Belle Adams' Butler Chapter 421 – Lost Things- Part 4

The mighouls bodies only splattered on the ground, turning Winston’s ability to control the creatures of the dead useless, “Why would you go to such lengths?” asked Crane to Winston, “You are not even the creature of the living to be worried about such trivial matters like power and status,” his dull eyes continued to stay on Winston. 

“Things like those are often trivial when you already possess it. It is only the person who doesn’t have it will know how one feels,” tched Winston. He was working on getting the pieces of the metal to rejoin back to his staff of scythe but it was barely able to move up from the ground. 

Crane continued to stare at Winston and said, “If you had openly asked for the power to her, she would have readily given it to you. Instead, you woke her wrath in her the night you decided to kill her. If I had the opportunity, I would go back in time to fix it, but then you would still exist. You are the reason there’s greed in the black witches who now walk on the land of the living.”

Winston spat on the ground, “No, it was because of your existence. If you want to fix, why not go back in time. I can call the timekeeper, if she were here but it’s your Grim who stole her. He’s hidden her.”

Lucas put both his hands in his pocket, staring at Winston who was trying to put the blame on them. He said,

“You should stop with the lies, Winston. It looks pitiful when Crane knows what happened. Before coming here, I sent the timekeeper to him who would speak nothing but the truth. You should accept defeat and what you did until now was wrong. You are the reason why there’s an imbalance in both the worlds.”

“I will destroy this entire place! Hand the book and Preciosa to me right this instant,” Winston tried to bargain. 

“Don’t utter her name with that mouth of yours,” warned Crane who had received his memories of back of the night when he was killed along with Preciosa. 

Crane snapped his fingers again, but this time, a white electric light was sparked from his fingers that was sent towards Winston. The thin electric sparks like threads went around Winston’s legs, making him fall down on the ground. Water splashed around Winston. 

“You have lived too long and we don’t need you,” said Crane looking into Winston’s eyes. Winston tried to struggle, trying to get up but Crane had made use of the forbidden magic to tie him down without the need to have a formation circle to keep the Hawvert in place.

“Stop it!” Winston said, finally realizing what Crane was about to do. 

“Lucas, if you will,” came the calm voice of Crane. While Winston continued to struggle, Lucas walked forward with his scythe, a faint smile on his lips as his eyes met Winston’s eyes. His scythe glowed red. 

“Listen to me! I will make sure this-” Lucas didn’t allow Winston to speak as his scythe went across Winston’s neck for his body to turn to smoke and ash falling on the ground. 

Lucas had reaped Winston, a Hawvert. Because of this, a loud bell could be heard ringing as an alarm for all the creatures of the land of the living. Crane frowned, annoyance coming to pass through his face and he snapped his fingers again for the bell to stop ringing. 

Belle who had been holding herself until now fell down on the ground and on her knees. Her body was weak and exhausted. Her sight was turning pitch black before she was able to glimpse things around her. 

“Belle!” Lucas came to her side. She continued to throw more blood out from her body. Lucas could feel her body turning fragile like it was soon going to evaporate. He then looked at Crane. 

“You need to remember, Guilt. You broke rules,” said Crane, his eyes on the girl whose soul was leaving the body, “You could have come to me but you chose the other way round.”

“The last time I came to you, you tried to send me to oblivion,” responded Lucas.

Crane’s eyes subtly narrowed, “But you returned. I would have never guessed you would take the next position. It was clever of you. Clever to even hide this girl’s soul.”

“I didn’t mean to trick you. Belle had a split soul, the other soul came took her place,” explained Lucas.

“She doesn’t look like she has a split soul,” Crane hummed, noticing the blood that fell on her lap.

Lucas wanted to get Belle’s health back. Right now it was nothing but deteriorating. Usually, it took less time in the land of the living but here the time was extended for some reason, “It was her who found Preciosa. She can bring her back.”

To Lucas’ words, Crane shook his head, “You cannot bring her back. Even if the girl is a powerful witch who is in your arms, she would still not be able to bring her back,” Crane, who was near the floating soul went to place his hand on the girl’s cheek. To the Hawvert’s memory, Preciosa was still the same girl where even after many years she didn’t change. 

Preciosa’ body was cold, “If her body had stayed out of the body for many years, she must have lost her essence. Winston probably didn’t have knowledge about it and he decided to pull her out of the water.”

“Would you rather prefer I turn vengeful towards you? After losing the person I love?” questioned Lucas. 

Crane, who was feeling Preciosa’ cheek, said, “Isn’t that why there has been a rule that no creature of the death, the reapers are not supposed to fall in love. You made the mistake once, but you make the mistake twice.”

“What if the mistake was committed with the same person?” asked Lucas. 

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Author’s note: The book is coming to an end.