Far away from Quinn's mansion, Damien was in a small hut with his hand and legs tied where he sat on the ground with Kreme. While Damien sat there in ease, Kreme, the human who often accompanied Damien looked at the black witch who ate an animal without cooking it. She tore the hind legs of the animal and dug her teeth into making him cringe.
How did they end up here? Asked Kreme to himself without making a noise. His thoughts went back to the start of the dad in the council.
He was completing his errands which were handed down by the head council, one after another early in the morning until Damien arrived at the council.
"How is your day going, Kreme. Any hot news?" asked his senior councilman and by hot it meant if he had snooped around by eavesdropping what other councilmen were speaking in the council.
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