"Wait, wait, wait, wait a minute there!" Blair scoffs, "Damien killed his brother?"
"It was a necessary evil he had to do to survive! It wasn't his fault!" Cara explained.
Blair shook her head in disbelief, "I know, it's just, I just can't believe that Damien is actually, he is actually a deadly sin! I thought they were a myth?"
Cara sighed, "I know, it's a lot to take in, but it's a secret you need to keep. If the world finds out his true identity, he won't get the peace he deserves!"
Blair fakes a smile, "Sure! But what happened after Gula's death? Queen Hela wouldn't have just let him go?"
"Blair, I know you are curious, but I've said enough already. And that will be a story for another time!" Cara concluded.
"Yes, sure! I should leave you to it then!" Blair rises to her feet, "thank you for telling me the truth!" She smiled and punched out of the room.
Cara falls back on her bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, mind spiraling, "why would she be so curious about Damien? Could Blair really be the evil masked witch?"
The idea alone was too much of a toxicity for Cara's mind to think on, she brushes it off and return to sleeping.
On her way back to her room, Blair kept thinking about Damien's story, "so that is why he was immune to my charm when we first met? He felt different because he is different!"
She stops on her tracks and sharply exhales, "there's more to his story, maybe if i find out, I can figure out a way to get my hands on that dagger without harming myself like last time!"
She was mumbling to herself and lost in thoughts when a silhouette flashes before her eyes. She looked up and saw Damien pacing back and forth on the balcony.
"What is he doing?" She got curious and approached him, "you are finally back?"
When he sees Blair, he stopped walking and froze, "what are you doing here?"
His tone was as icy as his expression.
"You seem worked up, is it because of Varra?" Blair stepped closer.
"What do you even know?" He turned away, stepping closer to the bannister and, staring into the distance, "my family, we are um, we have some serious issues!"
"Every family does!" She mustered the courage to approach and stand next to him, "are you okay?"
Damien sighed heavily, "if you are asking if I'm still upset about seeing her, then yes, i am. And I'm not fine!"
Blair reached for his hand to console him but he pushed her gently away. She chuckled weakly, staring her rejected hand, "I'm just trying to help!"
"I never asked for it!" He looked away.
Blair huffs slightly, "Look, I know all about family, Damien, that is why i hate the word! Family is merely a farce, it is all a fabrication, but don't let your misunderstandings or "issues" bring you down. Don't run from them, face them, and show them how better you are thriving without them!"
Chuckling, he faces Blair, "I thought you said you had no family and had lost everyone to your enemy?"
He caught her off guard, she subconsciously uttered something that did not make sense even to her ears.
Damien laughed, amused by her credulity, "you don't have to be smart all the time, it's okay to be a fool sometimes!"
"Like what times?" She leaned with hints of mockery to her tone.
Damien affected a seriousness, "like now!"
Before she could make sense of his words, Damien leaned - closing the distance between them and kisses her on the lips.
Blair was completely taken aback, she abruptly pulled away, "what was that about?"
"Just wanted to see if i can see YOU!" He chuckled briefly.
"So? Did you see me?" She regained her composure and spoke in a solemn tone.
He smirked "I'm getting there!" Then he laughs shortly, "thank you for your time Blair!" He strides away.
Her mouth hangs open in disbelief, she scoffs, "what the actual fuck?"
Damien took a car and travelled all the way to Ashfall.
Oak city is divided into six regions. Oceania, the community of sirens. Ashfall, the vampires shade. Blackwood, home to the werewolves. Phloria, the witches community. Ellegard, home to the elves. And lastly, Slumms, an abode to the unwanted.
A centuries ancient medieval mansion sits at the top of the mountain in Ashfall. When Damien arrived, both the gate and front door were left open, as if they knew of his coming. He headed upstairs to the second floor and into the parlor where his siblings await him.
After almost a century, he is finally seeing Aragon, Avaa, Varra, and Levi. They are seated on the expensive leather sofas.
Grinning devilishly, Avaa stands, "Hello brother!"