Young master Damien's pet

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Penny didn't hear the rest of what the two men spoke, losing herself back in her thoughtful questions which didn't make sense. But more than sense it didn't feel right to hear what they just discovered. She was quiet, letting Damien take her back outside to the chapel as she mindlessly walked out of shock.

Father Antonio threw a worried look at the white witch who was still young who now sat on the bench quietly.

"Will she be alright?" he asked Damien who stood with him.

"She will be," she should be, thought Damien to himself. It was unfortunate that they found out that it was her mother who so desperately wanted her dead. A woman had no limitation when it came to ruining a person's life, not even stopping when it was her own daughter.

"What are you going to do from here?" asked Father Antonio, to track a black witch who was supposed to be dead. It was a hard task.

"Hunt and kill the woman before she brings any more harm than what she's done. If she's tried to hurt her for the second time, it means she knows where Penelope lives and won't stop," he turned to his side to see her looking at the walls. Feeling his gaze on her, she looked at him to give him a small smile that didn't reach up to her eyes. She was sad. The girl could hardly catch a break. With one thing coming after another, her demeanour had shaken and turned one to sadness.

"Going by her reaction, I would tell she didn't expect the answer," Father Antonio didn't mind tapping into black magic. Having already broken some of the rules of being a white witch, he hoped he could help but this was the most he could do right now. Everyone needed to know their limits. If they didn't there was no telling when darkness would come and envelop them where there was no light after that, "What is the story, Mr. Quinn?" The priest felt somewhere that Damien knew more than what he led people to believe.

"The story?" asked Damien mindlessly, "We will have to find it out through Penelope or once I get my hands on her mother. Tell me something."

"Hmm?"

"Does a person get to know if the voodoo magic was not successful?"

"I am not sure about that. Never tried the magic."

Damien nodded his head over Father Antonio's response to his question.

"Thank you for your help," walking towards Penelope who was seated and waiting for him while she caught up on her feelings when a woman entered the church who wore a white cassock which was paler in color in comparison to what the priest of this church wore.

Damien looked at the double doors that let the women step inside the church. His eyes slightly narrowing at the sight. Not because of suspicion that the person was a bad entity in here but because the woman resembled someone whom he once knew but at the same time he knew it was untrue that they could be the same person.

She reminded him of his aunt, mother of Alexander who was the lady of Valeria once. And though there were some similarities at the same time they weren't the same person. It had been years since he had seen this sister working in the church. His interactions with her had been less as what he worked on didn't concern in his work field.

He had spent time trying to find out about her but the woman kept to herself and had lived for years in the church she was assigned to. That was before even his aunt had died tragically. There was an inkling after what he found out about Penny's mother.

The woman had faked her death right in front of her daughter's eyes. Burying herself in the cemetery to only disappear. But Lady Genevieve had been burnt to the last of ash.

Seeing each other they bowed their heads slightly in form of greeting.

Hearing the footsteps of a person that came from behind, Penny tore away her thoughts to turn and look back who it was. It was a tall woman with clothes similar to what the priest wore here. She was a priestess of another church. She had her black hair let down which was covered in a coif.

As the lady walked in, her eyes fell on the people who were in here. The little crowd which was unusual as the humans never came to the church after the time of evening passed which made it easier for the ones who wanted to work behind the veil which the humans weren't aware of.

Penny's eyes met the woman's to find her passing a kind smile which she returned back politely.

"Good evening, sister. How can I help you?" asked Father Antonio.

Ignoring them, Damien turned to look at Penny to ask her, "Shall we leave?" she gave him a nod. Getting up and walking out of the church where the sky had turned dark. They walked towards the carriage, Penny falling one step behind Damien as her mind still felt muddled. She found it hard to digest that her mother could bring harm to her. Kill her.

Reaching the carriage, the coachman had already opened the door for them to step inside. Damien didn't step inside. Instead, he turned to face Penny and said,

"Let's take a walk here. Some night wind away from the sea," saying this, he raised his hand. Out of consciousness, Penny looked at the coachman who was looking at Damien's hand. When Damien's eyes fell on the coachman, the lower being quickly cast his eyes down and bowed further as if he couldn't see anything anymore.

"Shall we?" asked Damien.

Placing her hand in his which had turned cold, he wrapped his fingers over hers and they started to walk away from the carriage and into the town which was built near the church.