Before Lucas' foot took a step inside the tower, his entire appearance and scent of smell went back the way it was before he had turned to a fallen Grim reaper. He was back to his original aloof self and the reapers who noticed him bowed their head at him.

As the grim reaper held the second-highest position in the land of the dead, a lot of them knew when a Hawvert or a Grim stepped near them. Lucas didn't appear often in front of the crowd or in the meeting that was held in the tower. Even if he attended the meetings, he never made his presence known to others that left a mystery about his existence.

Lucas continued to walk up the tower behaving as if he knew nothing while knowing everything that the other lower death reapers didn't know of.

The death reapers who looked at him whispered at the sides.

When he finally made his way to the room that belonged to him, he went to the drawer to pull out the book that he had hidden. The book of Vervus. Walking around the room, he picked up another book that was of the same size but white in colour which was only bound parchments with no leather case.

Lucas being the original Grim, who was made by Crane possessed the ability to tap into the forbidden magic with one single finger, it was obvious that the four creations of Crane's would possess the same ability. Lucas snapped his fingers, for the magic to move from one end to another, for the parchments to have a bind from the end, and to create a similar leather case to wrap it.

He took hold of the newly created bind of the book, going through the parchments in there. As he flipped the empty pages, the ink started to flow to create words in the language of the dead. When Lucas was moving around the original book of Vervus, it fell down from the desk. Noticing this, he was about to pick it up when the door to his room opened.

"Cross," said the Hawvert who had opened the door.

"Winston," Lucas gave a bow to him before raising his head to look at Winston whose eyes shifted to look at the book that Lucas held in his hand.

"It is good that you have returned from work. I have a task for you, with your book," Winston smiled and turned around to pause, to make sure Lucas was following him. He then started to walk, when the Grim reaper left the desk. Lucas pushed the book that had fallen on the ground under the table and carried the false book with him out of the room.

"What did you need?" asked Lucas to Winston.

"There's someone I need to question and thought I would take your expertise. I thought you were in the living," commented Winston, "When did you return back here?"

Lucas could sense that Winston wanted the book, which was why he had entered the room in the first place, regardless of Lucas being there or not. There were some things Lucas believed that were needed to be done, even if it looked like it didn't happen. It was similar to how Belle had saved the soul of the Lord of Bonelake. Though it looked like one didn't need help, it still needed to be checked to fall in line with the present.

This was because, Lucas didn't remember leaving the book out in the open. Before the time of turning to a fallen Grim, he had not taken the book from here. Once a reaper stood against the rules, the higher authorities took away everything that once used to belong to the reaper. The book would have been in the possession of the Hawverts but the book had ended up in the land of the living.

Without questioning, Lucas followed Winston to his chamber that was darker with little to no light. When he entered the room, he noticed a woman's body that laid on the ground of the room.

"Who is this?" asked Lucas, his eyes moved to look at Winston.

"Someone who was trying to trespass and I knocked her out," came the fluent lie from Winston and Lucas nodded his head even though he didn't buy the lie. "I have been trying to wake her up but there has been some problem. I was hoping you can use your book."

Lucas wondered who the woman was. She looked dead, something very similar to the girl who Barron had pulled out from the river of the dead. He doubted it was a wandering soul.

"You will need to get a white witch for it," replied Lucas, "A soul of a witch in the land of the dead or a mortal white witch to get it working. Maybe you can ask Crane," he proposed testingly. Though he proposed Crane's name, Lucas was not keen on meeting him right now. Winston was not the one who had created him but it was Crane which would only make it more probable for him to be caught.

"Huh," came the response from Winston, "I probably will ask him. You don't mind, if I borrow your book for a while, do you?"

There was, Winston's actual intention. He wanted the book for his own use. Lucas stared at Winston for a few seconds. He then stretched his hand forward to give the book.

"I will return it to you later, Cross," chimed Winston, waiting for Lucas to leave and the Grim reaper left to the Hawvert's pleasure.

Lucas went back into the room, picking up the book that he has pushed under the table. He had given the wrong book to Winston for his use. Then he wrote a note to Crane,

'I am taking some time off. Don't let anyone know about it.'

Folding the piece of paper which he had written the note in, he stepped out of his room and went out of the tower. Once he stepped away from the spilt magic that was around the tower, he stopped walking and turned to look up at the room that belonged to Crane.

The piece of paper that was in his hand caught fire and turned to smoke in a second. The next second Lucas apparated out of there.