Winston's eyes went wide but it wasn't just him who was in shock. Edgar who had stepped out of the building, cursing the girl who had sent him flying like he was a crumpled parchment. As he stepped out, he noticed something strange in front of him. Did the girl transport him to the land of the living? Because it never rained in the land of the dead.

Why the heck was it raining?! Asked the Grim, his small legs making its way outside to see flashes of lightning coming from the sky. One hit almost towards where he was standing and he had to jump to get out of the way.

The rain didn't bother his bones but it did turn his death robes wet right now. Edgar was utterly confused until his mouth opened wide in shock to see who Winston was standing with someone he once knew.

"What are you doing here?" asked Winston in a shocked voice. He recognized the robes and he recognized the bones that made a Grim of cards of who they were. The number was often etched on to one part of the bones, and here, the Grim reaper had it on his face.

"I never left. I was always here. Pity that you never noticed me," said Lucas, pushing Winston's arm away from the position of where it was.

Winston who was in his mortal form glared at Lucas, "I still don't understand how you are here. I clearly saw you being sent to oblivion by Crane. How did you get back here, Guilt?"

Lucas didn't wait to answer Winston's question and he moved his scythe in quick flashes which Winston after a very long time found it hard to keep up with.

Lucas didn't stop even for a second, without giving a break. He let Belle handle the mighouls while he fought against Winston, "I should have known that Crane would save you, without being too harsh. After all, you were his favourite out of the four Grims he created."

"You know," said Lucas between their clashes of the scythe, dodging the bolts of lighting that Belle had not stopped striking against Winston, "Everyone keeps telling me that, but he has been very harsh with me compared to the rest."

"Of course, isn't that why he sent you to oblivion? Without killing you forever and ceasing your existence," asked Winston. Water dripped down from their faces as the land of the dead had started to pour down with rain. "He didn't want to kill you but save you. I must send out a notice that Crane himself broke the rules," chuckled Winston.

"Have you always been this insecure, Wins?" asked Lucas with a grin on his face, "Always whining and not happy with what you had that you went as far as to disrupt the time. The only sad part is that you picked the wrong Grim when it came to changing time."

"What?" Winston asked with his eyes narrowed. Lucas put all his force in battling against the Hawvert and Winston didn't stop from attacking back.

With one good swing, Winston kicked Lucas which was deflected back by Lucas' leg. Finally, when Winston threw Lucas on the wet ground, his scythe came to reap the Grim reaper but Lucas pulled out his own scythe to stop the attack.

"What did you mean by wrong Grim?" Winston repeated his question.

"I don't think your small brain can figure it out so let me help you," said Lucas, twirling his scythe in his hand. When another lightning struck, the skeleton on Lucas' face came to appear beneath his mortal form, "Of course Edgar knows," he said, giving a look at the short Grim and then back at Winston, "I was the twelfth and thirteenth Grim of cards. I told you, I never left. I have always been here."

"That is bullshit. That is not possible," stated Winston, his eyes taking in the full appearance of the original Grim, "Crane would have known if you still existed in this world."

"Maybe he knew and he was only protecting me as you said?" asked Lucas, "I mean he doesn't need to go and tell you each and every little thing. You are just a third level Hawvert. It is the reason why you desparately wanted to have the forbidden magic." Winston was not pleased hearing these words coming from one of the fallen Grim and also one who had been created by Crane.

"You have the nerve to talk to me like that. Crane cannot defend you if you won't exist in this world, when he comes here," claimed Winston before getting back to attacking Lucas.

Belle on the other hand continued to fight against the mighouls. She used the bolts through her hands as well as sending them from the sky to strike the creatures. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed Edgar who was staring at Winston and the Grim reaper with a continuous look of shock on his face.

"Mr. Edgar!" Belle shouted his name and the Grim turned to look at her, "Would you like to help me?"

Edgar rolled his eyes at Belle's words, "I am a loyal Grim who works only on the words of the Hawverts and not mere death reaper." Ha! Thought Edgar, what did the girl think? He didn't understand how the twelfth Grim reaper was still alive, which was why he stood away from the fight, watching them.

"Your creator has been trying to disrupt this world for his own gains!" shouted Belle before catching hold of one of the mighouls and kicking its stomach and pushing the bolts of electricity into its stomach, "I will make a deal with you if you help! It is a good one," she shouted.

At first, Edgar turned his head away from her to look at the interesting fight before his curiosity got the best out of him. He then went back to look at the death reaper who was showing skills that an average death reaper would not have.

"What is this deal?" Edgar asked in a loud voice and Belle smiled at this.