Chapter 429 - The Silver Chalice Ⅱ (2/2)

Mulciber Sr. grinds his teeth in anger recalling the request, before grimacing in reply, ”The fool requested that I permit that squib to return, if not visit.”

”What?!” Damian sputtered in shock unable to believe the sheer stupidity and audacity of that wench. ”You can't possibly be considering such a thing, father!”

Mulciber Sr. roars, ”Of course not!” Before turning away to stare at the flames. ”However, with the new Ministry laws in place some of the old families are recalling their younger children back into the fold. The squib, Peregrine can still be of some use to us.”

Damian's lips curl into a scowl as he recalls the squib creature that was his elder brother. He'd not seen the squib since he was five years old. The squib was five years older than him, before being mercifully thrown away. Yet that wench had interfered with his father's plans and scurried the miserable squib to safety!

Father had beaten the wench nearly an inch to death, but the wench had never broken and told him where she had sent the miserable squib to. Not until the squib had safely reached the age of eleven did his father lean that the wench had sent him to her childless cousins, who had happily accepted the magicless creature! Father is unable to safely rid himself of the squib. He was left with no other choice, but to finance a muggle education for the creature until it reached the age of majority!

”Not to worry, son,” Mulciber Sr. said as he turned to face him. ”I will only permit the squib creature to visit your mother, but I shall not acknowledge him beyond that. And besides, the squib is soft like his pathetic mother and will surely fulfill any request that I or you might make of him.”

”Excellent,” Damian said with a gleam of satisfaction. ”Make sure that he enters and leaves the manor using the servant's entrance. We wouldn't want anyone to be getting any ideas.”

Mulciber Sr. chuckles in delight at the very idea as Damian waltz's off lost in thought. The squib possessed no threat to his inheritance much less to himself. Still, he would make sure to make that clear to the squib.

Readying himself for bed, Damian can't help but gleefully chuckle at recalling the scene in his father's study. His mind then jumps to Evans Avery, who at his wedding had so purposely ignored him as if ashamed as of his actions. As if the bastard was truly better than him!

Reaching under his bed, Damian slides out a thin box and removes a thick black candle made from the fat of human bodies, a Babylon Candle. A candle said to make any curse possible and grant the darkest of wishes within reason. Tragically, the effects of the candle only worked for a day, but that was more than enough time for him. And besides, he had been saving it up for just such a special occasion.

With a vicious sadistic grin on his face, Damian begins to chant,

”Wrath, Pride, Lust, Envy, Sloth, Greed, Gluttony,

That which is forged in hatred and darkness, I ask,

Let thy powers grow, and come,

Fulfill my deepest of desires,

Go forth lurking darkness,

And let my rage bear fruition.

Ire!”

The thick black Babylon Candle bursts into flames all on its own, before turning into sweeping darkness and rushing away. It would fulfill its task by midnight of the next day. One way or another, but only just one.