Belle Adams' Butler

Guilt and Creed's scythe's clashed against each other. Sparks erupting every time the metals touched. Neither of them held back and they continued to attack each other. Guilt didn't show his rage even though he was angry and he had lost the person he had grown attached with, in this world. 

Not going easy, he moved his scythe that had Creed exclaim, "Easy there!" and his leg touched a bucket that had been placed in the middle of the corridor to fall down, "Come now. Show me the anger that you have," Creed provoked him with a grin on his face but Guilt didn't give in to the reapers satisfaction and instead continued to fight him. Using his very own powers, electric sparks flew from his hands that had Creed fall back on the ground. 

"You could have talked to me," said Guilt as Creed tried to stand up. 

"And do what? You broke the rule, Guilt."

Guilt's eyes hardened, "You cost lives here. Lives that had nothing to do with you."

"If you didn't harbour feelings for her this wouldn't have happened. Hell, if you had just not interacted with her she would still be alive."

Guilt's eyes were placed sharp on Creed, "You would have killed her anyway."

Creed chuckled, nodding his head to say, "You are right. I would have killed her." 

Creed then suddenly disappeared from where he was and came to stand behind Guilt, using his hand to push through the Guilt's chest from behind and twist the bones that were in there, "What is wrong, Guilt? Has living in this mortal world turned you weak? It feels like you are not yourself anymore. Where are those amazing abilities?" 

Guilt didn't answer but moved his body forward to twist the other Grim's hand but like Creed mentioned, Guilt didn't have the abilities he had right now. Creed continued to make damage and he removed the bones from Guilt's chest to have the man fall on the ground. 

"So weak. It's pathetic," stated Creed looking down at Guilt who sat next to the girl who was dead. Evelyn's eyes were open and her lips parted. "Tell me...Was it worth it?" he asked, "Soon you will be gone. A vacancy in the twelfth Card. People will remember you for the shame that you brought to us."

Guilt didn't answer the Grim reaper. Instead, he moved towards the girl and ran his hand over Evelyn's eyes to close them. 

"I will make sure even Rower won't let her in. Let her soul wander around and turn to a spirit as a punishment for what she has associated herself with," Creed smiled looking down at both of them, "Was a misfortune that I didn't get to spend more time with you. I did admire you, Guilt," said Creed, "Goodbye, unless you are woken up," his body started to defragment from his legs. 

Creed didn't stay and he left for what he had come here to do.

Guilt took Evelyn's hand in his, running his thumb over her hand, "Soon," he whispered to her. 

In the morning, when the officials were informed about the many deaths that had taken place in the Knivetton's mansion, they had run a search to see the maids and the other servants had been killed gruesomely. The above chamber of the lady, where she rested, it was spotted with blood to conclude that she had been hurt but they never found the body. 

The case was left open for two months and at that time, one of the councilmen who was looking at the mansion had found the book that ended up being added in the box of unsolved mysterious disappearance that went to the storage room and resided there for decades. 

Belle now sat on the cold ground in the dark. 

She was still trying to wrap her head around what she saw and what she came to know. Her chest had grown anxious. Standing up, she looked at the reflection of herself. Pulling out the dress she wore to see her neck which was empty. Evelyn Knivetton looked like her. It was possibly her. A past life she didn't know she had. 

Belle didn't know how far the person was her whom she had seen.

After all, Belle was no white witch and she was a vampire. Without waiting, Belle quickly left the mansion as she needed answers. She knew Isabell was gone but there was still one person she could rely on. 

In the dark and alone, she made a quick dash to the church. Running inside she saw Father Connor who was at the chapel, lighting the candles which was done by the late priestess. 

"Miss Adams?" Father Connor gave out a surprised look. 

"I need your help," she said, her breath falling short as she had run from the mansion until here, "Do you know the spell of disappearing and appearing marks. To hide the," she was looking for answers and he gave her a nod. 

With a sigh of relief, she pulled the dress away from her neck and said, "I need you to run your spell here," Father Connor was utterly confused as to what was going on but he obliged to help her. 

Father Connor, raised his hand and uttered a spell, a whisper that carried itself around her. 

The witcher at first didn't see anything but in a few seconds, something came to resurface from under her skin, making it prominent to look at. It was a mark of one single wing that was broken from the bottom.

Seeing Father's Connor's face that had a frown, she asked, "What do you see?"

"A broken wing," answered Father Connor. The man didn't know what it was.

Belle reached her hand to push the dress back and said, "Thank you for your help, Father Connor," a small smile appearing on her lips for the help he provided. 

"No problem. What mark is it?" he asked her, curious. 

"If I am not wrong, it's an irreversible bond," answered Belle.