Damien who had entered the house through the door which he had got it opened had found no one there to greet him. After the white witch magistrate who had tried to kill him, he had returned the favor by shooting straight into her head that had taken time for her to disintegrate.

He made his way into the house, holding two of his guns in each hand. His footsteps were as quiet as a catspaw on the floor with no noise. Damien looked up and down when a shadow moved from the corner of his eye. By the size, he could tell it was the same person who had previously been sitting on the roof and had missed attacking him.

With no moment of hesitation, Damien stepped in while believing Penny had made her way inside the house. As far as he could tell, the emotions that were coming from her were still in a good state and there was only a slight amount of panic.

He followed the shadow, one step after another when a curtain of an open window flew with the wind, he lost the person. Continuing to walk in the same path suddenly someone attacked him or at least tried when Damien moved away from the person.

"You are not very good at covering up your tracks," said the man, removing the hood to reveal it to be the black witch.

"Is that so? I was trying to lure the enemy unless you are telling me you were attacking me for fun, Isaiah," Damien stated, a smile on his lips and his eyes sparkling.

The black witch stared at him, his own eyes now turning to slits to represent who he was, "You don't seem too surprised to find me here."

"I am sorry for disappointing you," Damien responded back as they moved away from the walls to the dining room which was large enough to mow right now, "Your emotions fluctuate a lot. It gives away, boy."

"You found out just like that?" the black witch asked.

"No. I figured it out some time ago when I was in the village taking a walk. I felt someone following me but couldn't tell who exactly it was," Damien tapped the tip of his gun on his temple as if he was trying to remember, "You gave us enough to bite in while wanting to eat us all. It isn't a new tactic but an old and effective one."

Isaiah continued to walk anticlockwise along with Damien around the dining table.

Damien then said, "You know, when we first met. You said you were here in Valeria like the other lands. Searching for Penny which I believe is true but I doubt you had any good intentions at all."

"I love Penelope," the man confessed head-on.

"You think I don't know? Your puppy eyes that keep following her. It is quite pathetic.

You might have been her neighbor, someone who wanted her to have a good life but you don't anymore. When a person cannot bear the thought of the person who she or he is in love with, some come to believe that they have no right to share that love. You are one of that kind, Isaiah. You know your intention is going to hurt her."

Isaiah pulled out a gun from his own back. The silver color gun in his hand, "I have only meant well for her. She was even happy with me before her mother decided to wipe her memory."

"You do know that Artemis works for her mother, right?" Damien asked him.

"It doesn't matter to me," Isaiah looked down at his gun, "But if you are out of the picture and her memory is erased again, what do you think will happen?"

Damien gave him a dramatic thoughtful look before saying, "She will one day remember all of it and kill you with her own hands. I am sure that is one feeling you would want to cherish."

The black witch didn't take his words into consideration, instead, he said, "Who cares about it. I will erase her memory over and over again until she forgets about you or anything bad."

Damien who had been biting on a tiny little stick in his mouth spat it out, "You are a disgrace and a loser. There is something called letting go when things don't work."

Isaiah laughed, his laugh echoing through the empty room they were in which brought notice to Damien's eyes on how there was no carpet here nor were there flower vases around nor was the plate that was placed down on the table. Suddenly it turned out to be a house that looked old. He had taken a glimpse the last time he had passed by and the room was filled with objects not looking like an abandoned house.

Out of curiosity, he asked, "Has this house always been like this?" Damien's eyes moved around the room to stare at the empty walls and the dirty window.

Isaiah looked at him unamused by the question. It was the first time for the black witch to come here as the meetings had always occurred outside and away from this mansion. It didn't matter to Isaiah if the house was old and rusty, all he wanted to do was kill the pureblooded vampire now.

With both holding the ability to transport, using it was pretty useless but that didn't stop them from fighting each other. Bullets firing left and right in the air. The sound of the gunshots that were fired went back and forth before both of them reloaded their guns with bullets.

Damien had his hunch on the man for a few hours now. He was only passing by the corridors of Delcrov mansion in the middle of the night when he caught sight of someone in the study room. He was far away compared to the butler of the house who had caught the black witch with a test of potions when asked, the man had said,

'Lady Sylvia is hurt.'

The black witch didn't come off as someone to be buddy-buddy with a stranger when he was still having evident feelings for Penelope. Damien had stood outside another room's balcony to see in time the man coming back to the mansion from somewhere. Right now it didn't matter because he knew it was to meet the Artemis.

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