If the black witches had never come across the prophecy which was not to be told to anyone in the land of the living, maybe there would be obvious doom to the humans, vampires, and any other creatures who didn't side with the black witches. And everyone knew how terrible half-knowledge was. Though the three stars had the ability, they would have done nothing and things would have continued to be in the favour of the dark but it was the black witches who had triggered the course which was now balanced between both sides.

As Isabell said, death was inevitable and people would die. Like sacrifice. A bird flew up in the sky and Lucas looked up to notice it was his bird, Raven, who had come with information for him.

Isabell, who noticed the bird said, "Your bird is here. Did you know I gifted a cat to my son," she smiled remembering her boy who was only five years old when she left his side.

"I know. The cat that transforms, something from the forbidden magic," Lucas noted to see her smile, "Are you sure you don't want to let him know?"

"I think it is for the best. I will leave something for him so that he will know one day," she smiled at the forest.

Before he could leave Lucas turned to Isabell to ask,

"Do you think history can repeat itself?"

"Depends on what part you are speaking about repeating," her eyes looked at him, "Are you speaking about the witches or yourself?"

Hearing this the sides of Lucas' lips pulled up, "Both I guess. See you around," and he walked away from the streets to follow where his bird was leading to.

Isabell stared at Lucas' black coat that reached stopped above his shoes. She wondered what he was talking about himself.

Lucas made his way down the streets, his footsteps quiet on the ground as if he was enjoying his evening stroll. Being the attractive looking man, many couldn't help but look at him, the shadow hanging on his face that only let them sneak a peek as he continued to walk past the villagers as well as the town.

He walked until he found the mansion of the man who had dared to place his hand on the girl. Lucas was a tolerant reaper until things didn't come to bother him.

Usually, the death reapers arrived to fetch the soul after the death and not before it but he had always been different. Looking at the people's antics and their emotions of anger or who hid the body and the way they did helped him a lot in knowing how foolish the people of living were. It gave Lucas a dull pleasure, to look at the way things were done before he fetched the souls.

Looking around, he turned to the phantom reaper he was and walked into the premise of the mansion such that no one could see him except for the reapers.

"I do not want to talk to her!" The man yelled as he sat on his lush couch with his legs spread too wide with his back slid down, "I was there just because you wanted me to go talk to the girl."

In front of him stood Belle's uncle and aunt, Irene, and Hector, why wasn't Lucas surprised? He walked inside the room and took a look around the room which exuded old money. A deer's head was placed on the wall with other decorative items.

"We apologize for her misbehavior. She is still a young girl and-" Irene's words were cut off by Mr. Robinson.

"Young girl?! Look what happened to my face!" he yelled in the close room that had the older two vampires flinch because of his loud voice. The man now held a cut that ran down the forehead, "Do you see this?! It's because of the damned butler. A filthy butler who dared to hurt me! And what did all of you do? What did all of you do?!"

"We are sorry for what happened," Hector apologized with his head down.

"If it weren't for your word that you would be filling up my debt I would have never come. I have NEVER been humiliated like this. You said we would split the money once I would marry her but look at this. I am forever going to have this mark on my face!" he yelled at the couple.

Irene then spoke, "Mr. Robinson we didn't expect the butler would come to her aid. If it weren't so you could have her. We assure you, you will get more than the money you expect. Why don't I bring her here?"

"Didn't she throw all of you out of the mansion? How are you planning to do that?"

Irene smiled at his words, "Leave that on me. As much as that child might be irritated today, I just need to make use of the right words. She loves family and a girl without a family, I know how to get her back."

"I don't care what you do. It's not like I haven't tried to court her before but she escapes every time," Lucas who was looking at the books that were placed in the shelf turned his head. Why was it the first time he was hearing this?

Though in the beginning when Lucas had joined the Adams' mansion, initially his only reason was to hide his identity but over time, he had come to care about one person because of the persistence of the little girl who kept calling his name every day with every hour. He looked after the girl like a little animal who kept walking in and around him.

"Do something. If you cannot I shall use force," said the man before waving his hand, "You can go now."

Both Hector and Irene left in the carriage but Lucas stayed behind looking at Robbinson who touched his forehead and winced.