Belle Adams' Butler

Barron who arrived back in the mansion with had fur completely drenched and dirty with mud appeared to be mad right now. With the servants who had started to retire back to their room from the kitchen, Barron caught sight of Lucas who was getting out of the drawing-room. 

If there were blood and nerves running in the stuffed rabbit, one would have noticed how blood boiled and nerves popped on the rabbit's forehead. Stomping his feet, Barron launched himself on Lucas but the butler caught him in time. 

"What do you think you are doing? Want to be a spider?" asked Lucas catching hold of Barron behind his neck. 

"Let me go, you fucker," Barron flung his hand trying to get hold of Lucas, "How dare you kick me out of the house when I did nothing!!" the rabbit complained, "I will fry you in hot oil."

Lucas gave a look at Barron, keeping the rabbit at a distance as it struggled to reach him. Barron finally stopped moving to hear Lucas say in a calm voice, "Your threats are cute," and this riled the rabbit more and Barron tried to get back at Lucas. 

"YOU KICKED ME OUT OF THE DAMN WINDOW!" Barron shouted.

"And I did it for a reason. You are an insensitive little reaper-"

"Who are you calling little?!" Barron was not happy with the way he was being called little.

Lucas looked at the reaper who was stuck in the rabbit, "Belle is only realizing and noticing her ability. If you're going to scare her about it, she will stop herself from exploring what is there ahead of her."

Barron gave it a second before saying, "But it is true! We are the ones who have the ability to change things subtle which often doesn't work well which is the butterfly flapping its wings. What Belle is capable of…"

"A timekeeper," said Lucas. 

Timekeepers were rare. The last timekeeper was burned alive in the name of being a witch as the man had occurred multiple times in his very own presence that had scared people. He was burned alive like any other witch when in truth he was only a human who didn't know what he was capable of.

"How many powers does a fated star have?"

"One or two," Lucas answered to drop the rabbit down who landed on his feet. Belle had more than two and no one knew what more she was capable of. 

"If you were thinking of keeping her safe and away from the witches, you should be worried about the death reapers coming after her. One whiff of the smell and that would be it," said Barron to start walking along with Lucas. 

Lucas was aware of it. The more abilities in Belle would mean the more powerful and harmful the land of the dead would feel. Who knew that the Lord of the Bonelake had two ghouls who protected him. Some of the things finally started to make sense when it came to the death of some high profile members of the high society. 

"Ghouls are loyal to their masters and creators," said Lucas to Barron, "Even though it comes from the man, it was Belle who pulled out from him and gave it shape. It is too early to say that she knows what she is doing because it is only now that she has started to explore her abilities and she will need to sharpen it for her own use." 

 The only thing they had to make sure was that Belle didn't use it to save people. If their movements cause a butterfly effect, Belle's actions would cause a hurricane. 

"So that was why she was able to understand its garbling language," said Barron who looked back and forth around its body where thick mud was stuck. He quietly glared towards the thirteenth Grim, "What did it want from her?" he asked. 

"To save a girl. Seems like the senses of the ghoul is much better than a Grim Reaper. Soon there's going to be chaotic death that's going to surround us," said Lucas who reached his room and opened the door. Barron was the first one to get in as if it was his own room.

"Chaotic?" asked Barron.

"There's an upcoming massacre that's going to take place in a couple of weeks for the black witches to open the gates so that they can access the black magic for their own use. They have set up three towns in different locations," said Lucas to remove the coat he was wearing and he removed the vest and shirt. He wore a different shirt and then a coat to go with it, "Want to join me outside, Fourth Grim?" he asked the rabbit whose ears perked up. 

"Where are you going?" asked Barron, the last thing he needed was to be hunted by hellhounds and death reapers but then he had Lucas along with him. 

"Out to hunt. It's been a long while since I got to do it," Lucas gave out a kind smile to Barron. 

"Don't smile at me creepily. I will come."

"Says the Grim who looks like a spitting image of a ghost."

Barron then looked at Lucas to say, "What about me? You don't expect me to come out like this, do you?" asked the reaper before folding his hands and waiting for Lucas to do something about it by owning the kick that had sent Barron flying out of the window and stuck in a tree.

"If you're going to take a bath I would be glad to be of your service, rabbit," answered Lucas and he said, "It would be better with you covered in mud. Your scent won't be that obvious to the hellhounds and you won't have to worry about being picked on."

Barron realized he was right and they made out of the mansion by apparating from the room to out in the village which was quiet and asleep.