Belle Adams' Butler

Edith's words were something that Belle had thought about before that if someone who already dead would come to meet Portia and if she would tell the truth to them. It wouldn't matter much because they would only think that she had lost her mind but the same could not be told about Crane. Lucas was not a low-level reaper but a Grim. 

Belle had taken Edith into one of the free rooms so that she could ask her questions, that she needs answers from, "What is it that you want to know, Miss Adams?" asked Edith. 

"As you already know, the other part of my soul killed me in the land of the dead. Is it considered to be my death? Am I free from the curse?" questioned Belle. 

The first Grim looked like she already knew the answer without having the need to make use of her crystal ball, "What do you think?" 

Belle's eyebrows furrowed, "I don't know."

"I think you already know the answers to it," replied Edith, "I am sure you have already gone through different scenarios and theories around it. Your case is a tricky one. The person who killed you was yourself, does it sound strange when I say that?" Belle nodded her head, "It would be something similar to suicide. Every mortal has a good and bad in the soul, it need not be separate because they are a mixture, but your case, the creatures who came to feed on you first had taken what was bad, but they never got to the good of you." 

"Are the actions not valid when it comes to committing suicide?" asked Belle to Edith. 

"Of course, it is but only on certain conditions. When the good and bad are together, it forms a balance but what you have in here is an imbalance. If she went as far as to kill you, it means she's far gone," explained Edith, "You both cannot live together in the same time frame, even if it means two different worlds. You will need to kill her if you want to live." 

"She's already dead," stated Belle because she didn't know how much more dead one had to be officially declared as dead.

"Let her in," advised Edith and Belle's eyes widened. 

"No…" Belle whispered. She was not ready for something like that. Portia was waiting at the tip of her toes to get back into this body and take her place in the living world. 

"It isn't as bad as it sounds. If Crane has smote her with his scythe to never come back here, she will eventually destruct when you leave the land of the dead to return back to the living," Edith looked at her, her eyes watching her expression, "Give it some thought because you cannot have the girl hanging out there that might only lead to more problems that is waiting in the pandora box."

To step back in the dead, thought Belle to herself. While her mansion was turning to a hangout for the Grims, she didn't want the land of the dead to turn to her second home because she had been frequently visiting there for some time now. Remembering Barron and Hector were still under the markings, she placed her hand on the wall to release them. 

After a few seconds, Belle asked, "Have you foreseen the fate of the Grims?"

Edith gave a curious look, "Why do you ask that? Are you worried that they will be reaped?" 

"I feel like there's an oncoming war between some of the Grims against each other," confessed Belle to Edith to see the older woman nod her head. 

"War is inevitable, when greed to thrive exists in people," answered Edith. "I wanted to congratulate you on saving the souls of the other two stars. It is good to see that everyone has been working hard in trying to stop the black witches which in turn will stop the Hawvert." 

They then heard a loud crash, come from the hall and Belle didn't have to know that Barron had stepped out of the cell room. Both of them left the room behind, making their way towards the hall to see Barron was caught by Greed holding his two rabbit ears. Barron appeared mad and looked nothing less to a rabid animal right now who was flailing his arms to get to Lucas. 

"There's a moving rabbit!" said Anne who stood wide-eyed. 

"Calm down, Barron," Lucas advised the rabbit, "We have guests."

"Barron?" asked Wrath, his eyes snapped at the rabbit. At the voice, even Barron stopped struggling and turned to look at Wrath who was in his mortal form. 

Greed finally dropped the rabbit down. At the same time Wrath pulled out his scythe and everyone's eyes widened by thinking what was going on. Barron took the best option to save himself and jumped in Belle's arms. Lucas snapped his fingers to bring the fourth's Grim's speech back as he had muted Barron earlier in the evening.

"Help me, Belle!" shouted Barron, putting his arms around Belle's neck. 

"What's going on?" asked Belle and Anne stepped forward to stop Wrath.

"Can we calm down and speak?" asked Anne, her question directed to Wrath, "Let's not bring chaos in the peaceful mansion," Anne didn't know that the mansion was always chaotic.

"Barron get off from Belle. I will reap you myself if you don't let her go," ordered Lucas, not liking someone else trying to cling on to Belle, "What did he do?" he asked Wrath. 

"I did not do anything!" came Barron's voice who slowly climbed up to stand on Belle's shoulders. Every time Barron had done something, he was always said he didn't do it. 

Wrath looked angry and glared at Barron, "Why do you think there have been discrepancies in time of the souls to be taken? The time keeps moving back and forth because he sent the reaper who manages time on vacation, before coming to the land of the living. Crane knows about it too." 

"Why would you do that?" asked Belle.

"I don't know. I thought he needed a break and told him to take a vacation," Barron answered calmly like he had done nothing wrong. 

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