Revenge Deal With The Devil-Chapter 62: HOW DID YOU FIND HER?

"What about the things that went missing, it’s definitely Damon’s doing, I am sure that there is no one that can be as petty as him." Silva said as he removed his hand that massaged his forehead and rested it on the chair arm.

"You are over reacting, probably he already knew that Ophelia is dead and came to carry it for some reason." Duane stated without any worry, but for Silva, he was filled with worry.

"You are saying this because you don’t know Damon like I do, he got something up his sleeves trust me." After several years of rivalry, Silva knew Damon like the back of his hands and what he did today was definitely out of jealousy and nothing else.

It was Damon’s modus operandi, if you are a man and Ophelia touched or beat for anything done to her by the person.

Damon would make sure to come back for round two and will be sure to cut off the part Ophelia touched or the man used to touch her.

Those days when they were together, no man in the whole underworld ever dared to take two steps close to Ophelia because it could result to a heavy punishment meted out not only to them but to their families also.

Although Ophelia herself wasn’t too nice with women that got closer to Damon but she tried to hide her own and only when the woman crosses the line would she react.

"Silva has a point there though." The robed man said stroking his chin under the cap, "Damon might be indeed have a plan up his sleeves, we should either act before he does so or we wait for him to act but also make sure to have many back up plans as possible to prevent a mishap or situations that we would not be able to come out from." The robed man added after giving it much thoughts.

"You only talk, show us your sincerity and show us your face, I’m curious to see the person who would do meticulously plot against Damon like this." Duane requested tilting his head turning sideways to look at the robed man, Silva was silent he too was alo curious too see the face behind all this, he lifted up his head and stared at the robed man expecting his reveal.

"You know Damon can penetrate into whosoever mind he wants to, revealing my identity would be costing us a lot." The robed man explained calmly as he took one of the tea cups that has been sitting on the glass table deserted since they got there, under the curious gazes of Silva and Duane the man sipped the tea calmly.

He had gone too far now to risk it all just because of curiosity, his plan must follow through till the last step and he would make sure it did, any means possible.

Seeing the robed man just sitting there sipping his tea, Duane tsked lightly turning to face front sitting down properly on the leather chair.

Silva just sighed within him, he still could not believe there was a probability that Ophelia was dead once again.

"Since it seems we are done here gentlemen, we can get going now." The robed man said before disintegrating not waiting for a response from either Silva or Duane.

Duane stood up dusting trousers standing up straight, "Do you mind taking me back home with a spell?" Duane asked Silva as he packed plenty sweets in his arms looking at Silva with expentant eyes.

Silva nodded slightly and chanted some things and not too long Duane disappeared, arriving at his castle back in the underworld.

Duane walked briskly through the hallway not wanting his subordinates to see him with so much sweets as it might tarnish his image.

But when he reached a certain painting in the hallways he abruptly stopped and stared at it for a while then a question flashed through his mind.

If Damon had not killed those family then, would they have been good brothers like he was to Leviton and Max, would they all have been a good family?

Duane immediately shook his head after such thoughts, why would he thinks such a thing, even before the incident they were distant so it would definitely not work out, this was how things were destined to go and this was how they were destined to be.

Duane hurried to his room after hearing voices from behind him chatting, in the process of rushing he knocked down one of the candle stands that was arranged on each sides of the hallway.

Getting to his room entrance, Duane looked left and right making sure that the coast was clear before entering and shutting the door and making sure to lock it properly.

"You seem very good with sneaking around." Duane heard a cold voice that made him jolt and throw all his sweets to the ground, he turned to see Damon laying on his bed with his head rested on the headboard and his arm underneath his head to support it.

His legs were crossed as moved them left and right swinging it about.

Seeing it was Damon, Daune tensed back finally loosened, "What are you doing here?" Duane asked coldly, he could be as playful and carefree with anyone but not with Damon, not after what he did, he did not deserve to be forgiven for ruining his brother’s happiness even if they were not pure brothers.

"Well, I had this question that kept popping up in my mind and of course I had to ask someone about it but no one else would know the answer to this particular question apart from you." Damon said a voice that sounded stressed making it seem as if that he indeed had gone to search for answer every where.

"Do I look like an encyclopedia to you?" Duane snorted not warming up to Damon at all.

"Of course no, how could I say that?" Damon said dramatically, pausing as he stood up from the bed walking closer to Duane who stood in the direction of the door but soon stopped and leaned on the table picking a book and turning it about, "I was just wondering that after so many years of searching for Ophelia, how did you manage to find her?" Damon finally dropped the bombshell still looking at the book like it had something that interested him in it there.