Belle Adams' Butler

Belle was sipping the blood from the glass, staring outside the window from the first floor where the snow continued to fall. She was happy for her friend Anne, that she had found someone she liked and that person turned out to be a Grim Reaper. The rules to all the Grim were all the same even though they held different powers in them. Though Wrath was a fallen Grim, he didn't want to take part in the oncoming fight that was going to take place. Unlike Belle herself, Anne was not gifted with any powers. 

She didn't know exactly how the witness of getting engaged in front of the other Grims was going to work but if Lucas said it would work, it meant it would be fine. At least they had some sort of proof that they got engaged in the presence of the eight Grim reapers. Considering one of them was Lucas' former self, it was more than half of the Grims who agreed upon the relationship between a mortal and an immortal. 

Taking a sip, she looked at the reflection of herself in the window glass. While she was thinking about it, standing on the first floor of the mansion, she noticed a collision take place in the forest. Her eyebrows furrowed and she walked to the other of the corridor whilst she stared outside the glass. The snow had turned to a thick white fog that covered the forest and Belle had a bad feeling about it. 

She didn't wait and opened the window before jumping down on the ground gracefully because of years of practice she had.

Belle looked around to see that the blizzard had calm down but the flakes of snow continued to fall from the sky. Looking left and right, she noticed there was no one. No mortal of the living and no creature of the dead. 

"Something is going on in the forest," came Lucas' voice as if he had sensed without having to look for it. 

"Do you think it is Barron?" Belle asked him, worry laced in her voice. Barron was troublesome but he was still part of the family and probably the life because of how childish he was. 

"Might be, but there was possibly someone else higher than a Grim in there," said Lucas, "A Hawvert appeared in the living," he turned around to look at Greed who had stepped out of the mansion like the two of them. 

"Do you want me to open the signals?" asked Greed.

"No. Watch the mansion," said Lucas and in a blink of an eye, both Lucas and Belle disappeared from there to end up in the heart of the forest. 

"I saw a collision that took place in the eastern north side of the forest," informed Belle because she didn't know where Lucas had apparated to. 

Lucas pulled out his scythe from behind, holding it in the front, "We are in the right place then. The smell of death is strong, can you smell it, little rabbit?" asked Lucas, his voice calm like the snow that was leisurely falling down from the sky, taking its time. 

The smell of death? Asked Belle to herself.

She could sense death but Belle had never tried to smell death. Or maybe she was used to living in the Adams' mansion since she was a little girl that she didn't find it to be any different, "How do you do that?" asked Belle. 

"It is very easy, you sense and smell at the same time," answered Lucas and Belle tried to take a deep whiff of the air, almost feeling like a dog before she smiled awkwardly, "You will get there. I will show you what happens when you smell, you see the trail of death which is the strongest and scarce." 

Lucas picked up a heap of snow, turning it into a ball before throwing it in the dark to hear a growl come from the trees and the death reapers slowly started to come out from their hiding, "Good midnight fellow reapers," he greeted them. 

"I don't know what is good right here. We sent one Grim with the highest bounty with Winston. The next one will be you," came the scratchy whisper of the death reaper, "How much did you have again? Eighty thousand?" cackled the death reaper for the others to join in cackling. 

"What would you do if I said I don't have a bounty?" asked Lucas, twirling the scythe in his hand. 

"We can verify that once you return to the dead," answered the death reaper. Belle pondered on what Barron was doing right now. Out of the three Hawverts, it was Winston, the one who was manipulating things in the land of the dead amd he had Barron now. Knowing Barron the chances of him blabbering everything was possible but at the same time, Barron was someone one could count upon. 

She could only hope now that he was safe and nothing had happened to him. Belle had failed to ask how the reapers and other Grim reapers were tortured in the dead. 

"We have a mortal here, what do we do?" asked one of the reapers, realizing the person Lucas was with was not a creature of the dead. 

"Let us hope that when we hand over Cross to the Hawverts, they will raise his bounty for another law that has been broken by him. That only means more with us in the bank and-"

Belle, unable to keep her curiosity, asked Lucas by interrupting the death reaper's words, "You guys have a bank?" 

"We do," replied Lucas and the death reaper who had stopped speaking midway glared at Belle. 

"I don't think the Hawverts would mind reaping one soul from here. After all, she is able to see us-Wait. Why are you able to see us?!" asked the reaper. 

"I have always felt that the creatures from the dead speak more than the usual," stated Belle and Lucas chuckled. 

Without waiting, the death reapers decided to capture the next Grim reaper with the second-highest bounty. Lucas said, "Go look for Barron, if he is still around."

The death reapers cackled again, "You won't find him here. He's all gone. Winston took that rabbit thing he was."

Another reaper said, "Reap and call the Hawverts!" 

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