Belle Adams Butler - Chapter 185

The box had been placed in the second line of the above section that needed the ladder’s help to fetch. His hands had turned back with the flesh and he pulled out the box to see what the box consisted of. Even though the box had been placed in one of the most secure rooms, the book of Vervus had been stolen by a vampire which got passed down to other people.

Lucas pulled out a scarf which was covered in blood. Bringing the scarf up to his nose to smell, he frowned. This wasn’t her blood. Pulling out the case files which were often recorded during the time of a case being opened and closed with details, he turned the pages that read,

‘Murder case of Miss Evelyn Knivetton. Parents, not information found. Siblings none. Lady Evelyn was a woman who lived in the Knivetton’s residence where the property was bought and she built it with no other previous owner. The servants have been brutally murdered and it looks like a witch’s work or rogue vampires for now with the way the body has been torn to pieces.’

Lucas took the pictures that were drawn by the councilman’s team to see this was neither the work of the vampires nor the witches. It was done by the Grim reaper named Greed who had brought his minions to annihilate the people in here.

‘The body of Miss Knivetton has gone missing from the scene where blood has trailed. There appears to be another body but according to the people who were acquainted with Miss Knivetton, she was a humble woman who kept to herself most of the time. No items have gone missing from the mansion but it is hard to say as there’s no witness to tell what happened here.’

After four more parchments, the notes read,

‘Case closed after the search of the body which is nowhere to be found. The case appears to be a knot of no end and with the lady not having any relatives to push forth the case, the case is being dismissed in the name of the possible murder of Miss Evelyn Knivetton for reasons unknown.’

Lucas smelled the scarf again to realize this was no human or witch’s blood. This was a goat’s blood, was it perhaps placed to deviate the case? Asked Lucas to himself and put the cloth back in the box. He looked at other items to find a pendant without a chain. The crystal was inky blue in colour. His thumb moved across the stone.

“You had a charm stone, Belle,” murmured Lucas. Did that mean Belle had tapped into forbidden magic?

The forbidden magic was the magic that was present in the deepest parts of the realm of the dead. Though it brought great powers and abilities, they were not supposed to be touched or used.

He placed the stone in his pocket and went through other things before placing the box back to its original assigned place.

It was time to leave the room and step into the corridors of the council. He quietly made his way out of the room without the guard’s notice and fused himself to the world that was present in here, making it look as if he was one of the councilmen.

He bowed his head to receive a bow from the others as if he knew them but they were seeing him here for the first time. His features were softened to not stand out too much, files in his hands, he walked in the corridor, trying to understand the layout of the council first while searching for the Grim he had come for.

When he was walking, a woman who was walking in a hurry passed by him with two men next to her.

“I am late for the court, Lionel said he wanted to bring up the proof of the next case that is having a final hearing,” said the man who was a human, his hands carrying piles of parchments, “Is this all it is, Councilwoman Vivian?”

“Yes, I have them arranged in order so you are good to go and help in my place, Hueren,” replied the woman. Lucas who had stopped walking had his head turned subtly to look at the trio walking away from him. So that was her, the strawberry blonde hair. Vivian Carmichael.

His hand reached for his pocket and he pulled out the watch of death, flipping it open to see the number of days she had. There was still time. When his eyes then fell on the third person, Lucas’ eyes narrowed. Though the person appeared to be a vampire, there was something very odd about the person.

It was the switcher who had come to take the form of their teammate. He doubted the woman would be killed by him. Putting the watch back into his pocket, he turned back to walk away from them.

People spoke about cases and what they were doing, some asking for favours, some taking favours which were illegal. Lucas continued to walk past the people when he saw a man from the opposite side walking with hurried footsteps, almost running to catch up with some and he called,

“Councilman Creed!” Lucas walked towards the wall and stood at the edge where one could look out of the building which had an open corridor on one side.

The name was too close to not stop by and listen in on their conversation.

“Sir, I brought the documents you were looking for,” said the young man. When Lucas turned to look at who the person was, he came to see a man who had an eyepatch on his head. One eye of his was dark red that made him wonder what happened to the pureblooded to have lost an eye unless he was hiding something.

The man gave a smile that had the younger man beam that he was of service but Lucas was well aware when it came to the smiles. This was a pretentious one and one which was practised well.