Belle Adams' Butler 163 Chaotic Night- Part 1

Barron was more than angry right now as he tried to move his body but he couldn't move an inch. It felt as if he were trapped back inside the rabbit with a single whisper of the Thirteenth Grim. 

"Get me out of this thing! Lady Belle!" Barron asked Belle who stood next to him where he now laid on the ground. 

"Is it necessary?" Belle asked Lucas who was looking at his scythe. Using his hand he was trying to clean the sharp edge. 

"It is the most effective way for you to test out. Barron is already a dead person so it wouldn't affect him that much," Lucas' eyes moved away from this scythe to look at Belle. There was only two ways for Barron when he would use his scythe. One, Barron would end up back home. Two, he would cease to exist. 

"I do not want to die! You f.u.c.king moron! Let me up!! I will beat you up, I will throw you to the oblivion-" Lucas stepped on the stuffed toy's hand to shut up Barron. 

"Such a noisy thing. If I didn't see you in your Grim reaper form I would have thought you are a six-year-old child always throwing tantrums," Lucas looked down at Barron, his lips set in a thin line, "Now that the rabbit is quiet, let's start with your lesson."

Belle looked at Barron with an apologetic look, "How are we going to start?" she asked Lucas. 

"I will use my scythe in the intention to kill Barron. You will need to test your ability in finding the smoke around him. As he has been living in the land of the living for some time now, he should have picked up some of the qualities when it comes to the smoke."

When Lucas moved his shoe away, Barron went on again to say, "Why don't you try to be the scapegoat?! I will kill you and she can find out if there's the black smoke around you!" 

"Unfortunately my instincts to survive is higher with better reflex. I might accidentally end up sending you to oblivion," said Lucas before looking back at Belle to say, "Ready?" he asked her. 

Belle gave him a nod and at the same time, Barron whispered to her, "Please pick the smoke quickly."

Lucas pulled up his scythe, readying himself to use the blade over the rabbit's neck and Barron could do nothing but dread. The Fourth Grim couldn't believe that he was in a situation where his soul was in grave danger. He cursed the Thirteenth Grim for using him as a test subject. 

"Once you sense the smoke, you need to tell me unless Barron wants to sacrifice in the name of being helpful," said Lucas to her. 

Barron spat back to say, "f.u.c.k you and f.u.c.k this s.h.i.+t! I am not going to die!" His voice softened when he looked at Belle, "Please, tell him when you see the smoke but what if she's late?!" Barron was concerned for his well being. 

"Then you will meet the alter self of Belle in the other world. Alright," Lucas told, that had the room go quiet and he picked his scythe back and forth and when the scythe moved to Barron's neck, Belle couldn't see anything. 

Barron had decided to close his eyes so that the suspense won't have him pa.s.s out right now. They tried for a good hour but Belle never found a speck of smoke surrounding him, "I don't think it works for the Grims or the reapers. We will need to find someone human or possibly a witch," suggested Lucas and Barron finally sighed. There wouldn't be any more worry of h.e.l.lhounds chasing him in the land of the dead. 

Barron who could finally move his arms and legs turned to look at Lucas before launching himself on the butler's face, "Fight me! Fight me! Come o-" Lucas tapped on the rabbit again for Fourth's Grim's movements to be immobilized and fall on the ground. When he snapped his fingers again, Barron snapped his head to look at Lucas with his eyes that had turned mad. 

The Thirteenth reaper was playing with him! And Barron wasn't pleased!

"Let's go out," said Belle to Lucas, "Let's go find the black witches," if possible Belle wanted to kill all the black witches who were involved in the ma.s.sacre. This way, she hoped she could change the course and it wasn't that Lucas didn't pick on what Belle wanted to do. 

But what she was trying would cause a repelling effect. To make her understand the consequences of her actions and why she would need to be careful with what she would do and who she would save, Lucas said, "I know a place which might be more helpful than the rabbit." 

"Who are you calling a rabbit?! I am Barron the Fourth Grim!" Barron shouted. Belle wondered how many times Barron often claimed his name as if people didn't believe he was the Grim Reaper. 

Lucas stepped out of the room along with Belle and even though Barron had been used as a test subject, he followed them with his small tail swaying as he walked behind them. 

The servants were fast asleep as the trio left the mansion, Lucas leaving his bird, Raven look after the house for any suspicious activity around it. They made their way across the village, moving forward where minutes pa.s.sed to almost more than half an hour. 

"Where are we going?" Belle asked with the crickets surrounding them and the frogs croaking. 

"There's a witch who has held a girl captive in her house. Let's see if the girl is going to live or if the witch is going to kill her," said Lucas to her. 

"Excellent!" Barron clapped his cotton hands against each other.

They had to walk ten more minutes before they came to stand in front of a house made of stones in the middle of the forest. The light was lit inside the house that could be seen from the closed windows.