Belle Adams' Butler

The man stood tall and proud, his face dull like a dead man who lacked any expression or emotion. Edith had realised who had come to meet her right after the first knock and so did Lucas as if they knew who was at the door which was why they left right away. She had her head bowed before she raised it. 

"Crane," she greeted. 

"Edith," Crane greeted her back, "You have a lovely place here. Very mortal-like," came his slow, deliberate words. His eyes moved to look at the room he stood in, which was small but dark. 

"It is easier to blend. The mortals will label me as a witch if I don't act like them," Edith replied for the man not to respond who was looking at the things around him, but he wasn't looking. He was smelling the scent of the two individuals who had disappeared before Crane had pushed the door open. 

"Hmm. Who was your visitor?" asked Crane. His eyes came to fall and settle on her. Crane knew well that Edith was the medium between the dead and the mortal.

The Hawverts being the main ones who were placed with the responsibility of looking over the land of the dead while watching the land of the living on sidelines, they were powerful enough to command the Grims, but not all Grims well under their words of spell to be obedient. The Hawverts couldn't control the first few Grims who were positioned to be part of the thirteen cards like- Edith, Warth, Rower and Guilt. They had their own assigned position and powers that could not be shaken by the hands of the three Hawverts. 

Edith was the only person who had the possible answers, but she never revealed it. It was not in her nature to speak things with others who were of no concern. 

"Which visitor are you asking about?" asked Edith, her eyes calmly looked at Crane who stared back at her, "This is a school. There are a lot of people who walk in and out of here. Would be hard to say which one you are talking about." 

Crane knew the secrets that Edith kept, but he couldn't push to threaten her for an answer. His dull eyes continued to look at her. "Why don't you take a seat?" Edith offered. 

"I haven't come here to take a seat, Edith. I came here to give you an important work," said Crane and Edith turned her head towards him, "I need you to report to me if you find any fluctuations in the land here." 

"Fluctuation?" asked Edith. 

"Yes," answered Crane, "There has been a scent of a living person in the land of the dead. The person entered the land and left before I could catch her."

"It's a girl?" asked Edith, keeping her voice even which she had practiced for centuries, "A living being cannot come to pass through and come back again."

Crane nodded his head, his eyes staring at her without blinking them, "It's not supposed to happen, but it has. I need to know who that girl is. Bring her to me." 

Edith didn't get to speak another word, and Crane had already left the room, and she stared at the emptiness that was left in the room. She didn't have to check too far to know that the girl Crane was talking about. It was Belle Adams. 

Back in the Adams' mansion, Lucas and Belle apparated back in one of the rooms. Walking out of the drawing-room, Barron was the first one to greet them, "How did your time with Edith go? I am sure you have drawn out a full-fledged plan of what to do and our next step," said the rabbit following them. 

"Crane is here-"

"What?! WHY IS HE HERE!??" shouted Barron in shock, "You know what? I am boarding out of this little boat. To begin with, it had a lot of holes, and we are going to drown! We are going to be found out-"

"That's going to happen anyway. The other Grims and the hellhounds have been sent to bring back the fallen Grims," answered Lucas and Barron brought both his hands up, pulling his long ears. 

"I am aborting this mission! Give me my body back right now! No no, I am okay with this furry thing," said Barron, taking a few steps away from them, readying himself to leave, "I am leaving this mansion. You can keep those other two Grims for yourself."

"Barron," Belle called the rabbit who turned his head. 

"Yes, you can come with me too. It is time you left this troublesome Grim reaper," replied Barron, and it brought a smile on her face. 

She then said, "I was going to say that if the reapers could smell you in the cemetery, I don't think it should be any trouble for the Grims and the hellhounds to smell and find you," she reminded him of the day when a reaper was about to take him back with him—hearing this, Barron stopped moving. He then returned to stand in front of Lucas and Belle. 

Barron coughed, "I will be extending my stay in the Adams' mansion."

Lucas rolled his eyes at Barron's antics. 

"Please tell me you have found out about the other spirits," Barron looked at them with a hopeful expression.

"Edith said that when the order was passed to send the Grims and the others through the portal, the spirits must have slipped through," replied Lucas, "How is the councilman?"

"Still unconscious," answered Barron and then hopped around, "What else?"

"That is all," hearing this Barron shook his head, looking at them.

"What do you mean? You were out there for nearly two hours," Barron tapped his feet, looking at both of them and Belle smiled to say,

"I will go check on the councilman," she said, walking ahead and Lucas' eyes trailed at her before looking back at Barron, "We need to dig her parents grave."

"Again?" asked Barron in surprise. 

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