Belle Adams Butler - Chapter 405

Lucas stared at Gorron, a Hawvert who had fallen to a Grim reaper’s trick, “Is he going to be alright?” he asked Rower.

“Yeah. He’s going to have some good sleep and will have a good rest,” answered Rower, “Did you think Crane only gave you powers that were higher or equal to Hawvert?”

“I never cared to find out about it,” answered Lucas which was the truth. He and Wrath were similar like that, while Rower and Edith were the ones who had information about others but didn’t go to tell it out.

At first, Lucas was sure that Edith had shifted sides but if one thought closely, Edith was the creation of Crane and not Winston to listen to him. For someone who knew the future and the outcomes, she would never be able to switch sides. She was someone who worked on balance.

Lucas’ eyes fell on Gorron’s hand where both his fingers were joined together as if he was about to snap his fingers. No, that was not right, Lucas thought to himself. Gorron had already snapped fingers to summon the other two Hawverts here. Lucas and Rower quickly went to the room where Belle and Greed were in.

Belle had placed her hands on the girl’s chest, to revive her back but it hadn’t worked because of the lack of the description. Therefore, a few seconds before when Rower had thrown water on Gorron’s face, Belle had decided to take a look at the girl. Before everything had started in her life related to the land of the dead, she first had the ability of death. The sight, where she could see how a person died and she did the same thing right now.

Without pressing her hands too harshly on the girl’s chest that was fragile, with her eyes closed, Belle tried to concentrate as it wasn’t easy to get through the memory of the dead girl.

Belle started to move through a different period of time as smoke engulfed all around her. When the smoke finally started to dissipate, she finally came to stand in a village that wasn’t similar to any other village she had come across until now. She didn’t know where exactly she was and what time of the year it was.

When she saw a woman walking nearby, Belle looked back and forth and decided to ask, “Hello, milady?” but the woman didn’t look at her. Instead, she continued to walk past Belle.

“I guess she is not able to see me,” Belle murmured to herself and looked around again, to see fog covered the ground. It was the time of night, the moon up high in the sky. Clouds moved to hover over the moon before letting the moon be seen.

She had touched the girl to find out about her death, about why Winston was interested in her but she couldn’t find the girl. Where was she?

Belle continued to walk, noticing the lanterns that were lit outside the houses. The atmosphere wasn’t quiet. Somewhere at a distance, she could hear a choir which was taking place in one of the nearby churches. It was strange to hear prayer during this hour.

When she walked towards the church, she stopped her footsteps after coming to stand near the grilled window where she could see people standing and singing a song together. It took her sometime to realise that the song was nothing but spells. Was she in a witch’s land? Belle had heard, how the witches hailed from the north, where they came down from the mountains.

As the song of spells came to an end, which was neither white nor black in nature, but forbidden magic. A man called,

“Preciosa. Go take the cup and give it to the man. Complete this and we shall be free and live forever.”

A girl came forward from the crowd, wearing a hood over her head. Belle left the window where she was standing and moved to the front window to take a better look to realise it was the same girl she was looking for.

Belle couldn’t detect any black witch in here. Everyone appeared to be a white witch and it was strange, strange how the white witches knew to access the magic so freely unlike the time period she was living in.

“Remember, Preciosa,” said the man who appeared to be the head of the group, “You have worked very hard. He needs to drink every single drop from the glass. Only you can do it.”

The girl nodded her head to this. Belle wondered what this was all about. If she was here, it meant she was here to witness the girl’s death that was near. It made her curious while also questioning herself why she was able to see the happenings for such lengthy time. Maybe it was because she was in the land of the dead and not in the living, turning the ability to be stronger.

She saw the girl leaving, stepping out of the church and Belle quickly followed her. Belle realised how she was not in her reaper form but was back in her mortal form. She placed her hand on her chest to feel her heartbeat. This was in the past, so it should be okay, thought Belle to herself and her body would not cause any possible corruption. She hoped it wouldn’t.

The girl named Preciosa, walked into a house before leaving for the forest and Belle was quick on her heel to follow her. She saw someone from the shadows appear to step out. It was a man wearing a cloak with a hood, who was tall.

Because of the scarce light of the moon that came through the gap of the leaves of the forest, Belle couldn’t identify who the person was, except for part of his face. Though Belle couldn’t be seen by them, she still found it odd to step in there and breathe the same air that was around them.

“You’re here,” said the man, “I wasn’t expecting to see you,” he then pushed his hood that was covering his face.

Belle wondered why the face looked familiar to her. Though he had flesh and skin on his body, Belle could still take a look at the bones that made him.

And then in realisation, her eyes widened. No way! Thought Belle to herself.