Belle Adams' Butler

Chapter 418 - Lost Things- Part 1

When Belle uttered the single curse spell loud enough before the forbidden magic she had used to lay out on the ground that had been stretching through the land through leaps and bounds, Winston had not realised that the person who was carrying the book of the dead was no ordinary reaper.

Winston looked terrifyingly angry because no matter how much he tried to step out of the circle that was below him, where light emitted out, he couldn't get out. Belle started to cough again, more blood spewing out of her mouth because of the corruption that was affecting the other parts of her body. She tried to cover her mouth, but the blood came out of her mouth unattractively. At least there was easy blood, thought Belle to herself.

She looked around her to see the clouds in the sky had started to scatter away and so did the thunder along with the lightning. The ground was wet but it didn't erase the marking seals that she had laid out for the reapers, the mighouls, the Grims and the Hawvert who stood in front of her now.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Winston demanded, rage filling up in his eyes.

Belle could feel pain erupting through her body but she couldn't stop the smile that spread on her lips, "I laid out a sealing to keep you locked in the cage. If you are to kill me, or if anyone else, you will forever continue to stay in there."

She stood up by pushing herself and going to where Lucas was. Placing both her hands on the ground, she removed the markings that had been created beneath him.

"You need to go back to the reaper form," urged Lucas who was proud of her. She was the only one who could keep the Hawvert and the other creatures at bay. Belle was the key to unlock the information.

Belle shook her head, "I can't," and she saw Lucas frown at her words, "The blood that is used to seal them is the blood of a white witch who is alive. If I turn to a reaper form, it will create a void and the seal will be useless." She wished she could but she couldn't, not when Winston was ready to turn them to dust.

Lucas stared back at Belle before looking at the number of mighouls and Winston who were standing inside the circle that was drawn by Belle's forbidden spell. Lucas had written the book of Vervus years ago which was why he didn't remember what was written in the spell book. He caught hold of Belle when she started coughing, her body wrecking and bringing more blood out of her mouth.

There was a spell to bring back a person but Belle dying here was not something usual. A moral never came to the land of the dead and then die. They died in the land of the living. Those were the rules of the dead.

While he tried to calm Belle down whose eyes were turning black, he heard the sound of footsteps coming from the other side of the building. The footsteps were sharp because of the water that had poured down from the sky. In time, a man appeared to come and stand next in front of him. It was Crane. His hair was combed back as usual, in his mortal form where he wore a suit right now. His eyes were bleak that held no emotion, lazily looking at the Grim he had created and then the girl in Lucas' arms.

"She's in her mortal form," murmured Crane, noticing how the blood that she was spewing out of her mouth that had trickled down on her dress was bloody red in color.

"Crane!" came another voice from behind which was from Winston, "Kill that girl! She's the reason for all this chaos that's taking place," said Winston.

Crane, who heard the Hawvert speak, turned to look in his direction and Crane then turned back to see the girl, who was still a mortal.

"How is she alive?" questioned Crane to Lucas. It was because he had clearly seen the girl's soul leave the body to return to the land of the dead. It was a direct, painless death. Yet, here she was, alive and breathing just like a mortal, "Did she cheat death?"

"She didn't," replied Lucas before asking his creator, "There's a girl that you need to meet."

Crane had a bored look on his face, "If it is the time keeper, I have found her. Do you think your punishments will be overseen...Guilt," the Hawvert looked as if he was not pleased with Lucas, nor was he pleased to see the girl who was still a mortal, but she was dying. Her life was turning frail.

Lucas knew his creator, Crane. Unlike the other two Hawverts, Crane was someone who lacked any emotions. The highest standing in the land of the dead, the powerful out of the three Hawverts, Lucas finally understood why the man was like this. It was because his memory had not returned but how could one bring back a person's memory, when the person had not tried to reach out for it and had been left in the dark.

"If you listen to me, I can explain," said Lucas in a calm voice.

Crane continued to stare at Belle who was coughing, "She is going to die. Will you explain or help her save her life?" questioned the Hawvert.

The creator and the Grim reaper stared at each other, their eyes unblinking before Lucas replied, "If you have the time keeper, I think I can explain." Even if Belle did die right now, Lucas would still be able to stop her corruption by going back in time to fix it.

A faint smile appeared on Crane but that didn't mean he was pleased with the Grim's he had created, "I have been very disappointed," said Crane.

Lucas bowed his head, "I am aware, but I didn't do it out of purpose-"

"You hid this girl somewhere while turning me to a fool, Guilt," Crane interrupted Lucas' words.

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