Having quite a reputation when it came to injuring people without a thought, a lot of the usually preferred to steer clear and away from his path. It was only the pompous ones who crashed and broke their fingers often which was then complained to the elders and the higher-ups. Some complaints didn't get through while some turned out in Damien's favor as he was always right while the other person was held to be in wrong. It didn't matter to him, he grew up with a certain air around him which made him unapproachable at times and when he was approachable, people didn't want to come close in the fear of his tongue. 

He was after all the young master of Quinn's family, the second generation of pureblooded vampires who were much better in terms of knowledge, strength or abilities. If a person belonged to the first and second generation of pureblooded vampires, elder councilmen didn't stop to ponder on if those pureblooded vampires had some sort of ability. Not everyone was gifted but the ones who were gifted never breathed a word about it. 

Walking up to the room, he knocked and turned the k.n.o.b of the door to see Lord Nicholas, Councilman Lionel, and head councilman Rueben in the room. 

"Take a seat, Damien," head council Rueben waved his hand to the empty seat which was unoccupied, "We were only speaking about the recent deaths that took place in the council a few days ago. It is a great loss that we have lost men without knowing and having the final goodbye to people," the man's voice weighed a certain amount of silence in the room, "I spoke to Lord Alexander on what you felt about one of our councilmen."

Listening to this, the eyes of the other two men in the room s.h.i.+fted to look at Damien. Councilman Lionel appeared to look curious, wondering which councilman was being doubted while on the other hand, Lord Nicholas Rune looked at him as if wanting to confirm his very own doubts. 

"What did he say?" Damien asked, his back leaning against the chair. 

"He said to go send the warrant to Creed. To have a search placed with respect to see if he still has any evidence of euphorine lying in his mansion while also checking his eyes," Head council Reuben conveyed the short letter which was sent by his cousin, Alexander Delcrov. 

"What's wrong with his eyes?" Lionel questioned, looking at them with his monocle gla.s.s that rested in front of one of his eyes. 

"It's corrupted," Damien filled in for the councilman to narrow his eyes down. 

"That's not possible. If you are questioning about the eye-patch, he lost his eye during one of the jobs that were being completed. I was right there," councilman Lionel said, not believing that they could have a corrupted vampire working in the council. The man had no knowledge about Damien being a corrupted vampire himself. 

The issue here was not about the corrupted heart but that he was one of the people who was involved in bringing the switchers into the council which had led to many deaths. The Council had a clean record up until now but it was Damien's words that had brought the matter to light. 

Head council Reuben then cleared the matter, "We aren't sure. It might be false or true but we want to make sure by running a check," he then looked at Lord Nicholas, "Councilman Creed is a very old councilman who belongs to the elder community of the council. As you know to run a search warrant we need a minimum of two approvals from the four lords else the search is considered invalid and we will need to run the approval through the courtroom for further matter. Alexander has already given his sign of approval."

"You want me to sign in," Lord Nicholas's lips kept a small, kind smile which was harmless as he sat in the seat, "Where shall I sign?" he asked. Head councilman Rueben pulled out the parchment of papers from the drawer and handed it to him. The man took the quill in his hand, reading the papers before putting down his signature on the parchment. He handed it back to the head councilman. 

"Thank you, Nicholas. It is very much appreciated. The drafting shouldn't take long. We can have the warrant sent by evening. I take that you would be interested in taking the lead?" he asked Damien. He tilted his head to his side,

"What happened to Lionel's team?" 

"Councilman Lionel," the man with the monocle corrected him, "Though you come from the high standing house, your words have not been fixed."

"There are other important things that need to be fixed than my words," Damien grinned, his sharp fangs peeking out of his lips. 

The man was someone who decided on right or wrong which he found to be ethical in his eyes without having the habit to bend down rules in his career until now, "You and your cousin, don't think you can always get away with your twistful words. You won't be riding the same high horse."

"There is more than one horse, Lionel. Sometimes you only get a higher horse than the one you are riding," Damien irked the elder councilman's nerves. Nicholas couldn't help but cough and hide his laugh. 

Catching on to the Lord's cough, councilman Lionel spoke, "All the young pureblooded vampires think they are smarter than us," his tone came out to be annoyed. 

"Gentlemen," head councilman Reuben stopped them, his voice rising slightly higher than normal, "I think we have important matters to discuss. You can take this conversation outside this room later. Thank you," he added when the room turned quiet again...