Belle Adams' Butler

Chapter 89 - Touch Of Death- Part 1

Chapter 89 - Touch Of Death- Part 1

Belle was glad that she had Lucas to help her out, someone who knew with the current world of what was going on, "The reapers," she started, "Is it normal to be able to touch them?"

Lucas picked up the jug in his hand and walked around to her side, pouring the blood into her glass, "After death, yes. The death reaper can touch you so that the soul can go along with it," with the recent revelation, Belle had started to question if she was going to die soon.

"The fated stars. What will happen if they die?" she asked.

"Then the black witches will prevail and will reach the black magic that they so much crave. The prophecy says it needs all three stars to exist. So even if one star is dead, the balance of who is going to win will move towards the black witches putting the rest of the other creatures in jeopardy," he answered. He placed the jug back on the table and asked, "Are you done eating?" on her nod, he helped her out from the chair and took the napkin that had been resting on her lap.

"Right now the black witches think all the three had died, I guess that is the only advantage but we don't know who will tip them again or if someone will find out," Lucas smiled at her as if there was nothing to worry.

Lucas rang the bell by pulling the rope that was on the wall and in came the two maids to clear and clean the table. Belle didn't leave the dining room and instead, she walked towards the tall and wide windows, to pull the curtain away a little so that she could look at the rain touching the ground, the water pulling the surface of the mud as it flowed.

She leaned one side of her body towards the wall and continued to look outside even after the maids had cleared the table and had stepped out of the dining room.

When Lucas arrived back in the room, he saw the silhouette of the girl that had formed in front of him with the lightning striking from the clouds to light up and turn dark again. Compared to an hour ago, the candles had now dimmed down.

He could tell she was sad and was missing her parents.

Lucas had whispered about the witches in the wind which was how he knew about the involvement of the black witches while also having spoken to Isabell about it, he hadn't bothered himself to tail around the mortals. Like Isabell, Lucas was bound by some of the laws of nature. A few rules could be broken even though it didn't sit well with the people from the land of the dead but there were some that were absolute.

A nudge was good but going all out and shifting the course of life would not impact just one person but it would involve every single living being. Creating a butterfly effect that could cause chaos that would be hard to handle.

Lucas walked towards her and asked, "Enjoying the rain, Miss Belle."

"It looks nice," she replied looking at the way the clouds lit up and out in the sky. The last time she had broken down was when she had seen the reflections of her parents and after that, she had told herself she would be strong. She asked him, "Sister Isabell spoke about the abilities of touch, potions, and death. I know where I fall into but do you know what are the other two's abilities?"

"The first one has the ability to look at the memories of others by touching people or objects. The second one is a white witch, witches are good with potions and spells but she's also able to purify things around her," Belle nodded at this. This meant both of them had the ability to touch and do things.

She then frowned remembering something, "When I went to the dance class, I touched the doorknob and found a jolt in my body. Everything around me had turned dark."

"Guess someone's dead in that class," Lucas responded to her words.

Belle wondered if she would be able to touch to just see the death before or even after it. She looked back at the dining room, "I want to try something," she said and started to walk out of the double doors of the dining room and Lucas followed where she was going.

Belle made her way to the room that had been locked for some days now. Standing in front of the drawing-room she could feel her nerves starting to act again. A sense of worry loomed above her head but she told herself that she would be alright. This time she was prepared and she had Lucas who stood behind her.

Unlocking the door, she pushed it so that she could step inside the cold room that had been untouched and looked just the way they had left it last time.

Her eyes moved in the quiet and darkroom that lit up only because of the lightning from the sky, walking forward near the carpeted area, she looked around as if searching for something before walking one step back and looking down where she stood.

She then bent down to sit, using both her hands, she placed her hand on the carpet. Closing her hands, she moved her hands, as if she had lost something and she was looking for it in the dark. She kept moving until she finally stopped and her eyes opened.

Lucas who stood behind hadn't interrupted her.

When she finally stood up and turned around, she didn't speak but stared at the ground. Her eyes slowly moving up to meet his eyes, she said,

"I see death," she whispered to him, "I relived it all over again...I need to find if I can know how a person will die," her voice sounded void and somewhere hurt.