Belle Adams Butler - Chapter 404

Gorron was in shock and he couldn’t tell if he was being made a fool right now. It was because he was there on that day when the twelfth Grim was sent to the oblvision. There was no way this reaper was alive, but here he stood, with his scythe that changed its form and so did his robes that were much more darker in black, compared to the dusty black that was worn by the Grims and lower reapers.

“Who are you?” asked Gorron even though he noticed that every feature of this reaper resembled to one of the creation of Crane.

Lucas cocked his head to the side, “Why do you ask useless questions that you already know of?” he asked the Hawvert.

“I think he is in shock,” Rower murmured, who stood next to Lucas.

The Hawvert’s bones moved closer which were on his forehead as if furrowing deep as he looked at Lucas.

“How did you come out of the oblivion?” questioned Gorron, intrigue and suspicion in his voice, “No one has ever been able to make it out of the oblivion so far. I saw you go there with others.”

Lucas smirked and this irked the Hawvert that a creature who was beneath him looked at him with a mocking expression, “I guess you guys didn’t do a good job when you sent me there. Tell me, what are you doing here, Gorron. Here to keep an eye on Winston? Or to keep eye on his possessions?” asked Lucas.

Gorron who was staring at both of them, tilted his head to ask, “What do I need to keep an eye for?”

Lucas looked back at the Hawvert, wondering how much truth Gorron’s words held. If there was something that he had learned since the time of him being in the land of the dead, it was to trust no one. The creatures who belonged to the land of the dead lied more than the ones who belonged to the mortal world.

Winston had been working on getting ahead of the Hawverts and other creatures, wanting a share from the black witches. The black witches wanted to unbind the locked black magic while Winston wanted to have access to the forbidden magic, so that he could make use of it.

“Who was the girl you had there, Rower? Stealing the bodies from the river and giving it to the former fallen Grim,” said Gorron, the bones on his face flinching before they turned back to smoothen themself, “Did you know that Guilt was alive?” he then turned to Lucas, “How did you even come back. I am very much intrigued and will consider if I want to call Crane and Winston here on the answer you give me.”

That was right. Gorron was yet to call the other two Hawverts. One whisper in the wind and it would reach the other two to come here and deal with them. It wasn’t an exactly feasible situation but Lucas knew that they would be coming to face each other soon.

Obviously, Gorron would not let them leave from this house. The apparition from here wasn’t working because Gorron had closed the portal. Like he said, all he would need is one signal to be sent to Crane and Winston.

Seeing Rower standing there without a response, Gorron glared down at the two rude Grims who were not listening to him. Noticing the continuous stare, Rower gave a startled look, “I am sorry?”

“What is there to know?” asked Lucas, bringing Gorron’s attention back to him, “You know everything that happened.” The only way they could get out of here was to beat Gorron but there was no telling how powerful this reaper was. With his ability to suck souls of the dead creatures, both he and Rower would end up loosing some or most of their bones from their body.

Gorron clicked his tongue, “Does Crane know?” he asked.

Lucas raised his scythe to place it on his shoulder, “That is a hard question to answer. I don’t know, he might or might not know.”

“Well, considering how Rower is being quiet on the matter I can tell he knows about it. The brothers and sister knows. So will the creator. Right?”

Lucas nodded his head, “Right,” as if agreeing to Gorron who could never be wrong.

“So how did you come back?” asked Gorron.

“It was because of the girl, who I fell in love with,” answered Lucas.

“Interesting. Is it that girl’s soul whom you are carrying? Someone who died and now you want to what? Revive?” Gorron continued with his question.

Gorron had understood wrongly but Lucas didn’t care to correct the Hawvert’s misinterpretation, “Yes,” replied Lucas.

“Love. What a meaningless thing. You are telling me a dead girl brought you back?” Gorron at first chuckled before laughing for a few seconds more. Then the laughter died down, “Stop joking. I know there’s another reason.”

“I told you the truth. It was because of love. We shared the irreversible bond,” Lucas dropped the information and Garron had another shock.

“That’s not possible!” uttered Gorron.

Lucas sighed, “Even if you answer, the answer is not considered,” he said to Rower.

“Why even bother,” Rower answered in a calm voice before asking, “Let me help,” he said, pulling something from his robes and then outstretching his boney hands forward. It looked like a glass of water.

Lucas and Gorron was staring at Rower as they didn’t know what the Grim reaper of the river was trying to do. The next second, suddenly Rower threw the water on Gorron’s face.

“You little piece of shit!” Gorron was angry, the front of his robes drenched in water and his bones splashed with the water.

“Sleep,” whispered Rower.

Gorron who had picked up his scythe to attack them, his movements turned slow and he muttered something incoherent before falling down on the ground. Lucas turned his head to Rower in question to hear Rower say, “I learned something very interesting when Edgar came to visit me a months ago. Strangely I am the Reaper of the river who can manipulate water that belongs to the river of the dead,” and he smiled in the end.