Belle Adams' Butler

The candles in the church burned that were lit as a woman continued to light the rest of the candles one after another. Turning to look outside the long windows, Isabell noticed how the sky had turned darker compared to the time of the morning. It looked like it was going to rain again. A land that never stopped raining over and over again.

When she turned around she noticed someone standing in the corner of her eyes. Turning her head, she noticed it was Lucas.

"What happened?" she asked, noticing the blood that was splattered over his face and his clothes that were soaked in red color.

"Do you have some change of clothes in your church that I could use?" Lucas asked to see her nod.

"There are some of Father Conner. You will find it in the second room to the right," she informed him and saw him leave the spot. Once he came after changing his clothes and washing his face to avoid any possible questions once he would return to the mansion, Lucas came back to the front of the church, "Are you going to tell who you killed?" Isabell asked with her hands that were crossed across her chest.

"Witches and the corrupt magistrate," Lucas replied to her, taking a seat on the first bench he didn't appear to be in a talkative mood. The man barely spoke and he seemed uninterested to talk about it as if he was thinking about something.

"Why?" Isabell took the liberty to question him.

Lucas who was looking at the statue in the front of an angel with wings turned his gaze to look at the white witch, "Aren't corrupt people supposed to die? They found out about her."

The woman frowned, "Belle?" and he nodded his head, "How?"

"The curious rabbit went to the library," Isabell noted how the reaper referred to the young girl as a rabbit. For a reaper to give a name like that, she realized the kill was for her sake, "The witch there had something written on the wall which Belle read but I found nothing there."

"I thought you were not supposed to take part in any activities with the creatures of the living. Didn't you tell, it will alter everyone's fate when we do something like this?"

Isabell had not let anyone know about her existence not just because she would be hunted and burned to death again but because she had learned some of the laws which came from the land of the dead. To almost everyone, she was a dead person, and that included her very blood.

Taken that reapers didn't hold emotions like the land of the living, they were condemned to the highest punishment. A lot of reapers who knew most of the truth never took part in the people's lives, because if the law knew about it, the reaper would seize to exist not just in life but in every person's memory as if they were never there.

She could tell that Lucas was weighing things on his mind but the man didn't look regretful about it, "I know I spoke to you about the star alignment but let the events play and take its course. You went underground for more than a decade ago but it wouldn't sit well if they find out killing-"

"I have killed people more than I have today, Isa," Lucas cut in and she smiled.

"I wouldn't expect anything else," answered the woman, taking a few steps, she took a seat on the same bench with him. She stared at the space in front of him, "Did you see the signs?"

Lucas knew that she was asking about the signs of death in the household, "Four of them so far including her mother. She will soon see it. Belle's ability is only emerging and she must have already figured out what she has been seeing the possible death of a person."

Even though he had killed the people who knew about Belle's existence and how she was one of the fate drivers out of the three alignments of stars, sadly the witches would still come to know about it.

Isabell's eyes turned mellow. To think that a girl of such a young age would have to see the massacre and they wouldn't be able to do anything. She knew Belle would survive and some of the people in the mansion she lived in would come to die. Her mother would die and people like her and Lucas wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

It was because if they tried to meddle in trying to stop the witches in hurting her mother, there was a possibility that something would flip and the death spot would be replaced by Belle herself.

She felt bad for the girl but there was nothing they could do. Isabell was aware that Lucas would take care to keep the girl safe, after all, he was the one who had tried to mold the little one since the time he had got to work in the Adams' mansion.

"I hope the girl has enough courage to not break when the day appears. How long is it?" she asked him. Lucas had a watch that showed the time of a person's death and he would know about it.

"Less than ten days," he then stood up ready to leave, "I had a question for you."

"What is it?" she gave him a curious look.

"The library that was built. It looks similar. Do you know about it?" He felt like he had seen it somewhere but he couldn't tell where exactly.

"The library in the town was built at the same time when the storage room was built in the council. It was designed by the first-generation white witch who is no more. It was built for portal use," explained Isabell, "The outer side of the council has spilled magic that doesn't allow a witch to enter the perimeter, it was something one of the pureblooded vampires had demanded because of the immense hate he held against the witches."

"Double-standards."