Claridge wanted to befriend Damian, and that's why he went there without warning no one.
'No one can befriend the enchanter! I will!'
That was the thought Claridge had in mind. Considering his value, he did not want his enemies to have Damian as their friend.
But for him, Damian? Claridge was just the scapegoat to save his ass.
Damian came out of the dark corner, startling Claridge.
"Damn, Damian. Why were you there?" Claridge said, placing his hand on his heart.
With a smirk, Damian said, "Just waiting for you. This is a secret conversation between us, so I don't want anyone to know about it. That's why everything is dark in here."
"Right, right. Don't worry; I didn't tell anyone about our meeting."
"Wonderful!"
Claridge felt a shiver run down his spine as he stared at Damian, who looked at him with mad eyes. He was starting to dislike going there secretly, but before Claridge could regret it, Damian moved closer to him, grabbing his head!
The same move Emma's servant suffered. It all happened fast; therefore, Claridge could not defend against it. His eyes rolled backward, and he couldn't move.
Damian invaded his mind; this time, the process took much longer than with the servant. A good thing he was inside his closed shop.
First, he had to erase their meeting and then all the memories Claridge had of him. Then, Damian messed up with his mind, making him believe to be a bloodthirsty killer, the same person killing people around Lemoria. The same Emma's servant saw.
It was the best shot Damian had, and after finishing it, Claridge left the shop. Damian made him leave, going outside of the city to make him look more suspicious.
While outside, Damian went to Claridge's house — he knew where it was after reading his mind. The reason to go there was quite simple: frame him.
Claridge's house was in a wealthy neighborhood inside Lemoria. Many guards patrolled that area because the people living there were important.
The good part was that Claridge was linked to illegal stuff, so his house was hidden without that many guards patrolling it. He bribed them not to.
A few servants were working inside Claridge's mansion who weren't butlers or maids but warriors capable of fighting against anyone who tried to trespass there.
Damian got all of that information after reading Claridge's mind. The servants inside the house weren't that strong, at least not when compared to someone like him.
He easily avoided all of them, traversing inside the mansion without making a sound. After a while, he stopped right before Claridge's chambers, his bedroom.
Damian wanted to put some strange items inside that could only belong to a killer. He placed some bloodied clothes and made a fake book using his slime ring, a book containing obscure rituals.
Another good thing would be hiding a body inside his room, like a servant's.
'There's a hidden panel inside his closet. That's the perfect place to hide a corpse!'
Plenty of servants worked under Claridge; unfortunately, one had to die. Damian picked one randomly, a middle-aged man. He knocked the man and brought him to Claridge's secret chambers.
Damian made the blood ritual and a knife.
"I'll cut you into pieces now, hehe," Damian said, looking sinister.
The first target was the man's throat, bleeding him to death. After that, Damian cut his body into pieces, ensuring to make it bloody.
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'Not bad, considering this servant was weak. Now let's leave this place.'
Damian left the city, going toward his headquarters. It was late at night, and the darkness made it better for him to travel without being noticed.
The temple looked the same as always — the trash from the party the other day was no longer there. It was silent, though. Everyone was already sleeping, so Damian made as little noise as possible when arriving.
It worked well, except for Serana, who was a vampire. She saw him when he arrived and whispered, "Damian."
Damian had incredible senses and wasn't easily scared, so he wasn't spooked at all, "Serana, why are you awake so late?"
Serana did not answer. She only grabbed him by the collar, and they both went to her room. Damian felt the whole situation was odd, but it was evident that she wanted to have sex.
'I will give what she wants.'
After Serana opened the doors to her bedroom and Damian looked at its insides, he saw Shareva, the succubus, wearing a sexy outfit that only covered her nipples.
Half of her pussy was out, and Damian had to look at it.
"What's this?" he said.
Shareva and Serana chuckled, putting him on the bed.
"You are working so hard lately that you need a relaxing time."
They stripped him naked, and in no time, both girls were taking care of his cock! Shareva rubbed her massive boobs. It was soft, and Damian enjoyed every second of it.
Serana did not want to stay behind, no. She used her boobs and mouth to suck Damian's cock.
"Ahhh. You two are naughty girls," Damian said.
Both of them smirked, "You aren't leaving this bedroom tonight. Remember, we both cannot get pregnant!
That was the end for him. The girls tied up Damian on the bed — not that he couldn't leave, he just did not want to — and started riding on his cock.
Shareva took out her sexy outfit. She went above Damian's cock, using her hand to grab it and put it inside. Her pussy was tight, and the feeling of a warm and humid place simultaneously was mind-blowing.
That was not the end of it. Serana moved toward Damian's head, shoving her pussy into his face. "Suck it, babe," she said.
Damian tried his best to keep his focus, not to fall for the pleasing feeling on his dick. He had to keep moving and keep his tongue working.
"Ahhh!"
Both girls moaned. It was not loud because they were scared to wake the others, but the silent moan, almost like a whisper, was even better!
'A melody to my ears," Damian thought.
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