Wine & Ropes

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.