't that she didn't know, but the lands would be in far worse trouble with the number of deaths.

The four lands that were connected to each other would be in a far worse state of chaos that even she didn't know what would happen and who would prevail in victory.

Damien fished something in his coat before he produced a wooden stick like which looked as if it had been broken forcibly. He handed it to the black witch who stared down at it before asking him, "What is this?"

"It is the coffin the woman was buried in. Can you find out something from it?" he asked her. Damien had drawn the conclusion the moment he had opened the coffin box with the signs of her being a black witch that was splattered all over. Yet he had not told what he found to Penny. It was a delicate matter where he needed to see what was going on or before he confirmed it himself.