Belle Adams' Butler

The creatures that appeared in view were nothing like Belle had seen before. All this while she had seen nothing but shadows of the spirits and the death reapers who wore the hooded cloak but this one, they looked like actual dead corpses who were alive. The creature was skeleton but it had facial expressions. 

There were more than five then turned to ten and then to fifteen and Belle gulped. The face, legs, and hands were too lean and they wore robes that looked ragged almost green and black in color. 

"Mighouls," Lucas introduced them to Belle who had her eyes turn wide, "They are one level higher compared to the spirits. They feed on lost souls."

Belle was in the land of the dead, strolling, that had called them to her. The Mighouls screamed so loud like a banshee that was trying to gather the dead around the Adams mansion and that is exactly what happened. 

"How do you fight these?" Belle asked as they approached.

Lucas gave it some thought before he said to Belle, "Don't let them touch you for more than ten seconds. Their hands into your body. Try using your hands and see if you can fight them. There isn't much difference when it comes to handling the spirits and Mighouls. All you need to do is alter the spell words."

Belle asked, "What about you?" she saw him pull out something from his back which was long looking scythe that had come out of nowhere. 

"You damn butler give me my powers back! You don't expect me to sit and watch this! Gimme my scythe!" Barron shouted at Lucas and Lucas gave the rabbit his scythe.

She noticed how the scythe looked almost the same as the ones that were carried by the death reapers. Her eyes went wider when she saw Lucas bring it in front of him. 

"Concentrate, Miss Belle," Lucas looked at her, his gaze on her serious without a hint of a smile on his lips. 

Belle gulped softly, trying to ignore the alarming bells that were ringing in the back of her head, "They are going to wake up the village and others in the mansion."

"Mortals cannot hear them like they can't hear us," Barron was the one who spoke and he looked up at Belle to say, "Don't look shocked that your rabbit is moving. I know it might be traumatic to you as you have never seen any rabbit talk to you," Barron looked up at her smugly, happy that she looked shocked right now. 

Belle wasn't shocked about Mr. Fluffs but it was Lucas who looked nothing less to a reaper. 

"Can you handle yourself?" Lucas asked her but it was Barron who answered him.

"Ha! I will mince them with the snap of my fingers!" he had forgotten that just because he had a scythe didn't mean his hands could create a snap as he was still stuck in the stuffed rabbit. 

Belle gave Lucas a nod. She at least hoped she could. Like he had told her, this was her playground and if there was anything she had to find out, she could find out only through death and she assumed it included the creatures who belonged to the land of the dead. 

Lucas had already shown her how to send the spirits. Manipulation, that is what she had to do but Belle didn't move as she was still in shock from seeing what Lucas was right now. She tried to add up the words he had spoken in the past that hadn't evasive but had subtle words of truth which she or the others had not looked past it.

"Take the left," Lucas said to Barron and the stuffed rabbit walked to the left with the scythe that was thrice the size of what it was. 

"How did they come here? What the fuck is going on in this land?! They aren't supposed to be here," Barron grumbled noticing how the Mighouls were getting closer to them and the Mighoul in front of Barron laughed. 

'Look at you little thing,' mocked one of the Mighouls, when the creature bent down to get hold of the rabbit as there was a soul in there, the scythe moved in a blink of an eye and the Mighoul screamed out in pain. 

"Don't call me little, fucker," cursed Barron not happy to be belittled by a creature below him. 

She noticed how Lucas walked with casual steps where he raised his own scythe that he carried and with one single swipe the creatures turned to smoke but it wasn't permanent as they kept coming again. 

Belle felt the whispers coming behind her and she turned around to see of the creature who had come behind her and before the creature could touch her, she clapped both her hands and let it go to create a blue and white light in the dark that crackled and she touched the Mighoul who cried in pain and disappeared. 

More came and the three of them- Lucas, Belle, and Barron engaged themselves in sending the Mighouls back from where they had come. 

Barron who was fighting in between stopped to look at Belle who was sending the creatures back without any tool of weapon and the girl didn't even belong to the land of the dead. When the thirteenth Grim had spoken of how her soul was in two places, he thought the girl was weak but what he was seeing right now was nothing close to being called as weak. 

When a Mighoul stepped behind her, Lucas killed it, both of them look at each other and it was the last one by then as they had sent every single one of them away. 

As Lucas placed his scythe back, Belle caught his skeleton hand and fingers that were wrapped on the handle of the scythe that disappeared behind his back. 

His black eyes stared at her as Belle asked,

"Are you one of them?"