Chapter 751
Robarte's eyes went wide as saucers, the slit in his eyes turning even narrower than before as he didn't know what just happened right now . One moment the pureblooded vampire was right in his reach and ready to be shot and he had pulled the trigger . The next moment he had disappeared in less than a blink of an eye and now stood behind him .
"You are a witch too…" on Robarte's words, Damien lips twisted into a smile .
"No, thanks . Did you think I was a spoiled pompous man? That, that was all I had in me?" Damien pulled out the cork that creaked slowly as he purposely took his time . Feeding on fear like men and women like these was something Damien enjoyed the most . He loved and when the fear was slowly reeking out of the witcher though he tried to hide it, Damien couldn't help himself but bask in it .
"How did you disappear? Was it the girl who helped you?" Robarte questioned, wanting to find out answers .
"Didn't make a background check on me? I must say you did quite a poor job . Why don't you think about what happened in your afterlife?" and the next moment, Damien had pulled the trigger for the bullet to launch into the witcher's head .
But Damien didn't stop there . He continued to load the bullet into the man's head one after another without a stop until all the bullets had turned empty in his revolver . Feeling the wet blood on his hand as he had been holding the witcher's head before he let go of the man who fell sideways on the ground .
Damien stared at the man for long minutes, pulling out the kerchief from his pocket to clean his bloody hand before throwing the used kerchief on the ground which was soaked in black blood . There were rules that ran in the family and though some could be overlooked, this was one of the things he couldn't .
If anyone ever thought about harming his family or people who belonged to him, then no one was supposed to be spared . They would all need to die . To either set an example or to remove them along with their thoughts . He had acquired this quality from his late mother . Robarte was dead as he laid there with his heart that had stopped beating when Damien had put the second bullet into his head .
The man had killed too many women and God only knew how many more he had killed apart from the ones that were up in the room . Most of the black witches were born psychotic but this man and his sister . . . they were a piece of art .
Leaving the dead witch behind, he went in search of where Penelope and her mother were in the house .
Penny had been running away from her mother as she had started to throw double-sided knives at such speed that she was finding it hard to find an opening to attack her . The room was big with a long looking table which she assumed that they were in the dining room of this mansion .
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