Belle Adams' Butler

When Edith had mentioned to Hana that she had to clean the blood spots, Belle had thought that the First of the cards was joking, but she wasn't. The woman had made sure that the spoiled pureblooded vampiress cleaned the spots of blood while dragging the man out from here she had come here to the class with. The look on Hana's face said that she was more than mortified by cleaning the floor and she wouldn't be showing up here to class for a very long time. 

"You had to instigate the mortal," Edith gave a look at Lucas who offered her a smile. 

"I was merely returning the favour," he answered as they followed her to her underground chamber. When they reached the room, he brought his hand towards his face, touching the split lip. Belle had stopped him from doing it, and she used her handkerchief to remove the stains of blood on his face. 

Belle had him sit down on the chair while she dipped the kerchief and asked him, "Does it hurt?" she asked him worriedly. She had never seen him get beaten. Instead, she had seen him hit others. Her red eyes looked at Lucas with worry that made him content with her expression, "Does it?" Belle repeated her question. 

Edith rolled her eyes at Lucas who had not responded, "He will be fine, Belle," she said taking a seat behind the desk, "He is a Grim reaper, a small hit like that is not even counted as a scratch."

Belle looked at Edith who gave her a nod and then at Lucas, who only smiled at her. There was blood in his mouth, which he had to wash with water and the cut on his lips. When the man had hit Lucas, she had felt uncomfortable, and if it was possible, she would have placed a spell to have the man drop on the ground as if his body was frozen. 

Lucas enjoyed the attention before but after receiving the memories of being Guilt, he cherished and loved the way Belle's eyes would worry for him. 

"I am okay, Belle," he assured her but the girl couldn't tear her eyes away from the wound he received. 

He pulled the chair for her to sit. Feeling Edith's eyes, he turned his gaze to the first Grim of the cards. 

"Surely you both didn't come here to attend the dance class now, did you?" she asked them. 

"We have a situation," Lucas informed her and Edith frowned, knowing Lucas would not come to see her for silly reasons. 

"What is it?" she asked him.

Lucas then said, "There seems to be a crack in the wall between the land of the dead and the living where the creatures are able to pass freely into the land of the living. The spirits are eating the new souls and taking their form to be here." 

"The spirits have often come down to the land of the living, but I don't think they have ever taken forms. It is usually when they come down here they find the host. If it did, I would have heard about it by now from the Hawverts," Edith reasoned.

"The Hawverts don't know about it yet?" Lucas asked, and his lips twitched, wondering if the Hawverts had anything to do with it. 

"Wait, I think there was an order to bring the four Grims back and hellhounds have been released into the land of the living," said Edith, "It might be possible that the spirits came through the same time gap when the other Grims, reapers and hellhounds were sent out from there."

Belle, who heard this, felt herself turn pale. They had been receiving bad news one after another, and it seemed like it was not stopping anywhere. The Hawverts had sent the hellhounds and other reapers in search of Lucas and the others, this was not good news but a catastrophic one, "Are they all here now?" she asked Edith who gave her a nod. 

 "Not everyone is in this town nor in this land, but they have scattered themselves. It is easier to search and get the information when everyone has spread out making it much easier to catch," Edith's words were calm as she wasn't the one who was involved in this mess, "I heard you caught another Grim. Who is it?" she asked curiously. 

 "The one who is too attached to me," answered Lucas in the same calm voice that had Belle wonder if she was the only person who was worried about the creatures coming to look for Lucas, Barron and the others. 

 "He must be enjoying being trapped by you. He is quite the masochist when it comes to you," Edith chuckled softly. Her back leaning against the chair she sat. Looked like there were people who were aware of the sixth's Grim's attachment to Lucas, thought Belle to herself. 

"We wanted to know who else has taken a form, which soul has returned back recently," for the spirits to pick Belle's parents soul, it felt far too coincidental unless there was a pattern or link to find who else had come back from the dead. 

"I will need to find out about it. It will take time to spot people. I am no witch, but the girl is," Edith said, turning to Belle, "It seems like you have opened half of your abilities. Time is ticking, Belle. If you don't act fast there will be consequences." 

"We didn't know we were having guests over," answered Belle, a smile on her lips before exhaling the air. 

"These things that are happening are only interruptions, trying to steer you away from your path," stated the first Grim. Belle had figured out that much. The time was indeed something to think about. 

Just as they were speaking, the door to the room was knocked. The knock was hard and loud that had the three of them turn their heads to look at the door. On the second knock that was placed on the door, threatening to break down, Lucas said,

"Later," in a blink of an eye both Lucas and Belle disappeared from the room, and the door of the room didn't open. A man entered the room, his eyes pitch black. It was one of the Hawverts, Crane. 

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