Belle Adams' Butler

Lucas continued to look at the parchments that he had stolen from the high tower that contained classified information that was not supposed to leave the tower, worse, not to be taken out to the land of the living. The Hawverts already knew about the missing parchments and books, and also about the missing Grim who was tied earlier to only escape right under the nose and presence of the Hawverts. 

The parchments contained information regarding the names of the people who were going to die and the people who were dead. Lucas continued to read and remembered there were people who were taking turns in having the book. It was early in the morning, the snow had stopped, the sun behind the clouds bringing light to the atmosphere. With one snap of his fingers, Lucas disappeared from the land of Bonelake to head towards South, Mythweald. 

If he wasn't wrong, the black witches were collecting the white witches right now. Trying to turn them to their side so that their powers could be used during the time when they would be trying to unbind the black magic.

Years ago, a war had broken between the different creatures. The black witches were notorious to the point that the reapers had to work over time. The vampires being the smarter ones than the rest, took sides with the white witches and the humans, pushing the black witches to the corner as they were also trying to surpass the night creatures. Once the black witches were driven into the shadows, next the white witches and the humans were controlled by the power of the vampires. 

With his cloak pulled over his head and in the robes of a reaper, Lucas continued to walk in the quiet village. Passing through, he finally came to find the spilt magic that was excessively done. A mortal would not be able to see the difference in the land but a death reaper who belonged to the dead, saw it all. 

The black witches had made sure to restrict the movements of the white witches. Coming to stand in front of the ruined church. Lucas made his way there with the ends of his robes sweeping through the ground. 

"Do you think she's going to get everyone here? Someone is going to notice with the number of people who camp in here," said a woman who wore a black dress and had a broom in her hand. If there was one thing that fascinated Lucas, it was the invention of the broomsticks. It was truly a wonderful thing in his eyes while the rest was nothing but disaster. 

"I heard most of the white witches in here are turning down the offer. It is why we're having free lands because of the no spilt magic and the count of white witches are increasing," said another woman who was seated on the stairs. 

The place where Lucas had entered, it was a church that was broken and torn down in time, abandoned and of no use for regular people. 

"Did you hear what happened two days ago? There has been a small rumour that Sabbi went to meet her lover," said a man who was holding a cigar in his hand. 

"Lover? I think you are wrong here. Sabbi never had a lover," snickered a woman, "She has always been alone. Probably with the little girl but no one else. We all see her leave from here and then return back alone. What was the lover doing?"

"She killed him because he refused to join forces with her," the man tched, taking a long puff from the cigar and then blowing the smoke in the air. 

Lucas wondered if that was the black witch's name who was trying to unbind the black magic but he could already tell that it was going to fail. As much as Winston wanted the black witches to succeed in here, Lucas was not going to allow it. 

"What do you think she gave Laurae to cook?" laughed another who stood up and the black witch laughed. A human who was sitting in the corner stared at the witches, who was holding a gun and turning it around. 

"It is not a normal book," stated the human. This got the attention of others in the room including Lucas who walked towards the human. Being in his reaper form, nobody could see him or know that he was eavesdropping right now. 

"Looks like the human knows something," mocked the witch. It was a strange combination, thought Lucas to himself. Black witches and humans working together. 

The human was a woman who rolled her eyes, "The book is an important piece of witchcraft. Funny how you don't know something that belongs to your own ancestors. There were many other books but Mistress wasn't able to get hold of it. She said it didn't matter because the only book she is interested in is the book of Garlic."

There was his answer, thought Lucas to himself. So whoever this Sabbi was, had the book which had been passed it to another person named Laurae. 

He pulled out the parchments, checking the deaths in the land and the area when he overheard the witch say, "What kind of book is that? I only saw the outer cover. And if it's that important, why hand it to the low life witch as Laurae?"

The human turned around her gun to place it behind her back. She said, "Because Laurae has people who can translate what is in there. What you read is not what is written in there. They have spells in it." 

"Let's hope Laurae get's the answers quickly," said the man who was smoking. He placed the cigar at the edge of the stair he was sitting on, "I was sure she was going to run away, especially knowing she is on her way to Bonelake." Looked like Lucas found out who was carrying the book of Garlic and she was on her way to Bonelake.

When the man went to take the cigar back from the place where he had placed for a few seconds noticed it had gone missing, 

"Eh? Where did my cigar go?" 

Lucas walked away from the ruined church where the witches, humans were present. His body changed to his mortal form, he raised his hand to take a smoke from the burning cigar that he had borrowed from the witch back in there. It had been a while since he had got to smoke and feel the taste of the cigar on his tongue. 

Just when the cigar was about to end, Lucas dropped it and disappeared from there. Searching for the witch named Laurae.

It didn't take long to find her because of the number of dead bodies she left behind on her way to the land of Bonelake. 

In the shadows, Lucas watched the woman who looked similar to the second star. Being a Grim reaper, he was able to identify the subtle traits which were missed by the mortals. He wondered if it was because he had lived for such a long time, working as the Grim reaper by collecting bodies one after another. 

The woman whom he believed to be Laurae used the knife to push it into the priest's stomach before pulling it out. When she made her way into an inn in the next town, Lucas followed her. Turning back into his reaper form, he waited for sometime before heading up the stairs. 

He heard the sound of water and stepped inside the room of the inn where Laurae was now taking a bath. With her clothes being placed on the bed and the wooden stand that compartmentalized the room, he stepped forward. Giving a look where the black witch was, Lucas searched the room looking for the book that she had hidden in here. 

He went to the bed and pulled up the mattress to find the book that was nothing less valuable than gold in the land of the dead. 

Bending down, he picked up the book with his boney hands. The front of the book read 'Garlic, and when he moved his hands across the title, the title read 'Vervus'. Looking over his shoulder, he finally disappeared along with the book in thin air with a knock on the window that touched the bottom window pane. 

Lucas didn't care what was going to happen to the black witch because with the way he witnessed, it looked like she deserved more than trouble her way. 

Back in the land of the dead, in the forest that grew next to the river of dead, Belle looked at the timekeeper reaper who looked perfectly fine unlike what Barron had described. 

"Whom are you calling fat?!" asked the reaper, "Where are you?!" demanded the reaper who only saw Belle and not Barron who was small. 

"I am not Barron," Belle made sure not to get involved in something she had not started, "But it is good to meet you."

"Where is Barron?" asked the timekeeper before looking down at the stuffed rabbit.

"I am right here!" Barron used his flabby hand to smack his face. 

The reaper looked at Barron before starting to laugh, "Y-you are B-Barron?" the reaper continued to laugh some more, "Talking about my appearance, you should take a look at yourself in the river."

Barron waited for the reaper to stop laughing and heard her ask, "What are you doing here? The last time I heard you had a bounty on your head. What did you do?"

"The Hawverts are angry that I sent you on a vacation. I need you to return back to work," Barron said firmly, to make her agree and heard her say,

"No."