Belle Adams' Butler

Belle didn't know what to do with the bone as she started it in her hand. Lucas told that the bone would come to belong to her but what did that mean? "What if I don't want to use it?" asked Belle looking at Lucas. Barron suddenly snapped to raise his flabby hand. 

"Me! Me! Give it to me!" said Barron excitedly. 

"It doesn't work that way, Barron," said Lucas and he would prefer Belle having the bone even though it wasn't safe because Barron having the bone was nothing less to disaster. More than using it, there were chances that the fourth Grim of the card would misplace it, "You have given it to Belle. As she is the owner of it, it will take at least a week or two before she can hand it over to someone."

"Is the bone locatable?" asked Greed, his own eyes coming to look at the bone. A faint smile on his lips. 

"We don't know," replied Lucas, "Winston never misplaced it before. Barron happened to be lucky enough to pick it up at that time, not knowing what it was. How were you even carrying it?" questioned Lucas, because all Barron had, was a scythe. 

Barron whipped one side of his ears behind, "Ha! What you thought you are the only one with secrets?" 

Lucas pulled Belle to the side and said, "Try to keep it safe. We don't want it falling in the wrong hands. Winston won't know that a mortal has possessed his bone because right now he thinks one of the fallen Grim has it. Wrath is not interested in it, Baltimore and I had fallen down from the Grims position years ago. Greed has been loyal to Winston so the only other person to have taken it falls on Barron."

Belle's eyes moved from Lucas to look at Barron who was upset that he had gifted something that belonged to him which could have been used for his own advantage, "I will keep it safe."

The kitchen in the Adams mansion had turned busy preparing the food for the night's dinner where they had invited the guests to the mansion. The reason was simple. To make them look more like mortals so that the other Grim reapers who were trying to find where the fallen Grims were, wouldn't find them. 

Belle had got ready soon and with the dress that she wore, she put the bone in the pocket of her skirt. A small bone that could create Grims. She wondered how powerful the Hawverts were. The last time Crane met Lucas, he had sent Portia back home. If he found out that Lucas had played him, there was no telling what would need to be done to protect her as well as Lucas. She was in the hall, pulling the piano to open it so that it could be played later at night when everyone was present, when she heard someone knocked on the door. 

Turning, she saw there was still an hour worth of time for the guests to arrive at the mansion. She hadn't heard the sound of the carriage. She made her way towards the door which was closed. 

Opening it, she was greeted with nothing but cold air, "Hello?" she called, stepping outside to see no one outside. It reminded her of the incident that took place a few days ago. The snow continued to fall from the sky, turning the hard ground softer because of the flakes coming to gather on the ground. 

She took a step back into the mansion, ready to close the door and just before the door could shut close, Belle opened the door wide to see something out. It was a dark creature that had brought its hand up, ready to knock. She gulped at the unexpected guest. 

And then the creature spoke in excitement, "Me food!" 

Belle raised her eyebrows. WHAT?! 

"Hector??"

The creature stepped in and was ready to grab Belle when Lucas suddenly appeared between them, placing his hand on the creature's head for it to fall unconscious. When Lucas turned to Belle, she had an awkward smile on her face, "Meet Hecthor," she used the thick accent and Lucas frowned, his eyes moved to look at the creature. 

By the time Hector had got back his consciousness, everyone was out in the hall and waiting for the creature to wake up.

"Why did it follow you here? Is it that constellation thing?" asked Barron, seeing how the creature which was nothing more than a black shadow earlier had finally started to get its form of being a mighoul. 

"Alignment of stars," corrected Belle for Barron to nod his head.

"Yes, the same," came the rabbit's answers. When Hector sat up, staring at the people, the first most tastiest thing he saw was a fluff looking creature that was white and flabby. Barron, noticing this quickly pulled out his scythe for Hector to move back from where he was.

"You're scaring him!" scolded Belle and Barron looked shocked. 

"He was planning to eat me!" complained Barron.

Belle took a step forward towards the mighoul, a creature who was once an alignment of stars, "Hector?" she asked carefully to gain its attention when she called its name, "What are you doing here?" asked Belle to it. 

Lucas had pulled out his scythe from behind, standing behind Belle just in case the creature would try to attack her. When it came to creatures from the land of the dead, Lucas believed none. Belle continued to wait for Hector to speak but the mighoul didn't speak a word. Moving forward, she raised her hand to place it on the creature's face.

As the wind blew outside the mansion, inside the hall, it started to turn windy. The place where Belle had placed her hand, skin and flesh started to form on the creature, similar to a mortal's. In less than a minute the mighoul had turned to a mortal. 

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