Shayla woke up in her small thin bed, 'Weird…' She thought.
She had constantly been awoken by the other maids normally, but today, none of them did. As she stared out of her window, she could also see that it was a bit late for her to wake up and do her job, 'So why didn't anyone wake me up?' She thought again before getting up from her bed and quickly changed before exiting her room, where she saw one of the other maids that she worked with frequently scurrying off.
She followed her, running towards where the maid ran to as she wanted to find out where she was going and what had happened.
As she exited the hall where the maids and the butler usually hung out to get their daily dose of fellowship and news updates, she heard some of them talking, "Have you heard what the youngest master did? I heard he hung Edmund upside down! Can you believe it?"
"No way, Edmund? He is built like a tree and probably has a strength of a bear."
"It's true! I can vouch for it. I saw it happened with my own two eyes! The scene still sends shiver up my spine. I dont know how to explain it, it is almost liek hearing those scary story of when you were little, the young master was really like one of those stories that our parents have told us. There was blood everywhere, I think he drank some of it too!" One of the butlers explained, slightly exaggerating what he saw.
"Well… that might make sense… I have seen blood in front of his doorstep, who is to tell that he might not be a monster? He could have gotten fat by drinking too much of it!" One maid said, remembering how long it took her and the other maids to clean the blood up.
Shayla's shock couldn't be contained, causing her to breathe in loudly, causing everyone there to look towards her.
And as they saw her face, shocked beyond disbelief, and as they stared at her, they couldn't help but pity her, "Tsk tsk tsk, she is probably too close to him for her own good."
"Who knows, maybe she might be his next victim next…." One of them whispered, but she heard it all, her hands shivering uncontrollably as she imagined her blood being drunk by Damon as he chopped her up.
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"Can you stop!!!" The reflection shouted as he saw Damon's mouth filled with food.
Damon continued munching on his cupcake as he wiped the cream that was on his mouth, "What do you mean? This is part of the plan." Damon replied before he continued eating his red velvet cake with cranberry jam in his mouth.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
He heard someone knocking on the door, so he quickly chucked the jam-filled cake into his mouth before opening it, not realizing that his mouth was covered with jam, and as he opened it, he saw Shayla, "Do you have what I asked you to bring?" He asked, only for Shayla to shake in fear.
She saw Damon's mouth that was covered in a jam and mistaken it for blood, she wanted to run, but her legs were too weak and wobbly to do that, so she fell to the ground with tears flowing from her eyes, "Please dont kill me…." She whimpered silently.
'Oh shit this is worse than I thought…' Damon misunderstood her fear of what his previous self did to her instead of what she was terrified of.
Damon then squatted as she stared at her tiny face shaking in fear from even looking at him, "Shayla, I am sorry for whatever I have done…." He said, acting remorseful for what his previous self did, he couldn't really bring himself to do it as he didn't do it, but his acting in the world of politics was second to none.
Shayla looked confused, not knowing what Damon was talking about, "I promise that I, Damon Wyne will treat you better, and if there is anything that you need, just ask me." He said before realizing the ham was still in his mouth, wiping it with his handkerchief before walking back to his room and taking the rope and stick that she had dropped while falling to her knees.
"I survived…" She whispered. "Maybe, I am the only one he would allow to stay alive…" She thought while Damon was tying the rope with the string to make his own jump rope, oblivious to what everyone in the entire mansion was talking about.
"See? You asshole. I cant believe you treated a kid like her that badly. Did you see that? She was literally on her knees begging that you dont kill her, you should be ashame of yourself." Damon said as he looked at the reflection, looking down.
"Well, she did looked a bit scared of me, but I didnt know she was that scared, and I did stop treating her badly, but I guess I truly a bad person." He replied before looking at the rope and the stick in Damon's hand. "But what is that for?"
Damon lifted both of the items up and showed them more clearly to the reflection, "This? Since I am somewhat of a fat pig, this should be able to make me a fat pig with good stamina." he said before tying it together and making a jump rope.
"How does that even work?" The reflection replied.
Damon then walked out of the door and out of the mansion, where the butlers and maids tried their best not to look Damon in the eye, fearing that he might kill them and feast on their blood.
Damon then walked to the field where there was no one, "If I did this in the mansion… The whole building would probably fall apart." He said before he started jumping and while skipping the rope, only to stop after thirty seconds when he tried to catch his breath.
He then fell down to his knees, sweating and looking at the sky, "I have so much to do." He complained, looking at the body that he had created.
