Belle Adams' Butler

The Fourth Grim stood looking at Lucas who went back to look outside the window where it was heavily raining. He had heard on and on from Belle about her feelings for the Grim reaper but this was tough one to crack. Though Barron had not got the pleasure or maybe he was fortunate to not have met this Grim in the past, he had heard a lot of things. So many things that he had turned to a ghost in the land of the dead. 

"There is a way your name can be cleared from the list but that will take time," Lucas's words had the bunny turn towards him and he quickly climbed with the little space that was available to stand. 

"What is your plan?" Barron asked in a serious voice. The reaper had no interest in being hunted and today if it weren't for the raven both he and Belle's soul would have transcended to the land of the dead. 

"To reap one of the Hawverts," the room fell quiet with just the thunder echoing around them. For a second Barron thought that this person was joking but seeing the lack of humor in the reaper's dead eyes.

Barron started to cough to say, "You cannot do that," he narrowed to look back at Lucas. 

The death reapers could not reap each other as they were already dead and part of the land of the dead entity. The maximum punishment was to cease a reaper's existence which was handed down by the superiors. Though the word cease was used, it was often told that it was a confinement of exile for the death reapers and the higher-ups didn't hold the power to erase the death reapers. 

But the thirteenth Grim was an odd reaper apart from the many powers he held, he was the reaper who could reap the other death reapers which was why some of them wanted him gone before something would happen. It was a rumor that went around the ears in whispers of other reapers. 

"What if I said, I can?" Lucas reached for his back and pulled out the scythe that came out from nowhere.

"I believe you," Barron spoke tapping his fluffy hand on Lucas. 

"Don't touch me," Lucas looked annoyed and the bunny quickly removed its hand.

"Haha, my bad," said Barron to see the scythe disappear again, "Tell me more about this fated stars. If she's the one where are the other two?" with him being a fallen Grim and having nothing else to do while being stuck in this stuffed rabbit, he decided to do something in the land of the living. 

Lucas gave out a piece of information about the stars but there some things he decided to keep it to himself. 

With what he had heard from the church priestess and what Belle said, he realized there was a spill when it came to each person's ability. The first girl was able to touch things and find memories. Apparently, she also had the ability to heal but she was asked to not use it. The second girl had acquired the ability to purify which was similar to healing and she had sensed death but it was barely there that got passed on to the third girl. The third girl being none other than Belle Adams. 

With how he saw it was a circle with a little spill of ability that went to the next person.

Belle was able to see and sense death. Reapers knew when a person would die but Belle, if she learned her ability, there was no saying what kind of pawn she would form, in both the land of the dead as well as the land of the living. 

Seeing Lucas start to walk, Barron quickly jumped down and followed the butler, "It's so nice to know we will be working in a team. I was wondering though," said Barron walking next to Lucas with his small tail moving left and right, "What if the vampiress finds out about me? She's too attached to this Mr. Fluffs guy," he couldn't play dead all the time. 

"Then consider yourself to be reaped that day."

"I thought I was cold but you are colder, how can you tell that to your teammate?!" Barron questioned Lucas, "Belle-"

"Miss Belle," Lucas corrected not liking the reaper using her name frivolously. 

Barron gave a look at Lucas, his horn of suspicion growing with the way this butler was protective of the girl. With his hands behind his back, he said, "Miss Belle is beautiful, isn't she?" Barron tested Lucas, "Pretty brownish-red hair, beautiful face."

"She is," Lucas replied giving a look at Barron, "One of the finest."

The Fourth Grim looked up at Lucas. What did he mean fine? A grin appeared on Barron's lips, "Oh, like a wine you mean? You have been working as a butler here. Is there a cellar?" asked the reaper getting sidetracked and then got back again, "Do you treat all the girls like that? I have never seen a reaper being this nice but then I know you aren't nice."

"Belle is a nice girl. She needs someone who is from the land of the living," Lucas finally replied.

Barron who was keeping up with the butler's long legs asked, "But what if you were a creature from here? Like a vampire. No no! Pureblooded vampire. What then?"

Lucas wondered if it was time to tape this reaper's mouth to stop him from talking further

"We will see when that happens," Lucas' tone of words got the other reaper even more curious. Did he perhaps like the girl? Death reapers always fooled around people in the land of the living but he was keeping her so preciously. 

"Like very-" Barron stopped talking that very instant when he saw Belle who stood at the other side of the corridor just when they took a turn. 

Belle looked at Lucas, her eyes slightly anxious as if she had a bad dream, and then her eyes fell on something next to Lucas.

Was that Mr. Fluffs standing?