Belle Adams' Butler

It started to rain outside again, and thunder was able to be heard one after another.

The movements of the clouds only made them clash against each other where the lightning struck from the sky and the light illuminating the clouds from dark to light to dark again. Heavier drops of water started to fall down on the ground, forming a continuous sound that didn't let anything other than the sounds of the thunder be heard inside the mansion.

Belle continued to cling on Lucas' white shirt which he had changed into as he had got into his room to rest but he hadn't removed the gloves from his hand and he continued to pet her head as the girl cried in his arms. 

She had no one to speak to and no one to express what she was feeling right now except for Lucas who was the closest she had been in the mansion after her parents. Her life felt like it had suddenly been toppled and she knew it was going to be toppled but she could do nothing about it. Her inability to do anything hurt her more than the death of her parents. She knew it, yet she couldn't stop the unfortunate event that took place last night.

She sobbed against his chest. Lucas was not a stranger to Belle therefore she borrowed his presence, clinging to him as she cried to her heart's content. 

Lucas in the meantime, let her take the shelter she needed. Though other children often got on his nerves when he had first started to work here and also before he had come to be a butler, Belle had her way when it came to worming into someone's existence, "Shh," he calmed her down. She looked up at him, her tears had dried and only the light tremors ran down her body.

"Did you see that?" Belle asked pulling away from him to wipe her eyes with the back of the long off white sleeves of her nightdress, "Did you?" her eyes looked up at him anxiously. 

It felt so real with her parents standing in the room and her speaking to her father for the bare few seconds. Her emotions were mixed where one side she had been happy to see them but at the same time, it broke her heart the way things repeated again. As if someone was pushing the thorn in her heart as deep as it could go. 

Lucas looked at her. The rim of her eyes had turned red and puffy along with her cheeks that looked pink with the tip of her nose, "I saw," he replied to her. 

"It was true," she murmured under her breath, her gaze broke away from his eyes. 

"It might be better if you don't come here until we cremate your parents and pray for their souls to rest, Miss Belle," suggested Lucas, his face continuing to hold an expressionless feature. 

Lucas had an inkling that something like this would occur. The way Mr. and Mrs. Adams had died, it wasn't a natural nor peaceful death. They had died here through corruption which had transited to the realm of the dead but not all souls were passed through the gates. Some were left behind which the reapers found to be trash and broken, souls which would be picked later. What had appeared tonight was the fragments of her parents, reflection from the land of the dead but with what or who Belle was, she was able to see things much clearer now.

He took her by her wrist, taking her out of the room and closing the doors of the drawing-room and locking it close. 

Belle didn't know about the land of the dead on how it walked parallelly to the land of the living with a thin curtain that separated each of these lands. 

There were some people in the land of the living who could see the refractions of their dear ones who were dead. A lot of them considered it to be imagination and hallucination which was caused by the pain they felt. Some called them mad but the truth was that what people saw was the truth and it had nothing to do with imagination. 

Belle was a child who had been loved by her parents dearly, someone who was sheltered and cared for by everyone. She would have never dreamt to see something like this therefore it was understandable. 

He took her to her room but Belle didn't get inside. The girl who had asked to be alone a few hours ago now said, "Can you stay in the room?" she asked him. She looked more than anxious and scared. Lucas gave her a nod.

She got into the bed, moving to the center and making space for Lucas who didn't take to sit on the bed and her eyes lowered down as he took the chair to sit in front of her, "What are you doing here?" asked Barron to Lucas in an unhappy tone.

Out of all the thirteen Grims, the Fourth card was the youngest who was filled with unneeded mischief who was slightly to be the child compared to the rest of the reapers. And though initially, he wanted to infect her soul before he was put in the stuffed toy, he noticed the sadness on the vampiress' face, "Did you scold her? Shame on you for making your mistress cry. I wonder why you haven't been kicked out of this place. If you were my butler I would have made sure to kick you," said Barron looking at the butler before his eyes shifted to look at the girl. 

"You will stay here until morning?" Belle asked Lucas where she was. 

"Yes, I will be here."

"The girl doesn't know how bad reapers are when it comes to keeping up their promises. That is if they really mean it," commented Barron to receive a look from Lucas to finally keep quiet.