Chapter 194 - The Witchy Vampiress- Part 2
Chapter 194 - The Witchy Vampiress- Part 2
Belle entered the room where Lucas and Barron were, where Greed was tied on the bed. If he woke up, the reaper would in a blink of any eye free himself to kill them all. Glancing at the reaper, she sat down on the ground to spread the books and drawings on the floor.
"You found it!" exclaimed Barron, his voice having a tinge of relief in it.
More than Belle and Lucas, Barron wanted to get rid of Greed. He had heard nothing but nasty things about him so far. The way he stole many abilities that didn't belong to him. The reaper literally was reputed for it, turning to one of the powerful Grims in the land of the dead.
"Did you find the markings that need to be done?" asked Lucas.
"Aren't we supposed to draw it? All witches draw before executing their spells on whatever is held inside it," said Barron because he had seen a number of times the witches drawing in the dark before starting a massacre, "Where is the coal? Obviously, I won't reach the ceiling to draw," said Barron being lazy, "Lucas, be ready to draw!"
Belle had the same doubt but these were intricate markings which would need time and precision. If she wasn't wrong, markings when wrong could end up meaning different things and they didn't want to do something regretful.
"Did you go to meet Baltimore?" asked Lucas, his eyes meeting hers where she nodded, "Everything alright?" she gave him a nod.
"He's quiet there," answered Belle before she continued to look for the spells and she came upon a page to say, "Okay, I think I found summoning the demons," which was summoning the death reapers.
"Say why did you pick Guilt to be the one to revive your parents. There should have been others in the list too. They would have given you a better offer and would have actually brought them from death," commented Barron, his small feet walking in the room and trying to take a look with a deep thought as if he knew to read about witchcraft.
Barron had a good question. She could have picked the other eleven reapers but she had decided to choose him out of the whole lot, and if it weren't for the journal that they had found in the room, maybe it would have remained as a mystery.
'The demons appears to be the dullest one out of all but the air of what is written about it. It almost makes me believe that it has a past that is dark and deep which would be hard to find. I wonder if it is because of how I am, that I am drawn towards this demon. They say demons are vile but this one seems to be extremely quiet.'
The words written in the diary of Evelyn Knivetton were always about her thoughts and her daily life. And it looked like she hadn't picked Guilt out of whim when it came to trying to revive her parents back to life.
"I found it!" exclaimed Belle, "Confining the demon to not let it leave," she raised the sheet of paper in her hand but at the same time, Greed who was on the bed started to move slowly as if he were only waking up.
"Uh no," Barron turned to see Greed who was opening his eyes and Barron moved his hands as if to indicate that they had trouble right now,
"He's awake," said Lucas and Greed pulled himself to sit upon the bed. Holding the side of his head where Lucas had struck him
"Guilt, that was too mean," said Greed, "I wanted to help you. You didn't have to hit my head so hard," chuckled the Grim. Barron quickly moved to stand in front of Belle, as if trying to hide her face or her body so that Greed would not notice her.
Lucas who had his back leaned against the wall, pushed himself forward to stand straight, to keep his attention on him so that Greed wouldn't find Belle and go to attack her. He saw the way Barron moved to cover Belle but Barron was a small thing to cover her. Whatever Belle was supposed to do, she was supposed to do it soon. Greed had the power to apparate in and out of a place, similar to him which previously he didn't have.
"You were going to attack something you were not supposed to," he said to Greed who had raised his hand to touch his head.
"Your scythe is quite strong. I would have never guessed for it to wield such power but then I would expect nothing less from your scythe after all it represents you," Greed's lips pulled up to a wide grin.
Belle on the other hand who was trying to concentrate and remember the words of spells was having trouble with Greed talking because her first doubt of it not being him was false. This was Greed and she had heard him speak the day he had killed her. Her red eyes continued to look for the pages without making much movement and Barron stood like a statue in front of her.
"Whose soul are we here for then?" asked Greed.
"I brought you here to catch."
"Catch?" asked Greed, humour in his voice, "I hope it is not me. I can be of so much use for you. We can rule the world, both the realm of the living and dead."
"You should know me better than anyone, Greed. I have no interest in it," answered Lucas.
Greed only smiled, who was yet to turn his head and notice who was in the room, "You only say that but do you mean it? Can you imagine, living without the Hawverts rules? You can do whatever you want. Anything you want."
Lucas' lips twitched at the thought of it. Greed wanted him to rule, that was right but at the same time, there were certain rules he wanted him to follow. For example not having Belle by his side.
"I think I will pass it for now," replied Lucas, walking not too close to him but keeping a distance.
"That's too bad," said Greed, staring into Lucas' eyes to see if there was any doubt and there was none, "If not you then I will have to take up the role of doing it. I will need your help. The great Guilt's abilities will be mine to wield, what do you think?" he asked Lucas.
"Good luck with that," answered Lucas.
In the meantime, Barron, who was standing in front of Belle, tried hard not to move. The way he stood felt slightly uneven as if he would fall to one side but that wasn't all. With his sudden movement of moving around, a small piece of fur had come out and moved up in the air. Gliding down slowly to meet Barron's eyes as it fell right in front of his bunny nose.
He moved his head as gently as he could but it only made the piece of fur glide down to tickle and make him squint,
"ACHOO!"