Chapter 732
A case had been set out from the council on accord of Grace Quinn going missing suddenly who was a pureblooded vampire . Her pictures were sent out and posted with the heading that read 'Missing' and below the picture had writing that spoke about giving out coins if they were to know about her or any information that could come to be useful .
With the matter of black witches being dealt, the people who belonged to the council could finally take a sigh of relief from their overloaded work and start looking into other matters . As much as the black witch's poster had brought out errant strands to have the woman flee away for protection, there was no way Grace Quinn could be traced .
When Grace had gone to Robarte's house, she had assumed that she would take the favor from him and then set a trap for Penelope so that she could get the girl kicked out of the house but the young vampiress had poor knowledge when it came to the man she had befriended .
Who knew that while digging the grave for someone, she would have been so deep that getting out of it was not possible .
Her insecurities and naive pride had cost her, her life where she now sat lifeless in a dark room in the house of the Varreran . The room was a dark one that was attached to Robarte's bedroom where he slept and it was the room which he used to lock up the slaves he brought home .
Right now, the man was in his room, humming softly a song as he folded his clothes .
The servants he had been using all these years were dead corpses where he had placed spells on them but their bodies had started to rot and he had to discard them one after another leaving him only with the butler who was another piece of a corpse he had picked up from a far town so that the butler would not be recognized by anyone .
He took a bath, the water falling down on his feet as spots of blood fell from his body . He ran his fingers across his skin and back, reaching for the nape of his neck where the skin had been stitched . It was the first cut and stitch he had made after a month of the ritual he was partaking in .
Robarte washed his hair that had turned greasy in this house that was dusty . After turning off the tap and getting out of the bath, he wiped his body that had many more stitches that ran down behind his back . The wounds looked fresh as they had been cut open to have the new organs of the vampire being replaced in there from the old ones .
Wearing his clothes he went to the mirror that was broken . To a human who would enter this house, the house would appear to be perfect . Clean, poised, the butler waiting at the front where lights were lit in the hall and the rooms of the entire mansion . But if one saw from his eyes, the mansion was broken and dark . There was no light, and the smell of the wood felt like it was decaying . The butler was a dead corpse who had no eyes of his own and his body was crooked . The mirror he stood in front of was broken leaving only part and pieces of the glass being fixed on the wall .
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