Belle Adams' Butler

Chapter 146 - Bunny And The Grim- Part 2

When they entered the village, the lanterns still had the light burning in then which would take an hour to the most before it would turn the entire place dark. But Lucas didn\'t wait for the oil to exhaust and instead when and as they passed by the lanterns, the light went out one after another.

"Did you find who framed you?" Barron questioned Lucas as it stepped on the wet ground not worrying anymore about the dirt that was going to stick to him.

"I have an inclination but it will take time to prove it," Lucas looked at the ground, his eyes tracing the lines that went to move forward. Fresh marking of the ground.

"How long until you do it?" asked Barron who was in a hostage playing condition. He couldn\'t go back to the land of the dead alone nor could he sit here quietly not doing anything.

"I have work for you. There\'s a Grim Reaper in the council. He works for the witches but I don\'t know which one of the Grims it is. The reaper has been working in helping the black witches in retrieving back their position."

"A Grim?" Barron asked who started to notice the line to ask, "Is it normal for the rain to leave marks like this. It is too deep and a little suspicious."

"They were drawn freshly," said Lucas and at the same time they saw a shadow that moved past from the corner of their eyes, "Black witches," and they followed the trail to see a woman who appeared to be standing with a stick talking to another black witch.

"Never liked the black witches," Barron muttered under his breath.

Listening to them was wasting time, therefore Lucas decided to follow the lines that moved left and right, interconnecting and crossing that reached the outer circle that was drawn around the village. He noticed how there was a green substance that was put in the marking of the circle. He stared at the marking and then looked towards the black witches who were planning to run a spell to make a permanent marking as if they were saving the humans to sacrifice on a particular day.

"Lines and witches. Always shady," commented Barron, "Another massacre? Why is it such a long procedure for the black witches to get their power back? Why not reverse the spell by looking for the people who drove the magic to the land of the dead?" Barron himself was curious as to where this black magic was placed as he too hadn\'t been able to find it during his leisure time.

"Because the black witches don\'t know who the people are who tore their magic from them," the village was only twenty minutes away from the Adams\' mansion.

If the massacre was going to place, there would be many reapers dropping in here and Lucas didn\'t want to attract the death reapers attention as there were other things to work now.

When he had taken shelter in the Adams\' mansion, it was only his problem of who had got him framed but then came Belle\'s where she was no ordinary person but one of the driving person in the alignment of the stars. But it didn\'t stop there, thought Lucas to himself.

"Start the spell, we need to finish up soon here and go back to report," said one of the black witches who carried a can of oil in her hands. The liquid inside the can looked green in colour.

"Which way is it?" asked the other witcher who received smack from the woman.

"You go to the centre and make sure you don\'t have any of the villagers find us here. Quick!" said the woman and the witcher quickly walked towards the centre of the village and sat down on heels, starting the incantation of spells to prepare the ground for the massacre.

Lucas and Barron stood right outside the circle, looking at the witcher as they heard the spells that started to run through in the wind.

"Are we hunting them?" asked Barron as Lucas had mentioned about hunting people out here.

"In some time," Lucas answered with a peaceful expression on his face, his eyes looking at the witcher who pulled out a matchbox and flicked the stick to bring out fire.

The witcher dropped the stick on the ground and soon the line near him picked up for the fire to start moving in a low flame towards the other ends of the marking that had been done. The fire continued to move, closing in towards where Lucas and Barron stood which the black witches couldn\'t see as they belonged to the dead.

Before the line could connect both the ends, Lucas stepped on the line and pulled his feet back that broke the connection where the fire didn\'t complete to make a connection.

Barron who noticed this had his eyes turn wide, "What did you just do?! You broke a rule!"

"Relax," Lucas replied to the rabbit, "We are the fallen Grims. One rule or infinity, the punishment will be the same if you get caught. Causing an imbalance will have the Hawverts descend down from their chairs to come to see what is going on in the realm of the living."

The Fourth Grim could tell that the thirteenth Grim was either confident or had gone crazy. Probably deader than before, thought Barron to himself. He was going to drag him down along with him, Barron sighed.

Lucas had been planning for the black witches to make a move and this was perfect. Not a big event but enough to create a subtle imbalance where no one would know where what was going on. Once the Hawverts would notice, they would come to see it down here themselves.

The witches failed to notice that the line had never gone around to complete the marking which would fail the massacre.

A smile formed on his lips, his eyes calm and collected, "And now starts the hunt."