Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)
chapter-719-30041322

While Damien continued to chase her by attacking the black witch with a series of arrows shooting at her, Penny stopped running.

"I need air," Penny muttered under her ragged breath. Air, that was right, thought Penny to herself and looked at the black witch, her green eyes trained on the creature before she raised both her arms, opening her palms to create a wind that started to blow from the other direction that made it difficult for the black witch from moving fast and further away.

Damien who had caught up to the woman threw the rod that launched to tie the black witch in the air with barbed wires and bring her down.

Penny placed her hands on her knees, she felt less useless now. Feeling a little proud and happy for her thinking and ability, she caught up to Damien who was looking down at the black witch who had completely turned and was struggling to get away from the iron binds. The more the black witch tried to move the more the iron bit into the creature's body to cause more pain.

Damien with no tact used his shoe to poke the black witch's back, "I wasn't done talking to you for you to run away like cinderella. What's your name?" he asked to only receive incoherent voices coming out from her.

To make sure they wouldn't be attacked by another black witch or by a witch hunter, the black witch was pulled into another house. The black witch appeared to look like a fish who was trying to get back in the water and that meant away from them.

Damien used the electric rod on the black witch which gave jolts of electric shocks similar to mini thunderbolts.

"Willing to talk yet? I can do this all day long," Damien said, poking the rod to see the electric spark come out of the rod that shook the black witch's body turning her angrier with every touch of the rod.

This wasn't working, thought Penny to herself. Instead of making her talk, the black witch was getting angry and angry as if she would burst out and rage any moment, "Hold on," Penny said, stopping Damien from having his little time of enjoyment.

Walking to the trunk that had been placed in this house, Penny unlocked it and pulled out a small bottle that had a pink liquid in it. Going back to the black witch, she opened the knob and startle to sprinkle it all around the black witch's face so that the creature would take in the air.

"What's that? Beauty product on how to make black witch pretty?" Damien asked he closed the rod that was generating sparks.

"Father Antonio was working on a truth potion and we found out when Evelyn arrived that day to find out what was potions where being created along with the weapons," Penny replied to it whilst waiting for the potion to take effect on the black witch, "Though his potions were being done wrong it took me a while to understand what and why he was creating it. Jera had once told me that a year ago, black witches had stepped into the church in the name of being white witches and had killed two of the church witches. Father Antonio didn't want people who didn't belong there enter and therefore he sprinkled this on the visitors in the name of God but it wasn't perfected."

"Father Antonio was lacking the spells?"

Penny gave him a nod, "Yes, but also, the spell didn't belong to the white witches or black witches, it came under the forbidden magic. The truth potion is not supposed to be created for the chaos that might occur in this world. The price is much higher to pay than a lone magic," saying this, she pulled her sleeve up to show her skin that had changed, "I didn't know it was going to push me in that direction."

Damien's eyes narrowed at what she was saying. The skin had changed its color as well as texture to show the signs of a black witch, "You must be joking with me," he said unhappily to know and he then asked, "I didn't see it a week ago," he was talking about the time they had made love to each other.

"It didn't show up at that time because the signs came to show up late," she sighed softly.

Damien stared at Penny's hand for a second more before saying, "We'll get it checked once we go back to Bonelake," Penny smiled looking at him, she could see the gears in the back of his head move and twist at what he just saw.

To have the woman he loved to turn to a black witch wasn't something that worried him but it would make her already hard life harder.

Life for a white witch was difficult and for a black witch, it was worse because it was assured that the black witches never meant anything to be good and were the ones to harm people around them. No matter if they were previously white witches, people didn't care about it. The bottom line was the white witches turned corrupted like pureblooded vampires, turning them to something vile as darkness took over their mind.

He could now understand that what had taken place on her skin wasn't something that had occurred due to the potion but the effect had taken place and impacted when they were in Valeria. The potion she had created had given her body the push that was needed in pushing forth the signs forward.

Damien understood why she could now tell who the black witches were, she could see them unlike before and though it wasn't a constant ability she had acquired, the reason was that her body was changing and he was worried.

"I am fine," Penny assured him but the black witch who had been tied around the barbed wire started to cackle.

"You are turning to one of us. How interesting. It will feel wonderful when the hunter becomes hunted," the black witch laughed to show her dirty teeth that were black and brown in color.

"I was partly one of you but someone once told me," Penny said looking in the eye of the black witch, "What people say doesn't define you. It is the path that you chose to walk on is what you become and what you are. You picked the path of darkness while I will still choose the light," she said smiling down at the woman who again laughed.

"White witches and their self-righteousness that brings them to their graves."

"What is your name?" Penny questioned wanting to see if the potion had taken effect on the black witch.

"Circe," the witch struggled to speak the words as if it were being forced by the potion.

"She is all yours to ask," Penny said, moving away from the black witch and letting Damien take over her place. Walking towards the wall, she leaned her back before letting her body slide and she sat down on the ground watching Damien look at the black witch.