Penny noticed how Isaiah, the black witcher stared at the bat. With her broken memories, she didn't know how they had spent their time together. To think that she actually had a friend even if it was for a short duration, she was glad to know about it. Maybe her life was harsh and lonely as she thought it was. Maybe the memories that had been removed, some of them contained times like how she spent with her father. Those were the heartfelt memories and she would cherish it. 

"I was tracing her, trying to find her when I heard someone mention the green eyes lady with a pureblooded vampire who had been taken in as a slave. There aren't many who remember vibrant eyes and the only one I knew was Penelope's, but she seems to be doing well," Isaiah looked at Penny's dress which was nothing a slave or a lowly cla.s.s woman would wear. These were clothes that belonged to the elites. 

"I am glad you are doing fine. I can now leave. Could you untie me please?" the man moved that had the shackles make sounds. 

"Hmm? What happened to you wooing the lady?" Damien questioned him.

"Of course, I still like her but I have the decency to not get between the two people," said Isaiah. Penny came to realize that the black witch who sat here in front of them was one of the few good people in that whole lot of black witches who were nothing but ill and bad. 

"A black witch with morals, so hard to find these days. I think I will keep you with me," Damien smiled at Isaiah who sent a small glare at him. 

"I am not a pet for you to keep. I answered all your answers and I have found the lady to be in safe hand, there is nothing here for me-"

"See that is where you are wrong. I am sure you are older than what you look," Damien commented, hitting the right spot as the witcher continued to glare quietly at him in his seat, "You must have vast knowledge on how to use the spells like many other black witches. Penny needs some a.s.sistance. You will be handy."

"That seems like a perfect idea," Alexander commented but the witcher wasn't ready. 

"I deny to help," Penny heard the black witch continue to say which was one when she asked him,

"Mr. Isaiah...Were you a white witch before?" 

At her words, the man's eyes snapped to look at her. There was a certain sadness in his eyes upon hearing her question, "I used to be one," Oh, dear, thought Penny to herself. No wonder, the aura around him was much calmer for a black witch. 

"Why did you tap into the forbidden magic?" she asked, looking at him with curious eyes. 

He pursed his lips, "My younger brother was ill and I needed to turn him healthy," did witches fall ill? She nodded her head, half to him and a half to her. She did fall sick in the past. 

"I am sorry to hear that," she said.

Isaiah smiled, "I knew it would happen but didn't know that the spell wouldn't work right. I lost my young sibling and in the process of wanting to fix him desperately, I continued to use the magic which our elders warned us not to. 

It is hard to stop once you come in contact with it, like a drug until you turn to complete darkness where there is no way out," she truly did feel sorry for the man now. He had been searching for her hoping she was alright. 

Damien, who was looking at both of them let out a loud yawn, "I will give you a day to pick your choices to stay and help us. It is hard to find a black witch and harder to trust the one we find. You seem to share some sort of attachment with Penny so I am sure you wouldn't do anything to her," he said it confidently. 

"Aren't you worried I will poison you?" asked the black witcher and Damien looked back at him. 

"Do you think I am an idiot to drink things that you make? I will have Penny drink it first," Penny hearing this turned to Damien to give him a look, "I am just joking, mouse," he turned his eyes back on the man, "If it isn't an expected answer the servants of this mansion will be asked to set up a casket for you."

Leaving the man alone in the dungeon, the three of them made their way back towards the mansion, the time had pa.s.sed quickly and it was hard to tell what time it was right now. Penny knew Damien could be reckless and enjoyed the gore on his hands but the man they had left behind appeared to be a genuine person. 

"Please don't kill him," Penny whispered to Damien, tugging the coat that he wore. 

"You know when you say it like that," he said to her looking into her eyes, "It makes me want to kill the person more."

Penny gave him a narrowed look, "He didn't hurt anyone."

"It isn't good to bet when a person has changed from being a white witch to a black witch. The trait of black witches doesn't leave anyone. Once you are inked you are part of them," he said before Penny countered him back,

"Yet, you have caught him doing anything. Were you only threatening him?"

"I am not sure," Damien answered her. 

"Penelope," Alexander spoke, who was walking next to Damien with Damien being in the center, "Turned black witches often are used as bait. No matter how good they are, you can never tell if someone is playing puppet with them. In this case, even though he might be a good man. It is best to keep him close. What if your mother gave him the task to find you and erased the necessary details."

"But Damien can detect lies," Penny looked at Damien. 

The man instead of responding to her statement chuckled, "I read people Penny, which is why it is easy to detect. But some people are very good at hiding. Right now we will only have to wait and see if he truly means well."

She finally nodded her head, "Okay," believing in a story which he told might not be her best guess on judging his character.