Introspection

**Rough draft**

As the evening rays shone on the Raleigh village, a crowd gathered in the village square. They looked at the commotion with interest.

Damian looked at the three people kneeling before him with silent, cold eyes.

Jacob, Tim’s father, lowered his head with fear on his face. Tim glared at Damian, his face pale and his body immobilized by Jack. He had bloody wounds all over his face and body, a testament of the one side beating from Damian.

Damian turned his gaze to look at Tim’s mother, Carla. She was a black woman, sexy to boot. Her breasts were large around the same size as Brenda. Her outfit had a deep neckline showing an irresistible cleavage. Her body was curvy and looked so delicious. No wonder Eric used to fuck her a lot before he met Isabella.

Allure wise, Isabella was undoubtedly on the top. Second to her was Brenda, but considering her being an apprentice mage as well as wife of Jack, no one dared to look at her with a lustful gaze. On the third was this milf, Carla.

Sensing his gaze all over her body, Carla was stiff. Then Damian looked at the crowd of people. Most of them had an amused expression except the expressionless Jack and a frowning Brenda.

Damian played with zen contract orb as he muttered, “What should I do with you now?”

The orb only recorded when the contract had been set. Before Jack and Isabella’s contract was already present. They were planning to alter it a little and add more men in it. But before that Isabella was attacked by Tim. It was all recorded by the orb and now was a proof of Tim’s crime.

Now the thing was that though Tim was eighteen years old, he hadn’t done the paperwork for it and wasn’t recognized as an adult by the citadel. So now his crime became the whole family’s crime. Everyone in the family would be given punishment.

The deal he made with Jack was that he’d help him immobilize Tim and protect him from anyone else who tried to take the orb. Isabella was also being protected by a trusted female mage.

Damian planned a punishment for Tim. He’d first get all the family’s money and then earn by selling his mother’s body to the whole village—Carla would be the center attention of a deranged village gangbang.

Carla would consensually accept this and a zen contract orb would be used. People feared the legal punishments of citadel that much.

Based on his memories of the past month as well as information by Jack, he knew that what Tim hated the most was humiliation. And then he’d see his own mother becoming a cumdump of the village.

After that he planned to let the mother son have a heart to heart talk in private. What would a mother say to her son who was the reason for her becoming a public whore? It would be interesting to say the least.

Of course, Damian would let his father talk to his dear son too. Based on what they would talk about, Damian would stop his **** or intensify it.

Damian would most probably let Jack destroy Tim’s mana pool. But this required precision and was considered pretty difficult to do. Better was to let Jack do the paperwork. After that the proof of Tim's crime would be given the government and the citadel would take care of him.Carla and Jacob were mortals and after this Damian and Isabella would leave the village for good.

Damian combed his red bangs back with his hand and sighed. But this was too immoral and fucked up.

After beating the immobilized Tim, Damian angered had calmed down a little and he was thinking more clearly now.

Yes, he had a shitty past and was broken. But after meeting grandma Sally, his life improved. He got to understand the feeling of love, got to learn the bright things of life. She accepted his detached, antisocial personality and gave him meaning in life.

Grandma Sally had taught him that one should never go **** even if the person did something unfair to him. And what Damian thought was bad, really bad.

Of course, Tim would be punished. But why involve his family? And did he really want to fall as low as Tim for the sake of so-called ‘****’? If Isabella were dead, he could do it but now that she was alive, it should be her decision on the severity of the punishment.

Damian gazed at Carla again and finally came to a decision.

“Alright,” he said, his voice clear and loud. “Let’s do this.”