Belle Adams' Butler

Greed had to drag the childlike reaper out of the market by holding the back of Barron's shirt, "Did you lose your fucking brain on your way to the market?!" Greed was more than pissed with the fourth Grim's carelessness. 

"Hey, I can walk!" Barron tried to get Greed's hands off of the back of his shirt and when he finally was able to stop from being dragged, he said, "Such a scardey cat you are. Scaredy reaper. I was only joking. Relax."

The Sixth Grim narrowed his eyes at Barron. He had to turn his blue eyes back to black so that the Grim reaper Barron had spotted wouldn't recognize them, "You know what, I am going to personally take you back to the dead," Greed stomped his footsteps forward and Barron quickly took a couple of steps back away from him. 

"I thought you were friends with them. Why did you run?" asked Barron curiosity in his eyes. 

"You haven't stayed long with the Grims," answered Greed and then pushed the pot in Barron's hand, "Carry it yourself," Greed didn't know how he ended up with the child reaper out of all people. If it weren't for Lucas asking him to guard the house while also asking him to babysit this Grim, he would have fed Barron to the hellhounds himself by dragging him out of the mansion and tying him in the cemetery in the middle of the night. 

"Keep an eye on the tall men. They are usually the Hawverts or two Grims. One-touch and it will send your ass back to the dead."

Both Greed and Barron had not made use of the carriage and instead took to walk from the market place back to the Adams' mansion.

During the time of the evening, Greed walked in the cold and empty corridors where he was imprisoned with the forbidden magic. Walking forward, he touched the walls that started to move and show the path to where Baltimore was being held captive in isolation. 

"How are you spending time in isolation?" asked Greed, his blue eyes lighting up in excitement to see one of the Grim who was held captive before he had entered the mansion and after he was released from Belle's spell. 

Baltimore just stared at Greed. 

"I heard the mortal took away your speech, must feel mortifying, isn't it?" Greed continued to ask and then raised his hand to snap his fingers, "Thank me later."

"What are you doing here?" asked Baltimore who had received his speech back where his voice could be heard to echo, "It looks like you have lost your morals."

"When have we ever had any morals, Balti?" asked Greed, "I heard you framed Lucas for something he didn't do. You must be very stupid," he chuckled. 

Baltimore's eyes turned from black to yellow, "He was the one who did it. He broke the rule and framed it on me-"

"Are you sure about it?" asked Greed, taking a walk around the darkroom which was as cold as the dead. His blue eyes took in the things around in here before it fell on the ragged rabbit toy and his eyes narrowed, "You have been associating yourself with the mortals. The black witches."

"Takes one to know another," retorted Baltimore from his cell, "You think I don't know your shady deals with the vampires and the witches?"

"Unlike you, I was under orders so it shouldn't matter," chuckled Greed.

"What are you doing here? Let me out the way you stepped out!" Baltimore looked agitated as he was being held prisoner by a mere vampire-witch. 

"Hmm? Why should I?" asked Greed in a nonchalant voice, "And it was the girl who let me out."

"You little fucker! I know you have the ability to get me out of here!" Baltimore held the grills of the cell in both his hands, trying to push it open but even for a reaper like him, it was too strong and sturdy to be moved. 

"I don't know what you are speaking about," Greed replied, and he raised his hand going to the other empty cell where the light fell on the ragged stuffed toy. He took a step closer, to stand in front of the cell room and he stared at the stuffed rabbit that looked odd. It looked almost similar to Barron's body.

Greed heard Barron's voice from outside, like a child who was following people just because he was bored, "Greed? Where are you??"

When Greed turned to look at Barron who entered the room, he asked, "What happened to you?"

Barron was no more Master Fluffy of the mansion, but had gone back to Barron the rabbit as he was back in his rabbit suit, "I don't know!" exclaimed Barron, "One minute I am in the hall and the next minute I am back in the room in this thing," he tapped his cotton hand on his chest. 

"Go back to your child self," Greed said and Barron pulled both his long ears in frustration. 

"I am not able to do it. I tried getting back into the mortal form but I am stuck in this rabbit! Put it out!" Barron stomped his soft feet on the ground. 

"Your wish is my command," and Greed snapped his fingers to bring fire out of thin air and he threw it at Barron, but thankfully the rabbit jumped away.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Barron shouted. 

"You said to put it out," answered Greed, looking down at Barron. 

"What I meant was to get me out of this! I want my mortal form back! You empty pea-sized brain of a reaper!" Barron shouted as Greed was ready to roast his rabbit form. If he tried roasting him right now, Barron would be back in the land of the dead. 

"I am not Lucas or Belle to do it. Ask them when they return back," Greed's eyes went back to look at the rabbit toy that was on the other side. 

"Balti, do you know how to get me back out?" asked Barron as if he was not involved in putting Baltimore in the circle along with Lucas and Belle. 

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