Belle Adams' Butler

Stepping into the room where some potions were lined in the little rack, he wondered who the girl was who was with Isabell earlier. To come here into this room would mean the girl knew there was more to the priestess.

"I see new potions. What are they for?" asked Lucas when his eyes fell on red potions that looked like blood but the liquid looked much smoother than blood as blood usually thickened unless the preservatives were added into it.

"There have been new sightings of black witches."

"Why don't you let the council do the work? Are you planning to get caught and exposed?" he asked her, he looked her in her eye.

Lucas didn't know how long it was as he had lost the count of years but he remembered that day very clearly. People like him and her were not supposed to take part in this world and they were only supposed to look at the people following the path of good, evil, or the path of idiocy. But Lucas had already broken the rule long ago.

In the past, Sister Isabell was the lady of Valeria which was one of the four lands like the land of Bonelake. Isabell was killed in the middle of the village where the humans had burned her alive but with the use of the potions, she had reincarnated which was for a limited duration of time. Though it was the humans who had killed her, there was some speculation that spoke of how the council was involved in her death before she had come to be a priest in this church.

"The council is filled with untrusting people. It is hard to believe that they would do a job when it comes to removing the black witches when some of them are trying to preserve them," said Isabell getting around the table to take a seat in front of Lucas, "There have been recent reporting of black witches being seen and traces about them but the magistrate hasn't done anything."

"I guess it is time for him to be replaced then," Lucas stated to see Isabell smile, "What did you want to discuss?"

"Do you remember the time when the black witches' magic was sealed away years ago?"

"What about it?" he was there when that was happening. A lot of grim reapers had arrived because of the number of deaths that had taken place in Wovile which was the land of North.

"There are black witches who are bringing other black witches, humans, white witches, vampires to open the gates and unbind the magic which we locked back then so that it couldn't be used. Word is that they are trying to reach out for it again," Isabell knew Lucas didn't help people. The man didn't bother with others nor did he feel obligated to walk on the path of righteousness.

"Seems like a movement. Except that it is not going to be good for the people who are living here," a smirk appeared on his lips. The creatures always thought they were better than others until the right time came where they understood they were holding the short stick.

"New theories have been formed, Lucas and it falls under your land."

"I am listening," Lucas said knowing the lady had something very important to say.

The white witch pulled open a scroll to spread it across the table. It was a black scroll that had constellations like markings spread out on it, "I got this from a black witch."

Though Isabell didn't tell it out loud, Lucas understood that she had to kill the black witch to acquire this scroll. Black witches were selfish beings compared to white witches who gave out everything easily which included their very own life.

"When I bound the black magic along with the other first generation of white witches, we did it purely hoping it would never come to reach back in the hands of the black witches. Some of us made use of the forbidden magic which resulted in their death. The forbidden magic comes from your very own land, Lucas. Have you heard of the fateful stars?" she asked him.

He gave her a nod, his black soulless eyes staring into her eyes, "They help in driving the events forward or holding them back."

"I was hunting the black witches in the far West when I came upon this black witch who had this scroll. She spoke about the black witches discovering it that there were three stars being created to drive the events. The same black witches who are trying to unbind the black magic. I made a bit more research by looking through the books which I wrote before I tapped into the forbidden magic."

"You did not," Lucas' eyes narrowed to look at her. Everyone knew that if a white witch practiced or touched the forbidden magic, darkness was bound to follow where they would start to convert to a black witch. The kind nobody liked.

"It's alright," she spoke softly, "My body is already giving up and I might hardly have a few more weeks. Anyway, I found out that there are three fated stars and each star denotes a person with distinguished ability."

Lucas' lips twisted when he said, "If I am not wrong, aren't the fated stars born to prevent the catastrophe? Unless the black witches catch hold of them and try to sway their minds to join them, the black witches would never be successful in their efforts to unbind the black magic for use. Did you find who are the fateful persons?"

"Two of them so far," she answered making him curious and then he said,

"It was the girl who was here a while ago."

"Vivian. If I am not wrong she is the first star. The black witches call it the alignment of stars," said Isabell before she continued to say, "A few months ago, in the Carmichael's family some members died which was demonstrated by the black witches. I believe the black witches thought it was someone from the family and later dropped it. Vivian works there."

"The black witches sure are easy to fool," said Lucas as he had been watching them like the others for years now, "What's her ability?"

"The sense of touch. The next one is the girl Damien Quinn bought from the market. I heard about someone who died in their household. The condition was similar to the way the Duke's parents died."

Lucas still didn't know why and what the white witch wanted from him that she thought to discuss this with him.

"What makes you think I am interested in looking for something that is of no use for me. A spell like that isn't easy to find," he asked getting up from the seat.

Isabell looked at the grim reaper with a small smile, "For the sake of the girl." The white witch knew Lucas for long enough to know that he had grown an attachment to the girl even though he would never admit to it in open,

"Every star has a defect. One who was turned from a vampire to a human. Another whose ability to be a witch was taken away and the third is next to you whose soul is half gone. She might be the third star."