Belle Adams' Butler

The black witch looked left and right to see the man gone. She had heard his footsteps following her. Where did he go? She looked at the passage like a corridor they had walked through.

"Searching for me?"

Lucas sat on the chair with his legs crossed, looking at the knife he had picked up that belonged to the black witch, "Is this yours?"

The witch stared at the man, "Where did you get that from?" and she saw him tap the table, "You aren't a human," the black witch glared with her slit eyes brightening in the darkroom where the flame in the lantern flickered.

Lucas didn't bother to answer the woman and instead asked a question of his own, "What are you doing here? Don't you think you are trying to aim too high by turning to a librarian?" he was playing with the knife with both his hands without looking at her.

"Why does it matter to you?" the black witch sniffed the air and said, "You are a human but at the same time you aren't. You don't smell like a vampire."

He dropped the knife on the table, "If you aren't dead I am taking that the magistrate is involved with you and if he is, you both are involved in something more than that."

"Aren't you smart? I am guessing it is the girl who told you about it. How foolish of you to come here alone. Did you think you could win against a black witch single-handedly?" the black witch cackled with her laugh that echoed through the empty house, "The girl is going to die anyway."

And Lucas realized something. When it came to the other two ladies of the fated stars, the witches didn't know who the actual stars were but Belle was in trouble because she must have given her name during the report which was the usual procedure, "I guess I don't have time to play with an insect-like you," Lucas looked at the woman who narrowed her eyes at him.

The black witch pulled another knife and went for the man but before the tip of the knife could touch him, she staggered forward to find just the chair with him not in it. Before the witch could look for him, Lucas had appeared from behind to stab the witch's neck and he ran it around in such quick movement that the witch had stopped moving and in seconds her neck started to bleed. He placed his hand on the witches' back, where blue and white electric sparks appeared from the surface of his palm to electrocute her and she turned to dust.

He then went to meet the magistrate. Just when he was about to reach the magistrate's office, Lucas noticed the man speaking to a woman who smiled at him. They spoke to each other before the man went back inside and the woman went on her way, walking down the streets who was undoubtedly a witch. Catching up with the woman all he had to do was sprinkle the powder on the woman for the witch to bring out her true form. A form that was far too heinous with skin like scales and a horn that was on her head.

He killed her in the quieter side of the alley and went to the magistrate's office to lock the door when the man had his back turned reading a file in his hand.

The man turned around and gasped when he found Lucas standing in front of him, "You surprised me. What do you want?" asked the magistrate.

"I," Lucas gave a sullen look as he looked at the wall, "I found a person who has sinned today, Sir. The promise of the word was not fulfilled. What do you think I should do?"

The magistrate looked at the young man who looked as if he were lost, "I think you have come to the wrong place. The church is not too far if you want to confess-"

"How about yourself?" Lucas pulled out the gun to point against the magistrate. As much as he enjoyed digging people up, some crimes had to come exposed else the council would slack and not do their job.

The magistrate pulled out his own gun from below his desk and asked, "What are you doing?" the magistrate was a whimsy human who was clearly obeying the black witches.

"Waiting for you to confess," Lucas answered, his eyes looked calmly at the magistrate, "Did you or did you not forget to catch a certain black witch unless she turned out to be your beloved woman."

"Lower the gun down or I will pull the trigger," the magistrate threatened the man who didn't bat an eyelash.

"As much as I look patient, I am not a patient man, Sir. Who else did you tell about the girl?"

"Which girl? I don't know what you are even tal-AH!" the sound of the gunshot resonated in the room. Lucas had shot the man's shoulder.

"Pardon me. I didn't quite catch that," Lucas spoke to the man politely. If he wasn't wrong, this was the same man Isabell had spoken about.

"Just two of the black witches!" the magistrate had fallen down on the floor due to the intense pain he felt shooting up his shoulder. The magistrate upon seeing that the man hadn't put his gun down, said, "I told you what I wanted."

Lucas stared at the man, "I hope you understand you have sinned and have not confessed in time. The sinned soul needs to be bathed in the pits of fire," saying this Lucas pulled the trigger again to shoot the man at the center of his head who fell cold on the floor.

By the time the other people around who had heard the gunshot ran into the magistrate's office to see the man to be lying dead there with no one in sight as they never saw anyone get out the office.

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