Belle Adams' Butler

Belle who woke up in the morning after having an eventful time last night, got ready to leave the room to see the Grim when Lucas stopped her right at the door,

"Good morning, Belle," he wished her, leaning forward and kissing one side of her temple. A greeting she would never be tired of. She was more than ecstatic with the fact that she and Lucas were lovers in their previous life. Like many things, she would have never guessed it. To share something so pure as the irreversible bond, she could tell it was given by Guilt, Lucas' former self. 

"Good morning, Lucas," she responded back with a smile.

"Your breakfast is ready. Would you like to have it right now or after you are done washing and changing your clothes?" asked Lucas, a trait which he hadn't let go even after he had come out as a Grim Reaper in front of her. Somewhere it made her smile and chuckle. 

"I will have it now," she answered to have him nod and she followed him down the stairs with her bare feet. With morning that arrived, the birds had started to sing and the clouds that often hovered up in the sky had moved out to let the sunlight fall on the ground but that was only because the raining season had been moved away and Winter had come forth in the land of Bonelake. 

Taking a seat at the table, a napkin was pulled up and placed on her lap. The maid named Cassie arrived to see the butler and Mistress sitting at the table. Though the butler didn't eat anything, he accompanied the Miss while bringing forward the dishes that were made for this morning. The maid along with the rest of the staff in the mansion was happy with the progress of their relationship. It was good to see that the Miss had someone to rely on and wasn't alone. 

Belle who noticed the maid smile looking at them smiled back, "Thank you," she thanked the girl and after she left the dining room, Belle asked Lucas, "How is the Grim reaper?" 

"Frustrated and angry, but it should be alright. He is unable to get out of the cell thanks to you," Lucas raised the glass of blood that she had taken a sip to share the drink as he took a sip from it before placing it back on the surface of the table.

"Will it be safe? I heard from Barron that he was a Whisperer," said Belle, showing concern in her face as they were keeping a reaper who didn't want to stay here, "Why not put him into a doll?"

"It would be harder to contain him if we did that. The markings you have made, they are much more reaper proof. I don't think I have come across it before but strangely it does feel familiar," said Lucas to her, "You will need to see if you can gather more of the spells and markings for demons you used to summon before."

Belle found it strange. To think that she was a white witch while right now she was a vampire. 

She didn't remember anything about her past but if Evelyn was her and they were sharing the same fate with the same bodies, then maybe it was possible to remember and recollect what she had done. 

"I will try to remember," she gave her word to him, "Was he of any help?" 

Lucas shook his head, "Grim reapers are rather stubborn. They don't listen and or speak out unless they want to. Torturing is slightly hard in this case which I might not be able to do because the only thing I can do is to cease their soul, erasing them like they never existed except for people's memories. But you Belle, you might have an answer to it."

The faith Lucas was putting in her was making her skin tingle and she could only hope that she would remember it soon. Spells and markings were something she hadn't deal with before. 

"I found a few things in the room. You have some writings and it spoke of how you trapped a demon in hope to retrieve your parent's soul."

"Were you the demon?" Belle asked with an awkward smile. 

"Yes," Lucas offered her a smile, "I am guessing that I wanted to leave but you didn't allow me," she gave him a nod before taking a bite from the bun that was baked in the kitchen. By what she could tell, her parents were not brought back from the dead but Guilt had stayed around with her.

The more she tried to go through and rerun the events that she saw in the past, she felt that Guilt and Evelyn's relationship wasn't an easy one. Neither of them had shown their feelings too openly and it was kept in a very polite manner. Even after death, it felt like there was a fence between them which they had tried to either keep or remove. 

"What else did you read?" asked Belle, her voice and eyes looking at him curiously. 

"You cooked food by yourself as I couldn't digest the food that was eaten by mortals of the living. A reaper takes time to get used to this world, to adjust. There are some of us, who feed on the remains of the dead," he said, picking up a fruit and starting to cut it evenly. Belle didn't know how to feel by hearing that the reapers ate the dead, "Do not worry I don't eat it. You created many potions, mixing it with magic to open up the gates and bring back your parents."

"Is it possible?" 

"As far as I know, you need the bodies to put their soul back. Without a soul, the body will start to rot and die. It is hard to preserve a body but I am guessing you tried to use the potions on your parents before finally giving up on it as it wasn't possible."