To His Hell and Back-Chapter 201: The One Sealed Away-II

"Sealed her?" Arabella walked toward her grandmother in a stun, "What do you mean by sealed her? You murdered her and then you claim that it isn’t a murder but a sealing?"

"We really didn’t murdered her!" Charles yelled, angered as he had never been yelled by Arabella who had always turned mute despite all the anger she contained in her heart. Though Arabella had always been someone quick to speak what she had in her mind whether those thoughts were good or bad, she had never been able to bring herself to snap back at her father, knowing well that despite all that he had done, he wasn’t to blame.

But now it had changed. Arabella had found out that her father was always the scumbag he had been and he never once had a reason for all the gambling and anger that he always held against her and Ariel.

"You didn’t murdered her? Then where is she?!"

"In the coffin! underneath the flooring of the old temple in this village!" Charles yelled back at her and at once their expressions, all turned into a stun.

Charles and Mrs Rath’s face turned stunned as the slip up wasn’t meant to be done while Arabella was in shocked as she heard that her mother was put alive inside a coffin and then buried under the ground.

"You... Monster," she gasped, her lips trembling. Tears caught to her eyes but not out of sadness, rather it was anger, anger that burned so badly that she could feel her entire body shaking.

"But she is alive!" Mrs Rath yelled, "We really didn’t killed her. We asked one of those man’s people to help us put her inside the coffin and while we did manage to do it years ago she managed to escape!"

Cassius who had gone quiet as he thought about the informations that were piled up let out a small hum, "I see. So who is this man you keep mentioning. No way, does he have a long silver hair and bright green eyes?"

Arabella could hear the faint shock slipping out as a gasp coming from the two on the floorboard and she narrowed her eyes, "Morpheus. Again?"

Cassius turned to her, "What do you mean by again?"

She slowly turned at him with a nervous expression, "Well I- I had a dream. It didn’t feel like one and felt real."

"Like it was your own memory?" He guessed and she nodded.

"It was about me as a child and Morpheus visiting us. It was odd, he seemed angry. Then I saw him slitting my mother’s ne-," Arabella felt nauseous recalling it, cupping her mouth with her hands as she swallowed the nervousness that kept bubbling up as she pieced together all the puzzles about herself. "Then I thought she was dead but she didn’t. If my mother could truly come back from the death..."

"That’s impossible," Cassius answered and she blinked back at him, confused. He sighed softly and answered her, "If she could come back from death, Morpheus wouldn’t have killed her by slicing her neck. He would have immediately put her inside the coffin like he had suggested to these garbages."

"But they were sure it was my mother and I have grew up with her, I knew she was my mother," she reasoned and Cassius went quiet as he didn’t deny it.

"Exactly, something is terribly amiss here. Morpheus coming to this village to harm your mother by sealing her inside a coffin. It sounds like revenge to me," he hummed, "I would kill someone who I hate immediately but if I can’t, perhaps sealing them away in a dark place forever would be better. This would mean Morpheus held such deep hatred toward your mother or maybe the person who was sealed who looks like your mother."

Arabella refuses to believe that she has two mothers, one who was killed by Morpheus when she was younger and then the other one who was sealed into the coffin. She refused to believe it yet it does make a little sense... after all ever since her mother’s neck was slit that day, she had became someone extremely kind. No more anger, no more hits, and instead she was as lovely as an angel which was why she had been shocked when she found out that her mother had ran away with another man.

Two women. Two mothers?

One killed. One sealed?

"Where is the coffin?" Cassius then questioned as he pulled Charles aside. Throwing him with such effortless move toward the fence. "Show the way and you old woman, follow us."

Arabella didn’t stop him, following behind him as they made their way to the highest hill of the village. Charles had dragged his body in fear as he kept turning around as if trying to make a run but knew that he couldn’t go so far before Cassius captured him, and thus refrained from being too reckless.

Mrs Rath also followed them slowly, huffing for breaths and though she had tried to run away earlier, she couldn’t as she felt something had held her which made her shivered in fear and followed them obediently.

Arabella watched the two of them with a sigh, wondering how was it that she was related to these two. But she could tell that her father really was her grandmother’s son seeing how cowardly both of them were in making their choices.

Such as sealing as living person inside a coffin.

She shuddered, wondering if her second mother was really alive, after all how could someone remain breathing and alive after being sealed inside a coffin for years?

They reached the temple not longer than five minutes. The temple wasn’t far but not that many people had visited the place as it had been abandoned ever since the priestess had died of old age, leaving the place unattended.

In front of the church was an old oak tree that seemed as if it had been suck out of its energy, weak and barely keeping itself from falling apart, as if a touch could destroy it to ashes and nothingness.

"This place does smell as bloody as the castle," Cassius remarked as they stopped in front of the wooden door of the temple. The building dark and pitch black even though when it was built the walls were white and pristine.

But now it looked nothing less than a gothic chapel, the stained glass broken and the place creaked with webs and dusts.