Edmund knocked on the door, "Young Master Damon, Phillip has given me a message to give to you." He said.
Damon replied as fast as he could, "Sure, just hold on!" He replied while taking the bottle of wine and rope that he had hidden under his blanket and placing it behind the door before opening it.
As Damon looked at Edmund's face, it was clear that he wasn't here to talk, "Your brother has been very disappointed with your actions today, and so is your sister. He has sent me, to correct your behavior." He told before cracking his knuckles.
"And does that correcting include beating me up?" Damon asked, even though he knew the answer.
"Perhaps," Edmund replied, causing Damon to smile and reach out for the wine bottle that was behind the door.
Edmund looked at Damon, wondering what he was reaching for, before he felt his face crash with a glass bottle of wine pouring on his face, "Ahhh!" He shouted; he could feel the shattered glass piercing his skin, causing blood to trickle down his face.
"You bastard! I'll kill you!" He screamed as he tried to reach for Damon, with his vision blurred by the wine and blood that was in the way.
Damon ducked while taking the rope and tying Edmund's legs as fast as he could with the best knot he learned from boy scout, causing the butler to fall off his back, trying to get up with the two hands that he had. "Untie me now! Philip would not want you to do this!" He shouted, holding onto the gold-plated railings that were near the staircase.
"No, he wouldnt… But thats why I'm doing it." Damon said before he pulled Edmund away from the railings, forcing him to slam his face on the ground, bloodying his nose.
Damon then took the end of the rope and tied it to the railings, "I remember everything, everything that you have done to me… And everything that he did. He will get the same treatment… I swear." He muttered before trying to carry Edmund.
Alas, the butler grabbed Damon when he was close enough, "I got you now, you little shit!" he yelled while squeezing the life out of the chubby teenager.
Damon raised his heavy leg with all the might that he had; his face started getting blue from Edmund's cobra-like hold, "Bah!" He shouted before stepping on Edmund's foot, breaking it completely to shreds.
"Ahhh!!!" Edmund shouted with tears flowing from his eyes from the immense pain from his smashed toes, letting go of Damon automatically.
Damon quickly ran for his life, looking back to see if Edmund was catching up, only to see the strong bear-like butler hop like a rabbit with a smashed tho and a brutally bloodied up face. "I'll kill you! I don't care anymore!" He shouted before he reached the end of where the rope that was tied to the rail and his legs allowed him to go, causing him to fall again before he quickly stopped his face from falling flat by using his hands. "I'll get you…" He continued before he tried pushing himself back up.
Pah! Damon stomped on Edmund's head with all of his weight and might. His weight alone was enough to force Edmund's face to slam the ground hard enough to break his skull.
Edmund tried rolling away to safety only to be met with both of Damon's soles slammed on his face, its weight causing the bone near his nose to struck to his brain, causing his eyes to roll up.
Damon didn't pay any attention to it, though, he knew that the people in this world were stronger, and magic, brain damage, and coma were things that only existed in his world. And instead, he carried the unconscious butler and threw him off the railings, causing Edmund to hang down from the first floor upside down. "Serves you right you son of a whore." Damon said as he wiped off his face, realizing that Edmund's blood had also met its way to his face.
As he wiped his face, he slowly stumbled back to his room; Edmund's hold had probably broken a few ribs.
Phillip stood seeing his butler being brutally beaten and treated, hanging from the second-floor railing, "Holy Goddess of Dayja…." He whispered while everyone else was struck by what they had just seen.
Thalia tried hiding her expression, but everyone who looked at her knew that her eyes were open wide; she had never thought that Damon would be capable of anything that he did today. It was simply impossible.
Meanwhile, the High Mage was wondering what the ring was, 'It's a mind-possessing ring…' Astirix thought; he knew that it was simply unthinkable for someone to change this much, to turn from a kind and desperate kid to a cold and heartless person was just too much.
Xandra, however, was shaking from the fear of ending up like Edmund; she has hurt Damon a lot; what would stop Damon from doing the same thing to her? "Can we go now?" She asked Astirix, her voice shaking as she saw the blood dripping from the body and to the ground that she was standing on.
"No, we can't do that. I need to find out whatever this is…." The High Mage replied.
Meanwhile, Damon was sitting in his room, cleaning himself up, not realizing that what he had done had been seen by everyone that he had made enemies, and he wasn't even considering it a possibility.
"See?" Damon asked the reflection. "I might not be as skilled as anyone here… But I sure know how to survive."
Wyne shook his head as he looked at the former president, "You just beat him up like he was nothing… without using any martial arts…."
Watts nodded, "Yeah… Would have been easier if I had used a gun though…." He continued before taking out the herbs and covering his body with them.
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 o
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