Young Master Damien's Pet

Damien led the way into the black market which stood next to the Isle Valley. They went to one of the women who was sitting and reading cards for her customers. The black market was the only place where people thought doing anything in here was alright. Like a scared bunny, Kreme stuck close to Damien like he usually did. He didn't like this place as it made him uncomfortable. The looks that people gave were as if they were ready to mug which they did and also the other looks were as if they were going to kidnap and make a soup out of him and Kreme was sure they would do it too.

"How much for a card reading?" asked Damien to the woman who raised her head to see who was the customer. Upon seeing who it was, a wide smile came to form on her lips, "It's you. Came here to give the kiss that is pending?" by the way her nails looked dark and cracked, it was clear that the woman was not any kind of human but a black witch. Of course, he should have understood by looking at the card game in front of her.

"I believe the kiss has been delivered the same day and hour," Damien grinned back at the woman he had called sister while placing a kiss on her cheek.

"How unfortunate," Kreme looked between the black witch and then his senior, were they flirting? Then what about the lady in Quinn's mansion? "Do you really want to read a card, and who is this little parrot?" the woman's gaze fell on Kreme.

Kreme wanted to correct the woman but he didn't want her turning him into a parrot. Black witches were as crazy as they came.

He saw councilman Damien squat down on his heel, looking at the cards that were spread across the cloth that was placed below the cards.

"I have indeed," said Damien, who had the woman turn her head slightly to look at him with a questionable look on her face.

Without another word, she stacked all the cards in her hand which were black in color.

The black witch was beautiful in appearance who could entice any man but men and women who were aware of this place were always wary. It was only the weak hearted people who fell into the words of the beautiful women or men who could be any kind of creature.

Kreme saw the woman shuffle the cards in her hand. Once she was done with it, she spread the cards on the red cloth.

"Is there any trick in here?" Damien asked her.

"Not tricks at all, Councilman," she replied back to him that had Kreme snap his eyes to look at the woman. Was it too obvious that they were councilmen? Maybe Damien Quinn was only famous which was why people in here were eyeing at him the way they were doing it right now, "You just pick the card you like."

Damien ran his hand across the spread cards before picking out one of them.

He pulled it out to hand it over to her.

"I will need two more," she said and Damien gave her an eye.

"Don't you make everyone pick one card?" the woman smiled at the thought that this pureblooded vampire noticed what she did.

"They were normal beings. You are a pureblooded vampire. Higher the cards, higher the complication," she said to him. Damien pulled out two more randomly, giving it to her again and the woman moved all the cards away to please the cards Damien had pulled one after another in order, "You appear to be having the best of the stars, councilman."

"Will I be a rich man?" on Damien's words, Kreme turned his head slowly to look at Damien. The man was already rich, was he planning to own everything? Kreme's eyes shone now. The ways of councilman Damien was showing him to aim higher in life!

"I thought you already were, at least by the looks of your shoes," the woman said before saying, "There is a small danger that lurks. You should keep a watchful eye on it."

Damien asked her, "Any clue on what this danger may be?"

The woman placed the cards down, shuffling it along with hers before saying, "I think you already know."

That he did, thought Damien to himself and he said, "I have some questions for you."

"Will I get a kiss?" the woman asked, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Damien.

"Sure," Damien said surprising both the woman as well as Kreme who was listening in to their conversations, "You can kiss the parrot," it took Kreme two seconds to realize that his senior had sacrificed him for the sake of the information, his eyes went wide.

Kreme quickly shook his head when the woman looked up at him that made her smile, "How can I help?" she asked Damien.

"Do you know anyone who has been creating a potion. A potion that paralyzes any creatures?" Damien kept her eyes on her, wanting to make sure the woman was not lying.

"I will need more than that. It is very vague what you ask but I do know a woman who might answer your questions."

"Where can we find her?" on Damien's question the woman sighed, taking her time and then said.

"Come here, parrot," the black witch called Kreme ready to be sacrificed, "I cannot give information without taking something."

Kreme looked at Councilman Damien who didn't bother to save him, instead, he was waiting to finish it quickly so that he could get back home. The human wanted to barf as he had seen how a black witch actually looked like. No matter how beautiful a black witch appeared, their true form had a stark comparison with their skin which was hard and scaly to touch, not to forget the snake-like tongue that slithered in and out of their mouth.

When the woman licked her lips, all Kreme could do was pray to G.o.d hoping the witch would not do anything to him. On coming closer, the woman grabbed and kissed him full on the mouth, "It has been long since I tasted humans. You should come to my house," she invited Kreme. historical

"No, I have a lot of work. Too much work to do, early to rise, late to sleep," Kreme said, stepping away from her and keeping a distance.

The woman smiled and then turned towards Damien, "Take the route from the south and cross the s.h.i.+re town after the lake. You will find the odd house there."