Belle Adams Butler - Chapter 187

Lucas had followed the switcher along with the body of the councilman who had died. Seeing the switcher leave, he waited for the Grim reaper to wake up and out of the body which he did. Greed, the sixth card of the Grims. Hearing Lucas speak, he turned around with a curious expression on his face, taking a form of a mortal of this land of the living.

“Have we met before?” asked Greed.

“That depends on if you remember me, Greed,” said Lucas, his body still leaning towards the tree with a calm and collected expression on his face. On Lucas’ words, the man stared at him, wondering while taking in a deep breath of the scent that was surrounding him.

“A Grim is here to meet me,” announced Greed, a smile forming on his lips which was wide and looked like it stretched until the ends of his cheeks, “To what do I owe you the pleasure? Reveal yourself,” he said but Lucas was in no mood to do it.

Though the Grims and reapers were the basic messengers of death and souls to be taken from one dimension to another to cross over, the reapers never knew each other’s names, not unless they had revealed their form previously because, in the land of the living, reapers took different forms and walked down the streets and corridors and other places when the time came to pick the soul or spend some time before going back to where they came from.

Only Lucas had the ability to read names on the Grims and the humans but some often hid their names which took time to find out.

“Aren’t you breaking the laws of the dead?” asked Lucas, “Helping the night creatures and the witches, if I am not wrong. Not to forget the death you have caused,” he glanced at the body that laid on the ground now.

“What is there in breaking it. We all break,” said Greed stepping away from the body and dusting himself to pull up the robe to cover himself with only his face carrying flesh, “I can tell you have broken more number of rules than any of us. I know you…” his eyes narrowed, “You’re the thirteenth Grim, Cross.”

Lucas wondered how this reaper had not been caught until now as he was the one who had changed the time. And if he did, the changes in time would be heavy because he creating the rippling effect by helping and manoeuvering the decisions of the mortals heavily.

“No,” said Lucas, “I have been wanting to ask something for a while now. You were in the council. How come you didn’t go to the storage room yourself and had someone else get it for you.”

Greed gave a frown and he asked, “Why will I go to the storage room for a bunch of cases,” he laughed. It seemed that Greed was unaware of the book of Vervus. Interesting, thought Lucas to himself, “What is it? You have this air of mystery that you are trying to keep but I don’t know why I find you to be very familiar,” stated Greed.

Greed continued to look with his blue eyes, “It is like I know you but I don’t at the same time. I don’t think I have ever seen you in the summit of the reapers. Shy one, are you?” Greed taunted to have Lucas smile, he shook his head.

“You could tell that,” replied Lucas to Greed’s words who smiled and Lucas couldn’t help but grin with his teeth coming out and he ran his tongue over the sharp canine, “I have some scores to settle with you but at the same time I am wondering if I should spare and take you with me or kill you.”

The smile on Greed’s face faltered now which he tried to keep, “You are cockier than the reputation that you have. What makes you think you can kill a sixth Grim?” neither Greed nor Lucas pulled out their scythes were still speaking to each other civilly.

Lucas shrugged his shoulders, “Because I am here to kill you and settle scores.”

“Scores? What did I do? Sad that you were left alone to work and turn rogue,” Greed laughed, “How was it? To be caught in time and to fall down from your position? You know it wasn’t easy to do it but you were the perfect candidate to change the wall of time.”

“It was you,” drawled Lucas with a bored tone like it barely mattered right now, “What? You thought I would cry to get back?” asked Lucas.

“Looks like you are happy with your fallen position. Come join me, we shall soon rule the realm of the dead,” offered Greed, his eyes looking at Lucas calculatingly.

Lucas finally pulled out his scythe from his back, bringing it forward, “No, thanks. I will pass. Unlike you, I have better things to do.”

In a blink of an eye, Greed had pulled out his scythe, and he attacked Lucas who stopped the attack with his weapon. They moved from one ground to another, their scythe’s clashing and the sound of the metal, creating a whirring sound around them.

“What are the other better things you have to do?” asked Greed, his hand relentlessly moving on Lucas to attack and his scythe went to hit the ground with a thump. Before Lucas could get him, the reaper disappeared to stand up in one of the branches of the trees, “I know you, but I am unable to point my finger on what it is,” hummed the reaper.

Lucas had to be careful with Greed as he was one of the known and notorious reaper. He had killed more than the assigned number of reapers or people, and even though it was known, there was no solid proof against him. He was the wiper, a reaper who could wipe a person’s memory and create pranks for his amusement. The Hawverts kept him close as it was easy to erase their dirty deeds which were not known by the others.

“Do you want a clue?” asked Lucas in the mood to play as it had been a long time since he had got to meet a person who he disliked. He had killed Belle in her previous life, and he couldn’t forgive it.