Belle Adams' Butler Chapter 396
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The book was wrapped in a dark brown leather that Belle was able to read the name that was written outside on it. Having the ability to tap the forbidden magic and read the words and spells, Belle didn't have an issue when it came to reading past the magic that was placed on the book.
"How the heck did you even get that book with you?" asked Catina with evident shock in her voice.
"Some years ago, the book was considered to be lost. They searched the entire land but they didn't find it," explained Lucas, his hand turning the book that was in his hand, "I didn't want anyone to have it, therefore, I sent the book to the living world."
The timekeeper shook her head in disbelief, "It was a risky thing to do. What if it went in someone's hand that was not supposed to go?"
"It wouldn't," chuckled Lucas, "I was the one who created the book and the book is loyal to me. It is how things work in the dead, isn't it? I never gave the book to anyone but merely sent it away from here so that no one would come to misuse it."
"What do you plan to do with it?" asked Catina. Even Belle and Barron were curious to know what Lucas' plan was, when it came to the book of the dead.
"Resurrect the dead of course," came Lucas' obvious answer.
"The Hawverts are not going to be happy about it," Barron chimed in, "I wish it was not too late to jump out of the ship but the ship has sailed and I have nowhere else to go!"
Belle looked down at Barron who was stressing out at Lucas' idea and asked, "Weren't you looking forward to Ophelia to come back to life?"
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"That is the only thing I am excited about but I don't think Lucas has only two-three people in his mind."
"Don't worry," said Lucas, "The resurrection will be used for the future and not for now. Belle will help in manifesting it in a way where she can bring the dead back, without the Hawverts or any other reapers knowing about it. Consider it to be future planning. Belle, read the book," he said, passing the book to her, "Though the dead can read it, they cannot perform it fully. The dead depend on the living, as you are still partly a person from the mortal world, you should be able to do it."
Belle took the book in her hand, looking down at the cover and then at Lucas, "How much time do we have?"
"Less than twelve hours," he answered and she nodded her head. That was barely enough time to complete reading the book. "In the meantime, I need your help," Lucas turned to the timekeeper whose eyes were on the book.
Catina's head tilted to the side, "Barron and the girl said something about it, what do you want from me?"
Belle went and sat under a tree with the book. Barron decided to leave Lucas and Catina's side, walking to where Belle was. He had heard a lot about the book of the dead. Like a child who was about to get a present, Barron's ears kept moving up and down.
"Quick quick!" he urged Belle, and then looked around to make sure there were no death reapers near them. The sooner Belle would finish reading, the faster they would be able to bring Ophelia back and even Belle's body without corrupting it.
Belle placed the book on her lap and started to turn the pages. The writings were too joined and it took her sometime to read and understand what was written in there.
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On the other side, Lucas and Catina stood to face each other, "Are you sure you want to go to that time period?" the timekeeper asked her.
"Yes. The sooner you do it, the sooner I get out and return back," Lucas' body changed from his mortal form to his death reaper form.
"Make sure you don't touch anything that might cause repels. The more you try to fix, the worse it will get," Catina warned. Lucas who had pulled out his scythe let it rest on his shoulder.
He smiled at the timekeeper, "I am aware of it."
The timekeeper nodded her head. If it was someone else asking her to send them to the past, she would have beaten them with her scythe before shooing them away. But the person in front of her wasn't anyone but Guilt. She only hoped no imbalance would be caused.
Catina then raised her scythe in front of her, twirling it one of her hands. The scythe started to rotate in high speed and the velocity of the wind around them started increased. Even Barron and Belle who were reading the book stopped for a moment to take a look at Lucas and the timekeeper who was going to send him to the past.
"How much time do you need?" asked Catina so that she would bring Lucas back.
"An hour," he answered. Catina didn't know if it would be enough time for whatever reason he was going to the past for.
The more the scythe rotated in her hand, the scythe turned invisible and started to create a portal which was made of black smoke with a tint of purple on it. Lucas didn't wait and he stepped forward, into the smoke to disappear behind it.
For a moment everything was pitch black around him. The atmosphere started to clear and he could see things better in front of him. He stood in front of the high tower now. This was a day which took place a few weeks before he had gone rogue from this world. A fallen Grim.
It was the time when he wasn't here in the land of the dead.
Lucas had not visited the land of the dead for more than a month, enjoying his solitude, therefore it was an opportune time as he wouldn't be colliding with his past self that would cause unnecessary confusion. With that thought, he started to walk towards the tower and stepped inside.
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