Young Master Damien's Pet Chapter 551 Empty house- Part 1

Chapter 551 Empty house- Part 1

Who knew that the spitgra.s.s potion still existed. He and the others were sure that they had burned the land near the mountains but here this black witch had injected him with the potion which they believed they didn't have to worry about.

His eyes started to blackout before his vision came back again.

"If I am not wrong I can tell you that your heart is pumping so loud that you're feeling as if it might burst at any moment right. You are swaying with a headache and soon you will lose vision of what is right and what is wrong," Isaiah looked at him with a bored look, waiting for Damien to pa.s.s out forever, "I am glad that you brought Penelope here. Though I don't understand why you didn't bring me here along with you, was it to stop me from taking part in this little night out?"

"Why are you helping the Artemis?" Damien asked him, coughing as blood came out of his mouth.

"Oh, the process is quicker than I thought. I made sure to keep one for me without making use of it when all this charade was going on. Aren't I smart?"

"Very," Damien replied back dryly to his question, "You didn't answer my question."

Isaiah nodded his head, "Alright, I will answer a dying pureblooded vampire's question. It is the least I can do right," the black witch placed his hands behind his back. Looking down at Damien who hadn't moved from his place, "They are trying to resurrect the magic that was lost years ago. Once we are done sacrificing the humans tonight, they will die automatically without us needing to touch them."

"Just that? Helping the black witches as they were treated unfairly?"

Isaiah's teeth clicked, the expression on his face changing to say, "By unbinding the magic, they will be able to access the part of the magic which is unknown to the existing witches. There is a spell which can reverse anything except for time."

"You are hoping to turn back to a white witch," Damien's voice turned even as he asked the man, his body straightening up, looking less in pain. This caught Isaiah's attention, and he pushed his body forward, "You look surprised. Or is it shock?"

A few seconds ago, Damien was in extreme pain and he was struggling for air as if the oxygen in the room had been depleted and right now he stood in front of him like he was completely alright.

"Why haven't you turned crazy yet?" it was normal for vampires to turn deranged once their hearts would corrupt that clouded the sane thoughts to be replaced by the wild natural instincts like animals.

"I have always been crazy. I don't think you can add any more to make me crazier," a smirk formed on Damien's face as he looked at the confused expression on the man's face.

"I injected you with spitgra.s.s and it's reacting-"

"But it isn't reacting the way you want it to?" Damien asked him, taking a step forward. Isaiah quickly moved back, keeping a safe distance before he pulled out the gun, pointing it towards Damien. Without another thought, the black witch pulled the trigger and the bullet pierced right into Damien's chest but it never reached his heart.

At first, Isaiah was happy that he had caught Damien off guard by shooting the bullet but seeing him not budge, walking forward only widened his eyes in question.

"I pity you," Damien said, clicking his tongue in his mouth, he c.o.c.ked his head, "You really are a new black witch who doesn't know to do a background check. Not that it would have helped anyway and what bullet is this," Damien moved his hand towards his chest, digging his fingers into his skin to find the bullet. His expression didn't change, feeling no pain, he said, "You mix the color black with black, it is going to give you nothing but black. You cannot corrupt someone who is already corrupted," his b.l.o.o.d.y fingers came out along with the bullet that had pierced through his skin.

Damien took a close look at the gold looking bullet which was not made of gold but a much lower quality of metal. He then threw the bullet on the ground, looking back up at the black witch with a grin on his face.

"You didn't think such a pesky little thing could kill me now did you?" he asked Isaiah.

Isaiah in return opened his mouth with no words coming out. The bullets were made out of elements which was enough to mess up a pureblooded vampires system. He had shot the man, and it should have worked but the man stood completely alright with not a sweat.

Though the corruption still lingered on Damien's features, what Isaiah was unaware was the fact that Damien was already corrupted and with corruption came other abilities which people had never come to discover as they always died, either with their own heart exploding or by being killed to stop their violence.

With Isaiah who injected Damien with the potion of spitgra.s.s, the muscles of Damien had turned hard enough to stop the bullet from piercing further into his body.

Damien chuckled, raising his hand with his gun, "I am even more corrupt than you are but I am absolutely f.u.c.k.i.n.g enjoying it," and he pulled the trigger. The bullet sliced through the air before hitting the black witch's chest. His eyes dilating in realization which was too late as his body lit up in flames and turned into ash.

On the ground, there was nothing but dust. The man could have turned into something better but time was the essence. If the man hadn't met the Artemis and had instead met Penelope first, there were chances that he wouldn't have walked the path he was in.

It wasn't that Damien didn't understand what the man wanted. A life which he once belonged to but what people would not understand that once you understood the feeling of how it felt to kill someone, there was no returning back. Once corrupted was always corrupted no matter how many times you would try to revert the state.

He didn't regret killing the man one bit. For someone who wanted to kill him and take away Penelope from him by going as far as to erase her mind, the black witch didn't have a chance while Damien was still alive.