Belle Adams' Butler

Lucas and Barron reached the gates of the cemetery, walking in the dark with no lantern in their hands as they didn't need one. Both the Grim reapers started to move towards the graves of Mr. and Mrs. Adams that was buried in the ground. 

"You know this cemetery makes me worried after the last time the reaper tried to attack me," said Barron, walking beside Lucas as his head moved left and right to see the cemetery deserted.

"You will be fine this time," replied Lucas, his own eyes taking in the fog that was right now covering the lands along with the snow that had fallen on the ground, "You have your scythe with you now."

"Yes, for that I need to beat the reaper to the point where he won't remember me, because all our scythe screams that we are no regular reapers," said Barron, continuously moving. His ears flopped as he walked, his tail swishing left and right. 

Lucas heard the owl hoot that sat at a distant tree, "They won't know that we are the Grims. If all the reapers used their brains, we wouldn't be having the thirteen cards of the Grims to look after the other creatures. Even if we do come to meet a few of the intelligent ones, I am sure Barron the great will send them back to the land of the dead," Barron gave a dry look at Lucas. 

"Ha ha ha. So funny my belly hurts," said Barron, "Are you not worried that Crane is here? If I am not wrong, he never comes down to the land of the living. Maybe he's come just three times-"

"Two times," Lucas corrected the rabbit. 

"Just two damn times!" Barron exclaimed, "Do you know what it means? It means he is here for us."

"Calm down, Barron," Lucas didn't know how Barron worked as the fourth Grim with his panicking and dramatic antics, "Crane wouldn't have sent the hellhounds and the other Grims after us if he was here for us. He must have sniffed Belle's presence and see her."

"Does that mean Belle is in grave danger?" asked Barron, "Her plate appears to be getting filled with every passing day," commented the Grim reaper. 

"Maybe," murmured Lucas. Reaching the graves, Barron stood without touching the shovel when Lucas took hold of one of them in his hand, "I didn't bring you here for encouragement. Pick up the shovel and help me remove the graves," Barron's shoulders sunk and he picked up the shovel that looked three times bigger than his rabbit size. 

The keeper of the cemetery must have gone back to his little house which was why he wasn't here anymore. The time was going to strike twelve in midnight soon and the duo started to dig the ground one after another, pulling up the lid which Lucas had closed in the afternoon, to pull out the bodies and place it on the ground. 

"They looked hideous," commented Barron, walking around to look at the bodies that were still decomposing, "What happened to her mother?" asked the curious Grim when his eyes fell on the upper part of her body that had a missing face. 

Lucas started at the two bodies before saying, "Mr. Adams used his feet to squash her face," and Barron took another look before looking up at Lucas. 

"They were of the same strength. Was it because one of them turned corrupted?" asked Barron, "Corruption had so much strength but then it comes from the land of the dead. They couldn't expect anything less. Which grave are we digging next for reference?" 

"The nearest one. Grandpa Adams," informed Lucas and they moved to the grave, breaking away the chains as the coffin was placed inside the small room where the body was placed in the casket without being buried in the ground. Taking the body towards the dugout graves, Barron and Lucas observed the graves. 

"It is it or does the body stink more than before?" asked Barron, "Grandpa's body seemed in a better condition compared to Mr. and Mrs. Adams body. Look at the skin, it looks slimy and almost fresh more than rotting." 

That was true, thought Lucas to himself. The bodies looked juicy and it made him question if it was because the spirits had taken in their souls and form in the land of the living. But still, something seemed off. 

"Go bring another body, Barron," ordered Lucas and the rabbit went on his way to get the closest available body so that they could inspect further. 

Lucas in the meantime bent down to look at Mr. and Mrs. Adams body. In the afternoon when he had arrived here, the body was not like this which made him question why the bodies were changing its appearance. Not to forget that they had got rid of the spirits. When Barron arrived with Belle's grandmother, he noticed Lucas pouring oil on the bodies. 

"What are you doing?" asked Barron in surprise. 

"The spirits have not left the land of the living yet. They tried to attach to the next possible thing," said Lucas to notice the fingers of Mr. and Mrs. Adams that tried to move. Leaving the spirits out in the open here from the casket seemed to have woken them up and the bodies started to convulse. 

"What about Belle?" asked Barron. He saw Lucas pull out the matchbox, readying to burn the bodies. 

"She will understand," he responded back before drawing the matchstick across the surface of the box that lit itself into a flame, falling on the bodies to set themselves ablaze. 

"I finally found you," came a voice behind them and both Lucas and Barron turned around to see who had crept up behind them. 

"Who is this mummified person?" asked Barron, cringing as he looked at the man whose legs and hands appeared to be crooked. 

Lucas stared at the man who was smiling at him, "Robinson." 

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