Belle Adams' Butler

Barron had run away from the Adams' mansion, letting the other Grims cool down while he would cool himself in the snow where the blizzard had continued to go on in the land of the Bonelake. The rabbit was almost nonexistent because of its rabbit fur that was white in colour and the snow that surrounded him. 

"I will return back when I think it is alright. First, you lock me in the room with the deranged mighoul, telling he was a star which I don't care. Two, you lock me up in the cell similar to Balti. What is up with that? I am Barron the fourth Grim, the plague bearer, how dare they treat me like some animal," said Barron, the person who was in a rabbit suit. 

He continued to walk that left small indentation on the ground but it was wiped right away because of the snowflakes that were falling from the sky continuously. Barron pushed the snowflake that fell over his arm, using his soft hand to brush it. 

"What is with the accusations?!" roared the rabbit, walking into the nearby forest that was situated not too far away from the Adams' mansion, "When I am gone, you will miss me!" he said raising the hand as if he was speaking to the heavens and more snowflakes fell on his face, "Achoo!" He wiggled his nose before quickly tapping his hand over his nose. 

The rabbit walked further and further inside the forest, taking his own time as he had visited this forest before in the past too. 

"I wonder why I am not able to get back to my form," stated the rabbit, its small round tail, moving left and right as he walked past the trees. 

Barron continued to speak to himself, not knowing that there were creatures residing in these forests that he had failed to noticed. Most of them hid in the dark, in the trees or behind the barks, while some behind the rocks. 

One of the death reaper was pulling its cloak when he heard whispering in the wind, "Do you hear that?" it asked to the other reaper who was on the other side of the tree.

"I don't know about hearing, but I smell something very good," whispered the other creature. Both the death reapers turned to see what it was and they saw nothing but white, "Do you see it?" asked the death reaper. 

"There's nothing but the fucking snow. It should be easier to spot the creature," said the first reaper. Stepping away from the shadows where no mortals was seen, it asked, "Doesn't seem like a smell of an animal or mortal."

"That is because it is not a mortal but someone from the dead. Smells like a fallen Grim," hissed the other death reaper. 

"Who do you think it is?" asked first death reaper who came from behind. From the name of the fallen Grim, every single death reaper who was in the forest got down from the tree and slumber, "I hope it is the highest bounty."

The death reapers cackled amongst themselves, "I would have never thought the child reaper would get the highest bounty. The youngest, is he? I thought it would go to Wrath or Cross. What do you think he has done to warrant the highest Grim? Jeered at the Hawverts?" and the death reapers cackled in a whisper. 

"This is no time to chat!" scolded the reaper, "I am going to find the Grim and take the money all for myself," hissed the death reaper, and all the other death reapers started to look for the fallen Grim.

"I don't see any reaper around here. Where did he go? Did he disappear?" 

"I can still smell the fallen Grim! He is somewhere here!" said another. 

Amid the blizzard that was taking place in the forest, while the death reapers were discussing and searching for the Grim who had a bounty on their head, Barron heard a distant whispering which he mistook it to be the blizzard and the sound of the leaves that were brushing against each other. 

While walking, Barron was still muttering his complaints about what took place in the mansion, not realizing that his scent of being a fallen Grim was wafting around the forest which was like a beacon to the hungry death reapers who wanted to take him back to the land of the dead and exchange him for money. 

Barron was the only one who had not bonded himself with another person to change the scent of his and this had now led to a problem. 

Not noticing the stone that was in front of him, Barron's feet collided with it and he tripped to fall down flat on the ground, "What does a rabbit have to do to get a peaceful day?!" cursed Barron with his face stuffed in a heap of snow. 

Before he could get to curse any more than he had done now, he heard someone speak, "Where is the fallen Grim?" 

Fallen Grim? It didn't sound like a voice he knew, thought Barron to himself. 

"I can smell the reaper! It is very strong here!" 

Oh no, came the dull thought of Barron. It was a death reaper. It was alright.

One reaper was fine. He was Barron the great who was capable of dealing with one single lowly reaper. 

"How is the Grim not being seen? Do you think it's an ability?" asked another reaper. 

"No way that is possible!" came another. 

Okay three reapers, thought Barron. Three was fine too. 

But there were a few more voices that joined and Barron had stopped counting after it reached more than ten lowly death reapers. The reapers started debating and formed a circle, where at the centre was where Barron had fallen. Barron wondered if this is what the mortals meant, to be one with the surrounding. He continued to lay down on the ground. As if he were part of the snow. 

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