Belle Adams' Butler

Deciding to read it later, Lucas started to fold the parchment and place it in his pocket when Barron stopped by placing his fluffy hands-on Lucas' arm, "Wait, I wasn't done reading!"

"Nosey little rabbit," Lucas murmured under his breath, "You shouldn't read the letters to a lover. You are still a small thing," said Lucas and Barron gave the butler a look. 

"Come on, I have no other entertainment here. My life is dull and grey," Barron sang dramatically. 

"It won't be grey once Baltimore wakes up. Come we need to check on him," said Lucas, walking out of the room and Barron followed behind him before giving the room another look. 

"You know, we should probably negotiate and join him with us. Collect as many collectable Grims and had them assorted them here. What do you think, Lucas?" asked Barron as they made their way towards the corridor. By the time they had reached the room which Belle had opened from the secret wall, they saw Baltimore who was wide awake and was trying to get out of the cell and room. Baltimore was snapping his fingers continuously, trying to apparate out of this mansion. 

"Balti, you are up," said the rabbit walking forward. 

Baltimore had a confused expression as he looked at the stuffed toy. He had never seen anything like this before, "What are you doing with a voodoo doll, Lucas?" asked Baltimore.

Barron not liking to be called as a voodoo doll snapped, "Who are you calling a voodoo doll you fucker! Burn him in plushie!" Barron complained, raising his hand to point towards Baltimore who stood inside the cell.

"Get me out of this place, Lucas," Baltimore said with a kind smile but it didn't affect Lucas one bit. 

"Don't smile at me like that. It's disgusting," Lucas responded back and Baltimore's smile fell down from his face. 

"Come help me open this door and we can speak," Baltimore tried to persuade him but Lucas only crossed his arms against his chest, looking at the tenth Grim, "I have been trying to find you everywhere and I knew you were close by. Somewhere near the church protecting the white witch, but I would have never guessed you would be here," Baltimore's eyes moved to look at Lucas, "A butler," Baltimore laughed loudly where his voice echoed in the empty cell where he was the only one standing there. 

"Why?" asked Lucas, his face now barely showing any expression which was blank as a wall, "I thought picking up souls was something you considered beneath you but you went as far as to lend your help to the black witches. Being a butler shouldn't be so bad when compared to breaking the law of not letting a soul pass from this world and having it lose somewhere else, how irresponsible of you-"

"Bastard," Baltimore gritted his teeth against him, "I know you were the one who did it. I could smell you in the church but I could not find where your scent disappeared outside which made it difficult for me to track you until now." 

Lucas tched, shaking his head as if he didn't agree, a smile coming up on his lips with his cold eyes placed on the Tenth Grim, "I don't even know what you are talking about. I have been here for some time in the realm of the living that I decided to attend church-"

"Bullshit. You have no faith in God, you have faith in nothing. A cold Grim reaper of the Thirteenth. Did you know you were not supposed to exist? Originally, it was only supposed to be twelve Grims."

Lucas and Barron who had heard just recently about how Lucas was the former twelfth Grim, asked, "I existed before you did."

"Yes, I existed and was born along with you as the Grim's weren't born in order. It was in random and they used what little was there to create you but you little bugger decided to frame me," Baltimore shook his head in disbelief, "Who knew you would trap me like this. Why? Did you like the white witch that much? Don't you know witches are not to be trusted? They bring you nothing but troubles."

Barron who had taken a seat to enjoy the Baltimore inside the cell titled his head, his floppy ears shifting along to the side, "Are you speaking about yourself?"

"Who is this little fucker?"

"This little fucker is Barron, you bitch," Barron retorted back in the same speed as Baltimore commented. 

Baltimore stared at the rabbit for many seconds before he started to chuckle, "That is not possible. Did you decide to be a rabbit?" asked the Grim Reaper, "How did you end up there? The fourth Grim of plague bringer is now in a stuffed toy. What a joke." 

"If you don't behave you will be the next stuffed cotton," Barron tried to warn him. 

"Such a scary little bunny," Baltimore tried to baby talk at Barron, "Why don't you come to give me a hand, Barron. I will release you from that body and also clear the name that has been raising up with bounty in the land of the dead."

Barron stared at Baltimore, somewhere in the back of his mind he could imagine himself on the old posters stuck on the walls with a wanted sign on it. 

"Come on, Barron. Don't tell me the great Fourth Grim wants to live in the pitiful realm of the living," Baltimore continued to persuade Barron. 

Lucas in the meantime didn't interrupt their conversation. Baltimore was one of the Grims who was useful yet dangerous at the same time. His words of whispers were enough to change the mind of a person and do his bidding. Lucas wanted to see how much Baltimore could affect Barron. 

"Come unlock this cell, Barron," said Baltimore and Barron took a step forward and another one in a trance state until he stood right in front of Baltimore's cell.