Belle Adams' Butler 169 Broken Walls- Part 4

"You don't seem as frightened as one has to be," said the Grim Reaper, his skeleton face started to fill up with flesh he looked like a person from the mortal now. His bright blue eyes looking at her. 

The girl hadn't expected a visit from a reaper. She pulled out the blades that she often carried with her and threw it at him but the reaper caught it before it could touch him.

"Nice tricks," the reaper smiled at her, a certain madness in his eyes and he threw the blade right at her. The sharp edge touching the side of her cheek before it stuck itself behind her on the wall. Blood drew out of her skin. 

Two drops of blood fell on the ground but Evelyn didn't move or flinch with the wound that had been inflicted on her. Both Guilt and her had been careful over the two years they had met and shared a bond with each other. She was well aware by Guilt's words that a death reaper was not supposed to a.s.sociate themselves with the living. 

It was a rule that was of the highest importance and Guilt had broken it. She didn't know why things had to be so but it was how it was right now. 

"Why are you here?" she asked him. Her eyes looking at the man who smiled at her, a smile that never went down. In the meantime, she tried to think about how to get away from this place. Her eyes darted towards the window and she heard him say,

"I?" asked the Grim reaper, "You should already know why I am here and what I am here for. Where is he?" 

"I don't know who you are talking about," said Evelyn, holding her ground. The reapers couldn't do anything to Guilt unless either of them would confess about their emotions. And Evelyn would not let any harm come upon the love she had for Guilt. 

"Stop acting as if you don't' know what I am talking about," the creature tched, clicking its sharp jagged teeth against each other, "I hate when people don't answer and beat around the bush."

At the same time, she heard people scream in the mansion and her eyes widened, "Did you think I came alone?" asked the Grim, "You and he have broken the most important rule that is supposed to be upheld." 

"Your world is screwed up," Evelyn responded back, her hands pulling out two more blades of knives, ready to fight if this creature was going to attack and kill her, "A place where you believe people or creatures cannot live harmoniously-"

The man laughed mockingly, "I am guessing that he failed to explain to you who we are. We are the creatures of the dark, and when you are part of something, you need to follow it."

"You must be Creed," said Evelyn. He was one of the Grims, a creature who believed that the realm of the dead was of higher standing while the people in the land of the living were nothing but mere dust. 

"Good to meet you but my visit is short," said the Grim reaper, "I don't like people who can't follow things. Splas.h.i.+ng our reputation of being Grims," when he raised his hand, Evelyn who was standing in front of him crashed against the wall and fell down on the ground, "If it weren't for you, he would still be the prestigious twelfth Grim but you turned him to something he is not," Creed looked at her with an unpleasant look on his face. 

Evelyn who was on the ground tried to move away while she also raised her hand, whispering a spell which the reaper had not expected. The spell had the reapers bones steam and burn that had Creed stop from moving forward and he looked down at the cloak that had been burnt in a hole and the bones in his leg was giving out steam. 

"I thought you were a human," Creed murmured and his hand swished in the air for Evelyn's body to move to the other side of the wall and crash in a much greater force. He twisted his wrist and Evelyn started to cough blood out of her mouth, "Like I was saying, you little mortals are nothing but beneath us. Do you think those little spells will hurt me? How foolish and stupid of you," said Creed, walking towards her and sitting down while she continued to cough out blood. 

Evelyn didn't know what the reaper had done but she could feel her heart pulsing quick and fast as if she were running. Something inside of her was broken and it hurt to move now. 

She glared at the Grim when he smiled, "Guilt should have picked someone better. Someone with brains at least. Now thanks to you and him, the people around you will have to die too. How do you feel about it?"

"You won't be spared for it," Evelyn gritted her teeth, and she coughed again. 

"What are you going to do? Do you think Guilt will come to save you? He has two options. Either he dies forever, ceasing to exist, or forget you and restart as a Grim but then the higher-ups are not pleased that he has been fooling them for what? Two years?"

Evelyn smiled at the Grim Reaper, "Do you think he is your puppet to listen to your words? Guilt belongs to no one. He has his own mind and decisions which he can make."

Creed moved closer to Evelyn, his face moving close to her and she tried to move away from him, "You appear to be very confident. You would have made an excellent Grim. Such fire," he teased her, his lips over her ear and he chuckled, "The Grims will take over the world. Both the realm of the dead as well as the realm of the living. This world is not fit for other creatures. So much Chaos."

Evelyn's eyes had started to blur and she tried to keep her cool. She urged her hand to move but they didn't. It was as if her body had frozen itself now. 

She felt him pick her up. Holding her by her waist, "Time to say goodbye my dearest mortal," he smiled looking at her and used his very own hands to slit her throat before throwing her on the ground. 

In a matter of seconds, Guilt had arrived but he had arrived late. The girl was gone. 

Feeling the presence of another Grim, Creed turned around with a smile, "I knew you would come if I showed up here and killed the girl."

"She didn't have anything to do with the rules," Guilt saw how Evelyn laid on the floor cold. 

Creed laughed, "She had everything to do with the rules. You are one of the reapers I admire, I wasn't going to let a girl like this one tarnish your name. The cold Guilt, how could he have fallen for the emotions that belong in the mortal world." 

"You shouldn't have touched her," Guilt's eyes s.h.i.+fted from Evelyn to look at the Grim in front of him. In less than a second, he pulled out his scythe for both the Grim's to start fighting in the first floor of the mansion whilst the other reapers were killing the servants.