Young master Damien's pet

Author-note: This book is standalone, but the other books in the series will give you more insight on the other characters and their relations.

Valerian Empire, Heidi and the Lord

Bambi and the Duke ( you need to read the above two books as it is a prequel)

This is the 4th book to the series. 5th book will be released by the end of this series.

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Damien sat down on the bed where Penny had spread the parchment of the town design as well as the book which she had been meaning to refer to. He looked at the architecture which was written and drawn in detail. It was a beautiful build if one ignored what Penny just said.

Obviously he couldn't read what was written in the book but he heard what Penny had to say as she ran her hand around the parchment, "There are no evident lines and circles but if you look close to the plumbing facility which has only been introduced. The houses here have been used to match the others, but if you take a closer look, they are aligned together," going to fetch the quill, she came back to mark a line, "This here, the plumbing with other facilities being provided looks like a mesh but beneath it, it forms a circle right here."

"What kind of markings are these? There are plenty of rituals," Damien stared at the architecture.

"Apart from the circle, we have a triangle that forms like a star. Moving from one corner to another. Have the people been moved back here?"

"We will need to check that," he turned the parchment, searching for the name on who built this one. He read 'Jerome Wells'. He knew the man. He was an average vampire, brother of Elliot Wells who worked with his cousin Alexander.

Damien went to the wall where a wire which was wrapped with satin that connected to the bell for the butler to know when he would be needed. Shortly, Durik arrived, knowing on the door.

"Master Damien, what can I do for you?" asked the butler politely.

"Bring the man named Jerome Wells here. Tell him it is urgent and relates to the matter of the council," Damien ordered the butler. For a second Durik had decided that another man's fingers would be chopped off like the other day. He was worried to invite a man here after what happened to Mr. Reverale.

"Yes, master," the butler left right away.

"If the people have already moved and the massacre hasn't taken place even though the markings have been done, it means that they are waiting for something else to fall in place before the massacre takes place. Did you find any other criteria or ingredient that is required?" Penny pulled the book close to her lap and started to flip the pages, trying to catch important lines as she read.

Her finger went through some lines before she finally reached what was necessary for certain rituals to take place. There was just too much information here and remembering it was hard, "I found it. For the massacre to take place, it is necessary that it is done under the light of the moon," as it had been snowing, the clouds were heavy in the sky which made her wonder if the ritual would take place in this weather, "The lines and circle with the star will have enough energy to draw in and cause deaths."

"What are they aiming for?"

She blinked, "They want to open the magic which was previously closed by the white witches. The first generation white witches had taken away many powers that left the black witches handicapped. They are trying to bring it back to this world."

"This world?" Damien raised his brow, "What other world do we have?" he questioned in curiosity.

Penny had already read this in the morning as it had been one of the most interesting things than the usual theory that was recorded in the books. She had also come across it in the book of 'mushrooms'.

"The white witches spoke about the shadows, they said though everything looks the same all of them don't come from the same place. There is a kind that lurks in the dark, something similar to death which cannot be killed, some have evolved while some stayed just as they were. There are different worlds and one of them is where we are now."

"Did anyone ever cross dimensions?" Damien had never heard about it. He doubted that the first generations of the pureblooded vampires even knew about it.

Penny shrugged her shoulders, "I haven't come across it where someone has crossed it. They have caught shadows moving and that is why they brought up their theories."

"Theories," he turned towards the window, looking at the clouds in the sky, "A shadow won't move until the object moves. There cannot be a shadow if there is no object, to begin with. Being part of the world or another is something that is hypothetical."

"Do you think the creature belongs to our own world? Or the portal where the black and white witch is tapped during the hour of glass?" Penny pressed her lips in this line.

"We haven't seen anything and we don't hold any proofs to if it is true. Unless someone does get in contact and goes to the other world which the white witches speak of. Most of us are aware of the first generation of white witches how paranoid they could get."

"What do you mean?" Penny had heard about humans considering witches, in general, to be crazy.

Damien rubbed the back of his neck, "It is because the first witches were experimented or experimented on themselves to find out more about themselves. You need to remember that it was the white witches who started the sacrifices and not the black witches. First came the white witches and then came the black witches. Currently, it is like scolding the child without realizing that it was the parent's fault. It has already been mentioned on how worried one of the white witch was in the book because their object of sacrifice went from using non-living objects to living beings."

Penny couldn't help herself but feel bad that she was a white witch now. Out of all the creatures she had turned to be a white witch, "You aren't like them, Penny. It was the first generation of witches who came to exist along with the pureblooded vampires. You will never turn like them."