The two Grim reapers who were the gatekeepers eyed at the soul of the girl who was with Belle. Belle tried to remember if there was a spell that would help her to hide Preciosa's soul for now, somewhere safe so that no one would take the girl away.

Belle then whispered to Lucas, "You need to hide her. You cannot let Winston get close to her."

Lucas placed his hand on the girl's shoulder for the soul to turn small and be sucked into him. This technique was often used by the reapers for the mortals who passed away in the land of the living. To make sure that the souls would not be lost during the journey from the land of the living to the dead, they were often sucked into the death reapers body before letting it out in this land where they were right now.

"What do you think you are doing there, Cross?" asked Edgar.

"Hiding the soul?" asked Lucas in return before a small chuckle escaped his lips, "What are you doing here by destructing Winston's house? He is going to be really angry when he finds out." It wasn't like there was a need to save his house, considering how Winston was up to no good and was trying to do something with the soul which now Lucas hid within himself.

Lucas had already decided that he was sending Winston for good but before doing anything, he would need proof. With one Hawvert down, the next was Crane who they could present the evidence.

"Who cares about houses when new ones can be bought. Materialistic things don't entice us Grim reapers," Edgar scoffed, and he swung his scythe to form a large gust of wind to blow towards them which Lucas deflected.

"You had blood ice," Belle pointed to the short Grim who suddenly glared at her as if she were an insect and was not supposed to speak to him.

"How dare you speak out of line and trespass in the high tower by stealing things that do not belong to you!" Edgar scolded but Belle was not one bit scared. Firstly, she was not a new reaper and secondly, having already met the Grim reaper who had stuck himself to several glasses of blood ice, it was hard for her to take his words to be serious.

Belle was back in her reaper form and she shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know. I didn't take it."

"Lies!" exclaimed Edgar.

"Says the liar who ate eight glasses of blood ice. You should preach what you speak, Sir," said Belle, pulling up her own scythe that looked larger than the average death reapers.

Edgar turned to Lucas and asked, "Is she under your wing?! All you fallen Grims!" cursed the reaper.

Lucas picked up Belle's boney hand and brought it up to his lips, "This is my lady. Very rude of you to come to her house and now badmouth her," he tched. Edgar was not able to remember when he met this reaper until Moore said in a dull tone,

"It was her house that we entered to check. Where you ate the eight glasses of desert-"

"Sshh! I don't need to be reminded over and over again on how many glasses I had there," he shushed Moore before looking at the newborn reaper. So it was her, thought Edgar to himself, the owner of the house they had met, "It was a good dessert," he complimented to Belle's surprise.

Belle bowed her head. She then heard Lucas speak to the other two Grims, "You broke the house with a Hawvert in there."

"Cut the bullshit. Winston is not there but is looking for you," said Edgar.

Moore then spoke softly, "He is right. I was going to tell you but you were too eager to break the house. I think Gorron is in there." Edgar snapped his head around in shock.

"Why didn't you tell me before that!" Edgar wanted to go find the Hawvert if he was still buried in there, but then why was he buried in there?

As if hearing the Grim's silent question, Lucas explained, "Rower turned him unconscious. He is sleeping there fine."

"Let him be," said Moore, "Catching the fallen Grims are more important. I will catch Cross and you can go after the girl," he suggested.

Belle came to believe that Greed and Rower were busy because not too far away from them, she saw a heap of dust rise towards the sky. She wondered which other Grims had joined in the fight and if Crane and Winston would be here any minute. They were all stuck here. Belle only hoped that Crane would listen to her and Lucas. Without sending her to the oblivion.

Lucas knew they would be splitting once they would start fighting but he didn't want Belle to be alone if one of the two Hawverts would take her away from here. Without wasting much breath, he said,

"I need you to use a spell that is in the last page. It is much more powerful than what you have made use of."

Lucas wanted her to look at the spell and practice it right here? Seeing how he was serious, she nodded her head.

"Okay. I will do it. But what is it going to do?" she asked him.

He said, "It will do the exact thing that you did when we met for the very first time." Lucas went ahead, his scythe clashing against Edgar and Moore's. He stopped Edgar from moving too close to Belle so that it would give her more time to open the page of the book. Lucas couldn't hold both the gatekeepers for long as they were both Grims.

Edgar slipped past Lucas and went to Belle. Before the short Grim could come close, she changed the binds of the book, turning it to white for the moment.

Belle then realised what Lucas meant. It was possible to stop and lock everyone in their places by trapping them by using forbidden magic by the white witch. Which was her now.