Young Master Damien's Pet (WN)

While the councilmen finally reached the land of Mythweald to deal with the black witches, the black witches, on the other hand, were busy placing the markings around the abandoned church. The blue-eyed girl stood looking at the witches and the witch hunters working together. Her eyes were calm and her stance delicate with the flowing dress that she wore that reached the ground.

"Isn't this great, Mistress? The only time we will find the witches and the humans working together," the little girl who was small compared to the height of the other girl had a big smile on her face. For a stranger the smile would have looked as if the little girl had received early presents but in truth, this little girl who was a black witch in disguise was eager for the next hours that were to come, "Pitty how most of them will die in the ritual," she giggled.

"You need to keep your excitement down, Judith," the blue-eyed girl responded back without looking down at the little to have Judith close her mouth immediately.

"Pardon me, Mistress."

"The sacrifices are for the greater good. I am sure they will be able to understand without us having to tell them specifically," said Sabbi when her eyes fell on a part of the ground that had been marked, "Did you hear anything on the status of the witch hunters who have been guarding the villages?"

"I received the report yesterday morning but am yet to receive it after that. The recently recruited witch hunters appear to be useless."

"Most are useless which is why we need to make use of them," she answered the little girl who smiled again.

"It is good that we didn't give them much information, it would be troublesome if they get caught, not that we will be as this is the land of humans that is far away from the witches or the vampires."

The older girl didn't respond to the chattering words of the little girl. Sabbi stared at the abandoned church which she had visited four decades ago. But it had been more than four decades since she had started to gather people, recruiting them for today's ritual which would finally unleash the black magic that rightfully belonged to the black witches and she couldn't wait for it. Many years had passed that were lonely. Waiting for this day to come and she had made sure to plan it well so that it wouldn't fail and it wouldn't.

For the pain she had gone through and what her family had been put through, she would not rest until she would destroy the council and the race of humans as well as vampires. Though she was young, she could still hear her poor mother crying and screaming at the man who had assaulted and killed her in front of her.

The pain had harbored to revenge and that is what she wanted. Wiping out was unnecessary when the creatures could be turned to slaves.

"Mistress, did you see the man before?" asked the little girl to her.

Sabbi turned to look at Judith, her eyes still like water that had not been moved, "The one in the carriage?"

"I keep having this feeling that I have seen him before. I wonder if it is because of his handsome face," Judith placed her index finger on her cheek, "But I don't remember where exactly."

"You can think about the human some other time and I would rather have you concentrate on what we are doing today. I wouldn't like you messing with what we have been working on for years now," said Sabbi, not being lenient, "It took us time to break the one hundred and three rituals to be able to reach the black magic."

"Yes, mistress," the little girl bowed her head and gave her a wide smile without showcasing her teeth, "What are we going to do about the book? The witch hunters said they haven't been able to track the book and also Laurae has gone missing. Though I did hear she left a trail of dead bodies before disappearing."

The book had the spells and information on how to lock the white magic along with the black magic. After unbinding the magic today, she wanted to lock the white witch magic along with the other powers that existed to different creatures. The book of Garlic. It was the book that she had been looking for and the dumb witch had lost it.

Her hand clenched tightly in anger and her face showed no expression on it. It was alright though as Sabbi believed they had successfully broken the alignment of stars. They were dead and no destiny could fix it as she had changed fate.

But the black witch had never been able to find who the actual stars were due to which, she didn't know all of them were very much alive. One who was in the land of Bonelake, another who had been moved to the alternate world while the third one was not too far away from the abandoned church where she was.

"If she's been killing people it is only time for the council members to catch and kill her. We will let them do the deed. Once this is done, we will need to find where the book is."

"Yes, mistress!"

When the time of evening arrived where the sun started to set down, the black witches started to gather in the ruins of the church along with many others who surrounded the area to make sure no one would ever come to disturb the ritual they would be doing.

At the center of the ritual where the markings had been done, they placed a pile of wood which was lit with fire, and next to it stood a young girl who was tied to a pole that had been fixed tight enough for her to not be able to move.

Tears fell from the girl's eyes and onto her cheeks. She looked at the witches who had changed their form and some who still looked human without heeding to any of her pleas.

"Such a shame for the v.i.r.g.i.n to not be touched," one of the witchers who stood near her passed a comment.

"Please let me go! I didn't do anything! Please!" she cried over and over again. After twenty minutes she finally stopped realizing no one here was going to help her and she was going to be sacrificed tonight.

On the other side of the marking, a witch brewed something dark in the pot which was supposed to be drunk by everyone who was inside the markings.

Sabbi stood outside the marking, watching the people do their work. There were more people in the circle and they were positioned not to chant the spells but to sacrifice their own selves which they were not aware of.

Soon the ritual started and the witches started to chant the spells around the burning fire. The witch hunters who stood far away who had spread themselves around the church in the forest heard a whistling sound when a knife suddenly passed the witch hunter's head.