She Belongs To The Devil

"My blood… it's a weapon!"

Damien fluttered his wings and splattered his blood in excitement. A series of explosions resounded throughout the area.

Damien smirked and inhaled the burnt smell that lingered around him.

And he exclaimed again, "I can do blood magic!"

Blood magic was one of the rarest dark magic even in the Hell realm. Those with the ability to do blood magic could either control their or everyone else's blood.

Some could make the spilled blood explode just like Damien. Some could gather the spilled blood to turn them into a blood weapon. While the rarest of the rarest could even control the blood flowing inside the veins, especially of others.

Damien wanted to keep on exploding his blood. However, he had almost healed completely by now. Only a few slim cuts were there on his body instead of the deep ones.

"I should test if I can do the same with others' blood," Damien was already planning to do some more experiments after reaching home.

"Mother would be happy to know this," Damien couldn't stop grinning as he imagined a smile on his mother's face.

He checked his wings to see if there were any holes or cuts on them. His wings had healed completely.

"Okay, let's go home." He stretched out his wings only to fold them slightly again, "Oh! Almost forgot!"

He was so excited about the recent discovery that he almost forgot to take the very thing that he came for.

Damien quickly and carefully plucked a tiny seedling of the Zobekker plant. The thrones weren't that hard and sharp yet so it was easy to uproot.

He then opened the lid of the capsule hanging around his neck and brought the seedling closer to the capsule with the intention to push it inside.

And just like what Maple had told him, the plant shrunk in size and was sucked in by the capsule.

"Ooh! That's pretty impressive," Damien was at least glad that the capsule was working alright.

He pressed the small lid back in and he felt a wave of energy enveloping that capsule.

"The seal must have been activated," Damien thought to himself and sighed in relief. "At least that witch didn't lie about this."

And with a wide smile on his face, Damien flew up and disguised himself as a cloud. Then he headed back towards his mansion with a sense of great achievement in his heart.

After returning back to his mansion, Damien headed straight for his mother's room. It was already night so he knew she would be in her room at this time.

He reached for the door to give a knock. However, he stopped when he noticed that the aura of sadness was coming out of the room.

"Uh… she's in a bad mood," Damien thought to himself.

"What if my father really is a Vampire and I got this blood magic from him? Considering how she hates the topic about my father, she might get upset if I tell her about it when she's already feeling sad."

He didn't know how his mother would react upon hearing that news so he thought of putting it off for now.

"I better tell her about my blood magic next time," he thought and turned around.

"Master, welcome back," Mirah gently bowed to Damien.

She couldn't help but notice the awful smell that was coming off from Damien. She coughed and asked her young master, "Shall I cool down the bath for you, master?"

"Yes please." Damien also wanted to get rid of the smell as well as the dirt.

Mirah bowed and headed towards the bathhouse.

Damien recalled something he wanted to do so he ran after Mirah and asked her, "Mirah, can you… umm… can you give me a drop of your blood? I want to–"

"Drink it?" Mirah exclaimed while widening her eyes.

"Eww! No!" Damien frowned and said in a low voice, "I… don't tell my mother, I will tell her later. I discovered that I can do blood magic. So I want to know if I can turn others' blood into a weapon as well or is it just my blood."

"That is great news, master," Mirah said modestly but her excitement was visible in her eyes.

Without a second thought, Mirah made a cut in her palm with her claw and offered her blood to her master.

"Thanks a lot," Damien smiled and happily ran out of the mansion.

He flew outside and when he was sure that he was far away from his mother's auditory range, he flicked his palm and threw the blood in the air.

He re-enacted the same feeling he had felt before in his heart while glaring at Mirah's blood.

Boom! Spark! Boom!

Before the blood touched the ground, all the drops of blood exploded.

Damien spread his wings as well as palms and looked at the dark night sky.

And he screamed with ecstasy, "I AM INVINCIBLE…"

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"Dad, go and fetch Damien." Ariel jumped and climbed on Theodore's back as soon as she saw him in the morning of the weekend.

Theodore hadn't even had his tea so he sighed, "Ary… Damien is not your ball and I'm not your dog. Give me a break for today."

"Are you still half-asleep?" Ariel tightened her grip around Theodore's neck as if she was going to choke him. "Go and bring him here, fast!"

Theodore tapped on Ariel's arms and said, "Alright, missy. Now don't kill your dad."

Ariel giggled and slid down Theodore's back.

Theodore then instantly teleported… to the antechamber where Adeline was calmly sipping on her warm jasmine tea.

He sighed and sat down beside Adeline and complained about Ariel. "Your daughter is getting more violent by the day."

"Our daughter," Adeline corrected.

"Yes, our daughter." Theodore gestured to Hawisa to brew him a cup of tea and continued, "At this rate, she's going to be the ruler of Hell, not of Wyverndale."

Adeline couldn't help but laugh at her husband's remark about their daughter. And she suggestively said, "She's a mini devil after all."

Theodore leaned his head back on the armrest of his chair and mumbled, "I'm sure I wasn't as naughty as Ariel." He thought for a while and narrowed his eyes a little, "Wait! Maybe I was."

Bam!

"Dad!"

They both heard the door to the antechamber flying open and Ariel shouting from the door.

"I thought you had already gone to Hell. Can't believe you're here sipping tea with mom," Ariel folded her arms and pouted.

Theodore sighed and looked at Ariel. "Your Highness. Please let me enjoy my tea. I will go and fetch that ball for you after I finish my tea."

Ariel didn't say a word. She kept on standing there with her arms folded in front of her chest and her foot tapping on the floor.

Theodore pretended not to hear that constant tapping on the floor and kept on sipping his tea as slowly as he could. He was her dad after all.

Ariel was about to lose her patience. And before she began throwing her tantrum, Theodore put the teacup down on the table and got up on his feet.

"I'll be right back," Theodore said to his wife without sparing a look at his stubborn daughter.

Ariel finally stopped tapping her foot and smiled.

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