Hearing what Baltimore said, Isabell didn't change her demeanor and sat in front of him with her back facing him as she sat a bench ahead of him. As distant as some of the memories seemed, there were some things she couldn't forget, how could she.

It was a few years ago when the incident had taken place.

Back in Valeria, Isabell was once happily married to the Lord of Valeria and she had a lovely son. It was a family she was fortunate to have because the life of a white witch was never good. Troubles always followed the white witches wherever they were, some who were hunted by the witch hunters who weren't tolerable while the others like the black witches set traps for the innocent ones to fall into the trap.

She had thought everything would go well from there but the truth was there were many who were intolerable when it came to her because of who she was and how she pushed people to fight so that everyone had a fair chance when it came to living in the four lands. She knew something bad was going to happen soon as she had heard the wind carrying whispers. There were people out in the public and some in the council who didn't like her.

A month before the incident took place, Isabell had touched the forbidden magic. There were three magics- white, black and then came the forbidden. The white magic belonged to the white witches, the black magic belonged to the black witches, and then came the forbidden magic which was not to be touched by the white or the black witch.

When a white witch touched the forbidden magic, they would slowly start turning to a black witch before losing their very essence as their mind and body would start corrupting to behave far worse than the black witches. Isabell knew the consequences of it and she used it. She created potions and charms. Lastly, she created the pentagon with circles to summon the reaper, offering her blood.

Placing her hands on the circles, she uttered the forbidden spells that illuminated every inch of the circle and lines with the words that were written in there for the reaper to appear.

"I want to make a deal," Isabell spoke to the reaper. Reapers never made a deal but this one, she knew him.

The reaper stood there with a hood over its head and its robes long that touched the floor. Even its hands were hidden beneath its old long sleeves, "Speak."

And after a few minutes deal was made.

Isabell didn't know when it was going to happen and when it did, it was in the local village near the market place where her very own people she cared and loved had burned her alive in the name of being a white witch. She was burnt down until her ash where her boy saw her burning in the flames, she had been wishful to think that it didn't happen in front of him but it did anyway and she could only hope he would have the strength to forgive.

"BURN! BURN!"

"BURN THE WITCH!"

"KILL HER!"

Though Isabell's body had been gone and the reaper in waiting had taken her soul with it, the reaper never took it back to the gates and instead put her soul in another vessel which she had created to live a second life without anyone's knowledge.

A reaper was not allowed to do so as it meant breaking the law. Therefore, what the reaper did was, it placed the blame on Baltimore who was responsible for swaying the villagers to kill her upon the black witches' words.

"I am sorry, I don't know what you are speaking about," said Isabell and she stood up to start walking and at the same time, Baltimore appeared in front of her. Holding her neck and squeezing it but the woman didn't bat a single eyelash of hers.

"I will kill you one day, see me reap you this time to hell," Baltimore warned her to push her against the wall. This woman who showed she was strong, he could smell death approaching her and he would personally see to it that she suffers.

"I can barely wait for the day," she answered with a smile on her lips to see him finally let go of her neck.

The reaper stepped out of the church dissipated in the wind. Seeing this, Father Connor who stood behind the door of the passage quickly stepped out and came to towards Sister Isabell, "Are you alright?" he asked her worried.

Father Connor was way too young compared to the lady who stood next to him. The man was scared about reapers because they were the definition of death who took the souls of the people. Isabell was brave in his eyes to stand in front of the reaper unwaveringly.

Isabell nodded her head, "He cannot harm me himself. Most of his powers that were there have disappeared due to the time he has spent in the land of the living. Father Connor, we need to find the black witches who reside in the land of Bonelake. Also, I need to travel somewhere next week or so."

Father Connor bowed his head in agreement and he asked, "Why can't he find Lucas himself instead of coming here?"

Earlier the reaper was only bluffing or it was because Belle who visited the church after the reapers came to pick up the souls at her house.

"Lucas has hidden his scent for years. It would be difficult for one to find him as he smells more like a vampire now than a reaper. Even if Baltimore walked by Lucas he wouldn't know it was him," said Isabell to him.

Baltimore wanted to catch hold of Lucas because he was another fallen Grim on run, he wanted to offer Lucas to atone with the higher-ups for the rule break that fell on his name.

Unless Lucas wanted to be found, Baltimore and the others would never know where he was.