Young Master Damien's Pet

While rain surrounded the land of Bonelake, in the land of Mythweald, the main black witch who was pulling strings was preparing to establish networks in the whole of the southland. She recruited every possible person who could fight and turn to a barrier between her and the people they were up against.

All that mattered right now was to unleash the black witch that rightfully belonged to them which was locked away somewhere far they had no idea about. Walking to one of the houses along with a little girl and a woman who had swords stuck behind her back, the woman with swords knocked on the door twice, waiting for the door to open.

"Did we get the wrong door?" asked the little girl in a sing-song voice as the door didn't open.

"It's the right one, Judith," answered the girl who had blue eyes.

"Maybe the person is not in here then," the little girl named Judith said with a big smile that reached her ear to ear where she was smiling for no apparent reason. She saw the witch hunter human who knocked on the door again. The woman who went by the name Mila, looked left and right to see no one in sight but them when she decided to kick the door open with brute force where the door happened to be weak.

When the door broke and they made their way in, they saw a young man who appeared to hold a cross in front of him that made the three females who had entered smile at him innocently.

"Do you think we are a bunch of lowly vampires that a cross will work on us?" asked Judith he was the smallest by appearance.

This didn't result in the man from dropping the cross in front of them. He took a step back and away from them, "Get out of my house right this instant," he said looking at all of them.

"We only came here to talk, Avalon," spoke the blue-eyed girl, "You can drop the cross and take a seat," her voice was sweet like honey that drifted across the small room into his ear.

The man named Avalon shook his head, "I know why you are here," he said through gritted teeth, "I have heard how you killed my fellow sisters and brothers."

The girl gave him a smile. Walking towards a chair, she took a seat and settled her hands in front of her lap, "I didn't know news traveled that quickly," the blue-eyed girl gave a look to the witch hunter who bowed her head in shame for not being diligent enough when it came to stopping the news being spread, "Well, it's good that you already know why I am here. It saves my breath as well as time. So what is your reply?"

"There might be other white witches who want revolt over the people or the witches who want to take your side but I have no interest in joining whatever you have planned for," he shook his head, his hand still up in the air.

"Oh, Avalon, you disappoint me," Sabbi looked at the man who was standing while she had taken a seat, "Tell me why you don't want to join me and the others."

"Because what you are trying is f.u.c.ked up," spat the man in disgust, "You think I don't know that you and your people have been killing people back and forth, sacrificing lives with the reason that you want to unbind the magic? What is the point of killing so many for accessing magic."

"It is just a few of them," Sabbi replied to him, making him huff.

"Few? You dare to call hundreds of lives to be few? When did you turn so heartless, Sabbi?" asked the man named Avalon. He had met the girl before and the girl he had met was kind and sweet. Had she been like this since the start and he hadn't noticed it before?

She smiled looking at him. White witches were so naive that they didn't see the truth until someone pointed out to them, "Don't you love me anymore, Avalon?" Sabbi questioned the man knowing well about his affections for her. She was a beautiful young girl who appeared to be sixteen. Even the older men found her hard to resist such that they had died by this girl's hand, "I have been like this since the very beginning of time. Since you have known and since you confessed to me. Don't you see what I am doing is for the greater good?"

Avalon shook his head, "I see nothing but death around you."

The smile on Sabbi's face fell and she said, "Join us, Avalon. You might see death but I see the world being conquered and it is in reach of my hands. The witches have always been looked down upon when in truth people had to look up to us. We were the creatures who were on the highest hierarchy and not the vampires or pureblooded vampires. To fear who we were but because the white witches are meek and the black witches have no support of the magic, things have always been dire for us.? Come stand next to me and support me with what I am doing."

Gone was the girl whom he had met as if the facade she had been carrying all this while had finally slipped out of pressure. Avalon didn't drop the cross but he looked at the girl he loved in her eye, "I will not take part in it."

The witch looked at him with a serious look, "I am asking you for one last time," she said, trying to persuade him hoping he would stand with her. As much as she hated people, he was someone who had shown her unconditional love without taking advantage of her like the other men. It was one of the reasons why he was still alive.

"My answer will stand the same no matter how many times you ask me. If you know me, then you should have already guessed what my answer would be," said Avalon.

Sabbi stood up from her seat, "I thought love could move mountains and emotions along with decisions."

"It can but not at the cost of others' lives," Avalon smiled at her, seeing her raise her hand towards him.

"Any last words?" her palm opened to face him. historical

Avalon then said, "I hope you find your redemption when the time comes," and Sabbi turned her hands which was enough to have him twist his neck and fall on the ground.

"Bury him in the cemetery," the young blue-eyed girl ordered to the witch hunter before stepping out of the house.