"Protego." Damian had defended himself just as casually as Goldwasser had attacked. The unspeakable thought they were past such formalities after he tried to scorch the flesh from the vampire's bones.
"You forget who your enemy is, Ronan. I would almost think that you are trying to protect him." He spat back at the auror. Damian studied ancient druidic tomes to find the right sunlight spell. Lost for generations because it couldn't be used for gardening, but the unspeakable had other intentions for the concentrated rays of the sun.
Unperturbed with another Batman reference, Damian took full view of the monster that haunted his dreams. "Goldwasser. I imagined you taller." There was no escape for anyone, and he would have it no other way. The rapid beats of their hearts playing the opening notes of the Danse Macarbe. "Shall we fight as wizards, or monsters?" He held his wand out, ready to drop it if Bain wanted to do the same.
Goldwasser's affliction did not make him a monster Hate made monsters of good men. Damian was a kind, noble soul. But faced with he who caused so much suffering to the people he cared about, his heart grew cold and savage. They both had a thirst for blood. Their only difference was that only one of them had fangs.
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