Belle Adams' Butler

Somewhere inside she felt an emptiness that was cold. Colder than the snow she had touched but it was far worse than cold. This ability was a dark one, thought Belle to herself. While one was using purification and the other learning memories, her ability was to search for death. She sighed. 

Today was a long day and she was tired. There was only so much she could take right now. 

"I will be going to sleep," she informed Lucas who gave her a bow.

"Have a goodnight's sleep, Miss Belle."

"Goodnight, Lucas," she wished him and walked out of the drawing-room. 

A lot had happened today and all she wanted to do was get into her bed which she did once she reached the bedroom and curled herself in the blanket. It wasn't that she wasn't going through the same scenarios in her head but what she saw a few minutes ago, it felt more alive but strangely it didn't hurt like. She wondered if it was because of the number of times she had dreamt and thought about it. Or was it because she thought that's not what her parents would have done to each other...

This was the time where she wished she had a sibling, someone to share. It wasn't that she couldn't share with Lucas and if she did, he would listen to her with his undivided attention but somewhere she wished she could have someone, maybe to share the grief because her relatives were like hyenas waiting to take the mansion in their name. 

She closed her eyes whilst holding the rabbit that was on the bed. Barron was only walking around the room when he decided to get on the bed and lay down which was when Belle had stepped into the room. 

Once the girl was fast asleep, her hold on his hand loosened and he slowly removed it so that she wouldn't wake up to find a struggling rabbit in front of her before being beaten to death as her usual stuffed toy didn't have the ability to walk. 

The rabbit jumped down from the bed and slowly inched closer to the door, pushing it open, it stepped outside and went in search of the butler. Barron still couldn't believe the butler was not an ordinary reaper but he was THE thirteenth card of the Grims. 

"Feels so good," Barron murmured walking in the corridor that was scarcely lit. With his white paws, he got down from the stairs, searching for the reaper to find him in one of the rooms that had no light, "You are here. I am still having a hard time wrapping my bony head around you being here."

Barron continued to walk to pause only when he came to stand next to Lucas and he punched his cotton made hand on Lucas' legs, laughing to only stop when Lucas gave Barron a look who quickly closed his mouth. Lucas was standing next to the window, therefore, the rabbit climbed up to stand on the edge of the window so that he wouldn't have to crane his head to fall down. 

The fourth Grim cleared its throat, "Do you perhaps like the girl?" 

Reapers were emotionally not attachable to anything because of who they were. If they were emotionally available, then there would have been many souls wandering in the land of the living as well as in the Transit. But at the same time, living continuously amongst the people in this land, it was possible to start changing. 

Barron didn't receive an answer. Instead of using his usual language of demanding an answer, it appeared that he had suddenly been tamed and he patiently waited for the man to speak.

"Did she fall asleep?" Lucas asked Barron, only his eyes moving to look at the stuffed rabbit.

"She's asleep," and Lucas' eyes moved back to look at the rain. Barron couldn't stop thinking that there was something more to this one than what he led the girl on. 

"Why did you take the soul before its time?" Barron was curious why a Grim like him would make such a simple mistake, "Did you plan to be a fallen Grim?"

"The clock didn't work as expected. It gave the soul's time and then rewinded its time back again," Lucas replied to the curious eyes of Barron which was through one proper eye of the rabbit and another which was a button he had sewed himself.

"So the soul was to be taken?"

"That's what it told. When I went to take the soul away-"

"You got framed," Barron completed with a long thought, "Well, you are a famous one. Everyone is either aiming for your position or they want you gone. It is why they say not to be secretive."

Lucas gave Barron a look before saying, "Yes, I noticed how much talking saves one's ass," Barron felt the painful jab at him.

"Because of you, I am on the wanted list. Because of you!" Barron didn't scream but spoke out his frustration. He jumped down from the edge of the window, walking back and forth on the floor, "I am going to be killed and dragged. You know what," Barron stopped walking and looked at Lucas, "How about you set me free, huh? I will not speak a word about you or the girl. It isn't too late that I go and let them know I was indeed on a vacation."

Lucas laughed, his eyes on Barron as he turned around and let his back rest against the window, "Do you really think they will take away the bounty on your head? Looks like you forgot what happened to the twelfth Grim, rabbit."

"Don't call me rabbit!" Barron retorted back.

Barron knew what happened to the Grim who went by the name Guilt. He was the first one to go rogue decades or centuries ago who had later been brought to the land of the dead and had been punished that he now ceased to exist.