The Air was tense. Damon swallowed as his father's face hardened, disappointment etched into every line .
"You would leave the city immediately and never return again", Alastor spat.
" Fine", Damon's eyes leveling at his father," I won't miss anything here anyway ".
As he slammed the door behind him, he realized the finality of the moment , whatever hate or love;if it ever existed was now severed. His father had disowned and banished him from the capital after the incident at the dueling grounds.
His father had hurriedly buried Daiki and the senator;the latter alive of course. Damon knew his father would come up with some story like he has always come up with a story for everyone who discovers his secret. His mind flashed back to when he was just nine.He had just been yelled at by Alastor.
That fateful day was when he first took a life.
" What are you doing here".
Damon turned sharply, he was at the kitchens, it was nearly empty and he had hoped to grab something to eat in case his father decided to starve him as a punishment.
He saw a young girl about his age, red hair and a sparkling set of huge emerald eyes staring back at him.
"Food", he simply said.
He and the girl, Alice, apparently one of the servant younglings had spoken a lot as they bonded over raiding the kitchen leftovers.
"Why do your father hate you", she muttered innocently.
Damon blinked. His father had warned him never to speak of his 'condition' to anyone, but for some reason, perhaps pent up anger against his father, he told her.
"Because I'm a sorcerer", he shrugged.
Her eyes widened as she starred warily at Damon.
"I heard sorcerers eat children".
Damon snorted, "I don't think children taste that good, perhaps I should try it someday".
At her panicked reaction, he laughed," I'm joking, jeez".
" I thought I said no one must know of your condition ",his father's voice boomed at the kitchen's entrance.
The hair at the back of Damon's neck rose in panic.
He stammered.
" S.. sh.. she is a friend and she wouldn't tell, right? ",he said turning to look at Alice but her words were stuck in her throat as Alastor walked sinisterly towards them.
He smoothly grabbed a carving knife from one of the tables before squatting in front of them, handing the knife over to Damon.
His hands shook fearfully as he took the blade from his father.
"Stab her in the heart", his father sneered.
Alice whimpered silently as she attempted to run but his father's icy glare turned her legs to lead as she couldn't move an inch, her eyes blinking hard.
"Do it!"
Damon's stomach churned as he brought the knife closer towards her, she cried silently as his father guided his hands right below her left rib, tearing through flesh, piercing through bone as he stabbed all the way into her beating heart.
He doubled up and vomited all over the floor as he looked away in panic.
"Look at her eyes!",his father had yelled sternly.
He slowly turned back towards her, as he watched the light leave her eyes, green turned cold as she dropped with a cold thud.
For the first time, he couldn't sleep as he kept hearing that whimper, kept seeing those green eyes.
Save from Karma, everyone else who discovered him as a sorcerer had ended up dead too,feet beneath the earth.
Damon's mind jolted back to the present as he felt the presence again, unpleasant and coiling around his consciousness . He had tried communicating with his demon telepathically like the other sorcerers , but his remained silent even though it's presence was stronger than ever.
He could catch glimpses of it's powers, flickers of energy but the silence was deafening , leaving him isolated in his own body.
He had packed up, he had very few important possessions, karma was beside him, an automatic rifle strapped to his sides.
Like him, Karma had nothing to stay for in the capital, he had been an orphaned boy who tried to pickpocket the first prince, he got caught and Carlisle had brought the eleven year old, wide eyed boy into the palace, handing him over to Damon without a word, his father didn't mind even as Karma figured out Damon's secrets.
Even though he had paid them, Nagini and the big guy had also decided to tag along with them for whatever reason.
As they walked through the streets, Damon wondered what he would do when he was out of the city. He didn't really had a life in the capital unless if you would count joining the rebellion, somewhere he was useless as well.
Taking a last good look at the capital, white and yet dirty in it's glory , they walked through the gates as the guards nodded at Damon, as the chief guard accompanied them for some kilometers before bidding Damon well. Apparently, his father had mentioned he was going on a vacation across the human realm, tch.
They reached the nearest city , Xerbes in a matter of hours, Nagini and the big guy seemed to familiar with the place as they led the group towards the market.
Damon wrinkled his nose as he beheld the city, it was stark different from the capital. The city was crowded and dirty, with a sprinkle of soldiers parading about, their black uniforms a contrast to the brown of the city.
As thousands of people jostled around, he stared at the long rows of houses, brown and wobbly with dark alleys crawling with drunks and shady fellows.
"You know you should watch out for pickp...", Nagini started.
Everything happened so fast for Damon to react, a nimble figure weaving through throngs of people , eyes narrowed and slitted. Damon noticed her but then a furious soldier shoved a young boy towards Damon's group momentarily distracting him.
A thin smile crawled up the thief's lips. She moved with lightening speed, white hair tied backwards, flaying in the wind. With a deft flick of the wrist , she had grabbed Damon's money bag, tied tightly at his belt. A small knife at her left hand was already in motion, cutting the bag loose before bursting forward into the market.
Karma caught the thrown boy , who fled in a panic, and followed Damon who had sprung forward after the pickpocket, his eyebrows scrunched up in a silent fury.