Phillip stood in front of the bed that Edmund was lying on, covered with countless wraps of magical herbs, and despite its undisputable quality, it was still taking time to heal his butler. "It seems that our little brother has broken him beyond anything he has gone through," Thalia said as she walked behind him, looking at Edmund."He will be fine; he just needs a few more days to recover," Phillip replied, looking at the other maids replacing the herbs that were on his body with new and fresh herbs."Maybe. But his mind will be broken, and it will remain that way." She muttered before walking out of the room.Phillip then looked at Edmund again, shaking his head, still couldn't believe what he had seen yesterday, 'What is that ring?' He thought, realizing that this match against his brother, which he had been so confident about defeating, might be more complicated than he first expected.But even though he knew the risk, it made him much more curious; he wanted to know how powerful
"I know you are expecting me to say yes. But all I feel is he got heavier. And he also knows how to use it to his advantage, but his physical strength has not improved." Edmund responded.Philip shook his head, "If you say so… But I feel that there is definitely something more." He said before Edmund jolted in pain and lay on the bed again.The maids were quick to tend Edmund, helping him put on the bandages and the herbs around where his body was still hurt."You need to rest," Philip said before heading for the door to exit and leaving Edmund to be taken care of more attentively."Sir. Are you sure you want to fight him? How long do we have to do this?" Edmund asked.Philip stopped before gesturing to the maids to level the room, leaving both him and Edmund alone. "We don't have a choice. Thalia, she…" Philip said before stopping as he heard murmurs out of the door. "You know why we have to do this. Let's not talk about it anymore." He continued before walking out.The maids walked
Damon smiled as he maintained eye contact with Philip, "If I wasn't confident in defeating you, I wouldn't have chosen to fight you anyways."Philip looked at Damon shaking his head, "How are you gonna defeat me with the body of yours? You won't be able to land any hits on me."Damon shook his head while maintaining eye contact, causing Philip to feel a bit weak for some reason he didn't know, causing him to look away to break the awkwardness. Upon seeing this, he smiled.Damon was fighting against a skilled fighter that actually fought in fights that could kill him, and he needed everything in his arsenal to survive. And the eye contact was part of the staredown, which most fighters back on earth would do to get into the opponent's head.And as far as he knew, he had defeated Philip mentally, and all he needed to do was beat him physically."Are both of you ready?" The guard in the middle asked.Phillip nodded before Damon shook his head, "Before this fight, I would like to propose a
The darkness enveloped him like a thick, suffocating blanket, smothering all light and hope. All five senses he had when he was alive were gone; he couldn't see, hear, touch, smell, or taste. All he had was his mind. And all he could do was ponder and think about what had happened to him.And even though he had all the time to think about everything he had ever done, only one memory lingered, one that caused his eventual downfall.It all started when he won the Presidential election for the second time. The news reporter's voice filled his mind, "To exceed the father's legacy, President Damon Watts has won the Presidential election again, winning 304 electoral votes and doing what his father could not do."He smiled, turning off the news on his smartphone before opening the car window and waving to his supporters. Armored vehicles filled with secret service agents were put in place to protect him, and his supporters screamed his name even though the sun was brightly shining on them.S
Damon couldn't believe what he saw upon opening his eyes again. Everywhere he looked, everything seemed unfamiliar, foreign even. And to top it off, there was a full set of armor in his room, along with other items that looked too lavish to be called bedroom decor. He had been into many lavish rooms and houses, and this one easily tops it all.As he stood up, Damon realized something strange - his legs and body were completely healed, despite feeling like he had just been through a brutal beating. To confirm his suspicion, he removed his shirt and inspected his body. Much to his surprise, there wasn't even a hint of a bruise or scratch on his skin. Yet despite this, his body still looked pale and skinny, like a twig that had been withered by the harsh winter winds.But the biggest shock came when he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. "Holy mother of Lincoln... That's not even me!" he exclaimed in disbelief. His face looked almost a decade younger than he was, and the facial
A stick holding the weight of a large boulder. This was what Damon was thinking at that time. It was impossible for a woman that slender to stop a punch that heavy. But if his memory served him right, that wasn't just any woman; that was his sister, Thalia Wyne; she was one of the candidates for inheriting the role of patriarch.For all he knew, she might have been the strongest female that he had ever met.Edmund quickly turned from a tiger to a gentle bulldog, immediately retrieving his punch and lowering his head.He even hid his hand, which was shaking uncontrollably as if he had PTSD from a previous encounter he had with her."Thalia… How can I help you…" Phillip, who was acting like the biggest ass known to a man, suddenly turned into a choirboy in front of her while Edmund remained quiet in front, hiding behind his master with his head lowered.Damon knew that she was powerful from the memories that he had of her lingering in his mind, but to be this feared by her own brother?
Damon walked closer to the mirror, staring back at him like a scared kid, "Who are you?" He asked."I'm… Damon Wyne." The reflection replied very slowly, struggling to talk without stuttering."That's impossible." He replied, "I am Damon Wyne. What kind of prank are you lot playing? I won't be tricked.""This is no trick… President Damon Watts." The reflection replied.Damon froze, his eyes widened, staring at the reflection, looking threatened by it. "How do you know that name?" He asked."You know mine because you saw my memory, and I see yours too." The reflection said before disappearing from the mirror.Watt's eyebrow raised before he walked towards the now empty mirror, with his reflection non-existent. He knocked on it and even looked at the back of it, but nothing; he couldn't find any trick behind what he had just witnessed.'It must be my imagination…' Watt continued before he turned to his bed to continue packing his clothes, before he jumped back in fright, shocked at what
"So, is this the Wyneguard mansion?" A girl similar to Damon Wyne's age asked as she exited the carriage and stared at the large building."It's not the main family's one, but it is nearly just as important." Another man said as he walked out of it behind her; he had a beard that was neatly cut and wore an emblem on his clothing, a blue symbol that represented the Magic family of Uldor, which was one of the most powerful families in the continent from their profound magical lineage.The mansion's doors opened wide with maids and butlers walking outside before Philip and Edmund exited, walking towards one of the elders of Uldor, "High Mage, it's a pleasure for you to come here." Philip said as he bowed slightly before walking towards the High Mage Astirix Uldor."Philip Wyne? It's been a long time since we met." Astirix said as he extended his hands toward Damon and shook his hand before the High Mage stopped before looking up at one of the windows feeling as if someone was watching th