Chapter 610 St.i.tches- Part 1

The black witch appeared in front of them with the butcher"s knife that was hot and red ready to slice any creature"s skin. Damien and Kreme had the potion running in their body which made Damien wonder if they had inhaled it when they were checking one of the houses. After all, none of them had been injected by it. The witch had told him that she made it in such a way that it would affect all creatures but there was something she was missing.

There were different kinds of creatures. Creatures who had been mutated to either deteriorate or to form a stronger creature than what they were.

The black witch raised her hand, ready to swing her knife when Damien opened his eyes and she noticed the pitch-black eyes of his that had turned from red to black. But that wasn"t all. His features were slowly changing one after another. First came the eyes, then came the skin around his eyes and when the man smiled, she noticed how his fangs had come out which were different compared to the usual vampires.

With Damien turning to his corrupted heart for help, he moved his body by tearing out the binding around his hands and then his legs. Moving swiftly up and towards the black witch, he pulled the knife away from her while the woman struggled to get it back in shock not knowing what had happened suddenly.

Catching hold of her hand, he chopped her arm off her body that had the black witch screaming.

"Now tell me. Why are you creating this potion?" Damien asked her but she was too stubborn to speak and was busy trying to get away from him. The woman groaned, making noises like an animal and what Damien failed to notice was that the witch who had lost an arm, the very same place another arm popped out as if it had regenerated itself.

The woman moved her hands across Damien"s face, getting his stomach to dig her nails as she cackled. Kreme who was watching this had a look of horror on his face as he knew his end was coming soon. It was time for him to say goodbye while he still had time. Unlike Damien who was able to move, Kreme was stuck sitting on the ground doing nothing but watch at the black witch who had grown another arm like a lizard.

Damien didn"t stop at this and chopped her hand but the more he chopped it the quicker the hand grew that chopping it had turned out to be harmless.

Quickly jumping away from him by moving on top of the table and then to go to the other side, she picked up some of the flasks. Continuing to cackle, she started to throw the solution in it one after another. Damien had to raise his hands to protect himself and in time he pulled out one of the furniture that blocked the potion but it was only for some time as a hole started to form on the stool he had been holding. He threw it at the black witch before shooting her arm and chest that slowed down her body movement.

It wasn"t the first time he had met a black witch who could regrow body parts but like other times he couldn"t kill her. He needed to find if she was creating these potions for herself or if someone was involved in it.

Getting back at her, he threw the knife to pin her on the wall.

"Sir," Kreme"s voice came across the small room. Damien turned to look at Kreme in realization to say, "Where is the antidote for the paralyzing potion?"

"Why don"t you keep finding it. It must be somewhere here," the black witch looked back at him with her snake eyes. Her tongue slithered in and out as she spoke.

"I am too lazy to do that," said Damien, pus.h.i.+ng the knife into the woman"s shoulder that he had thrown previously. More than knives, these were the sharp rods that came with a handle like a knife.

"A corrupted pureblooded vampire," the black witch hummed, not bothering to answer his questions, "I don"t think I even need to do anything. You will kill him in here and then kill the others," there was excitement in her voice. Someone who was happy at the cost of others" lives, "We don"t have to do anything at all when you are like this, what is the use of spitgra.s.s."

On the mention of spitgra.s.s, Damien believed that this was another witch who was working with the others over the ma.s.sacre.

"Who are you working for?" The man in the mansion was useless as he knew nothing and was only doing what he was told without much knowledge like a puppet.

She smiled at him, looking at him comfortably without care, "Soon you all will die once we have our hands on the black magic which is rightfully ours."

"I have a way to get the black magic if you want," Damien said that had the woman narrowing her eyes at him.

"Bulls.h.i.+t," she spat the words at him,

"I am telling you the truth. Aren"t you looking for the books?" this caught the attention of the woman, "I know about the books. I also know someone who knows to read and unbind that magic. Did you think there was no shortcut route to this? Here you all are completing the tasks one after another like idiots," he tched in the end.

The smile on the woman"s face has fallen down. She looked at him skeptically wondering how he knew about it. None of the vampires or humans knew about it. Not even the councilmen knew about it and here was this man who was telling things only a few black witches knew about.

"Where are the books?" she asked him.

"Wouldn"t you want to know," he hummed before saying, "How about you tell me what you have been up to and I will personally take you to this person to unlock the black magic. Who cares about other witches when you can live the way you want? You can rise above them all," Damien coaxed the black witch who was listening to him intently.

She gave some thought before finally giving in to the temptation to proceed forward compared to the rest.

"How do I know you won"t turn back over your word?" asked the woman.

"You don"t have to give the antidote for my fellow men. If you die I will never be able to save him," Damien promised, hearing this Kreme didn"t know why he was feeling this was like a double-edged sword where Master Damien or the black witch would not fulfill their words.