Lucas noted on how Isabell kept coughing blood from her mouth. He doubted it was because of her body, "What happened to you?"

"Did you think I would have a much more peaceful death?" Isabell asked him.

The Thirteenth Grim tched, "I didn't. When you skip and cheat death, death comes back again. You appear to be in much better shape," he said. His words made her smile.

"I guess I do."

"Who was it? Your letter wasn't of much help," said Lucas. The only thing she had mentioned was about checking about the abduction of people and the black witches who had scattered in the land of the Bonelake.

"But I am guessing you already found some of the lost people," her eyes that were looking in front of her, shifted to Lucas, "The children," he gave her a nod.

"You found the others?" he asked her. Lucas pulled out his pocket watch, opening to see how much more time she had.

"All dead. Electrocuted through the shock of the lightning. How much more time do I have?" she asked him.

Lucas' eyes went up to look at her, "Barely two minutes."

Isabell's eyebrows knitted together in concern and she said, "I have something to tell you, Lucas. I have known you for years now but you have been here before I have. I know we are not supposed to speak about things that will disrupt but I think you need to know some things," she said to him. Her words quick and clear, "I left the church because I foresaw something. There's a book, you must already know about it. The book that goes by the vegetable. The black witch has it. Take it from her."

"The book of Vervus?"

Isabell gave him a nod, " If the witches decipher and read it, it will be catastrophic."

Lucas was going to take it back anyway as he had heard the whisper about its existence. Strangely, the people in the land of the dead had not heard about it because people spoke how it belonged to a place unknown.

Isabell then closed her eyes, "Don't let her go by your side," and she opened her eyes again for her heart to stop. If it was Isabell's first death, he would have been able to speak but right now, her soul had turned to nothing but a white gas. He used his hand and pushed it to the land of the dead, near the river where Rower would help her pass.

Her body which was made out of potion, a reflection of her actual self slowly started to break and fly like white ashes moving up in the sky.

"Rest in peace, Isabell," said Lucas when there was no speck of her existence.

He knew her far before she had been burnt by the villager. Before she had married into the Delcrov family. Calling each other friends was too of a word as they didn't exactly speak to each other unless it was needed to.

Though people thought it was too long since the black witches magic had been bounded and placed beyond the gates, it was too far away. The three people who had closed and used magic at that time was Isabelle, a white witcher who went by the name Night and Lucas. Both the white witches were dead and it was only Lucas who stood behind as he was a Grim Reaper. Except for Isabell, no one else knew about him.

Lucas started to go back to the mansion of the Adams, wondering if the person the white witch had spoken about was Belle and not the black witch.

Returning back to the mansion, Belle quickly ran to him as he had disappeared from the mansion after realizing Isabell's time was close and he had to send her soul.

"Lucas!" Belle came to him, her eyes looking up at him concerned.

"Isabell is gone," he informed her and her eyebrows drew close towards each other.

"Was she alright?"

Lucas gave her a nod, "She was alright," he then asked her.

Even though Lucas didn't speak or express about the white witch's demise, Bell could tell that there was something he felt. A Grim reaper feeling the emotion similar to a mortal.

During the time of night, Belle sat in front of the dressing table and Lucas was the one who combed her hair. From the top to the tip of the hair, his hands gently moving one section after another.

"She spoke about a book that needs to be retrieved. I will have to go find it," Belle heard Lucas say, his hand still going from top to the bottom, "I might need to go look for it in the future when I find something about it. Do you think you can manage?"

Belle gave him a smile, nodding her head, "I will be fine. There's Barron for my company. Did she tell who has it or where to look for it?"

"The black witch has it. The book contains secrets which are not supposed to reach the mortals or the witches," he said to her. He braided her hair before letting it go and placing the comb on the front of the dressing, "The movement of the black witches has begun and it is only going to increase in time."

This meant Belle had to speed up her ability, "I am not able to see a person's death always. Some I see and some I don't."

"You will need to practice it. Barron is the easiest practice."

Belle didn't know what that meant but when Barron was called and his stuffed cotton was placed on the ground with Lucas scythe out in the open, Barron cried for help, "What the fuck is going on?! Did you both conspire against me? I have been loyal!"

"Relax, Barron. Belle needs to know how to identify death," said Lucas in a calm tone but Barron was nowhere to calm.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN RELAX?! You are holding a scythe in your hand!"