Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)

"Why don't you go through the black market if you need help?" asked the young man who sat in front of the head council who had been signing some of the papers and making plans for the next case as they weren't able to get the needed information to solve the case.

Rueben looked up at the young pureblooded vampire, "You are suggesting to ask the thieves where and how they are attacking to steal?"

"Why not? Some of the thieves will be more willing if you offer them a price. Give them insurance, a deal, or a treaty that the council won't break as an assurance," Damien who had picked up the crystal ball that was used to hold the papers down had been playing with it. With his head leaned back, he tried to look on the other side through it.

The head council stared at the young man who had joined the council very recently after passing the council exams. He had met Damien before, the pureblooded vampire who often caused trouble but didn't get caught in the scene. If it weren't for his cousin Alexander who was the current Lord of Valeria, he would have not taken him in but then there was also a part where Damien showed a lot of potentials.

If he wanted, the boy could one day turn to a head council or could be part of the elder council but it was a waste because he showed no interest. After the results of the examinee had been announced, Damien had decided to not work for the council but it was on Alexander's insistence did he continue here. Rueben could tell that Damien was barely interested in getting a promotion due to this, he did what he pleased. Sometimes falling asleep in this very room, or his mouth would have caused trouble by uttering words that didn't sit well with the other councilman. He enjoyed pressing people's buttons.

"We don't know how effective it would be," Rueben said, going back to his papers and trying to write down the next team who will have to look into the case, "The black market is filled with nothing but distrust. Going there for help is equal to jumping into a well for suicide that has no water."

"You won't know until you try. Some are good, some are bad, and some...they are just neutral," Damien pulled himself back to place the crystal stone back on the desk, "How about this. I will get you the information but in return, I will work alone. No teams, no superiors. I will work directly for you," his blood-red eyes looked into the councilman's eyes.

Damien didn't like the council members. He could tell that this place was where different creatures thrived to be at the top of the status and they were ready to sling mud at each other. Truthfully he had no interest in climbing the status. Because Damien Quinn was already at the top.

A pureblooded vampire who belonged to the second generation with good bloodline and money.

He continued to stare at Rueben, waiting for the man to speak and he heard, "This is a sensitive case. You screw it up, it will screw us over."

"Everybody gets screwed over, Rueben," one side of Damien's lips pulled up where Rueben didn't smile, "I will get you the information that you want."

"Alright. If something happens, you start at the lowest by cleaning the floors of the council," Rueben liked a good challenge and he had been grooming this pureblooded vampire for some days now. If Damien did succeed, he could be turned to a crucial asset of the council. There weren't many who got information when it came to the witches or vampires who were involved in illegal rule-breaking matters that went in the four lands. A lot of the council members who worked in teams often died before they could reach the information they had found to the council. If Damien did not succeed, it would be a lesson for him.

Damien grinned, his eyes twinkling, "Deal," he then looked at the time, "Oh, look at that, it's time for a break," he said getting up from the chair.

"This is your second break in the first one hour," Rueben pointed out to him.

"I know," Damien replied back and walked out of the room, the door clicking softly behind him. He walked on the white marble floor of the council. His shoes clicked on it as he made his way towards the food eatery place in this building. Passing by some of the councilmen he came across, he didn't bother to talk to them.

Walking into the room full of people, he walked towards the counter before taking his food and picking up the table that had a seat.

Though Damien came from a family of high status, there were a few things he enjoyed doing like the peasants. Not minding sharing the table, or eating the food that was offered to the council members.

Far away from him, some of the other new joiners of the council of one or two years old looked at him, "Is it me, or is that one always here when we come down here?" the man was a vampire.

Another man, who was a human who had been following the vampire turned to look at Damien who was eating his food as he hummed something under his breath.

"You are right. He is always here. Heard he doesn't work but takes the favors from the superiors," answered the human, "He doesn't bow to his seniors."

In the group, there was another vampire who drank the blood tea that had been given at the counter. Taking a sip, he said,"People like him sure think that others will bow down to him. Maybe we should teach him a lesson," the vampire smiled. Finishing his blood tea, he went back to the counter to order another one.

Taking it along with him, the vampire started to walk to where Damien was seated. Going to him, he dropped the blood tea on Damien's shoulders that started to soak in blood. The vampires in here only considered Damien to be arrogant but didn't know how his brain worked.

At the same time, the person who had been sitting next to Damien looked at this and got up from his seat so that he could get back to work. The one who had dropped the blood tea placed his hand on the table with a small thud, "You should learn to respect your elders here. The councilmen have an experience unlike you who are new," Damien had not reacted except his hands had stopped moving to eat, "Are you listening to me? Oh, you must be scared," he chuckled and right at that moment, Damien, who had been holding his fork and knife, dropped the fork to catch hold of the man's wrist that was on the table and used his other hand to chop away the vampires fingers that had the man screaming as blood gushed out.

"Ruining my shirt, peasant," he said looking at the vampire who was in pain.

After an hour had passed with the vampire who lost his fingers, Damien and Rueben in the room, Rueben finally waved the vampire to go get the medical treatment from Murkh.

Rueben was going to lose his mind with this one. Technically Damien was right to retaliate but chopping the councilman's fingers was too far. He would have kicked Damien out but something said the young pureblood would gladly step out.

Damien stared at Rueben who was thinking very deeply and the man sighed, "Please refrain yourself from doing something like this again."

"It will set a good example of what I am capable of," Damien reasoned that had Reuben rub his temples.

"You know what, just go finish the case right now. These are the doc.u.ments," having Damien in the council building was like a walking knife.

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