Belle Adams' Butler Chapter 192 – Are We?- Part 3

Lucas stayed in the room and Belle left with Barron following her closely as if he didn’t want to stay in the room. Belle had started to trace the walls and objects but sadly her limit went to only where death was involved and now with the ability where she could read the memories of the objects. 

“What did my journal say? Didn’t have any mention about spellbook?” Belle questioned Barron, her hands moving around as she tried to remember where the spellbook might have been placed. Her mind was as frantic as Barron which was why she wondered why Barron was in a panic.

She turned and gave Barron a look, wondering what was going on as he had been quiet and squeamish around Greed. 

“What? Why are you looking at me like that,” asked Barron, taking a step back, “I do not have the spellbook. I am the old guest but not too old to know where you would have hidden so that no one would be able to find it. I mean you have so many rooms, walls and doors filled with secrets. Maybe it’s in the room that Baltimore is in?” rambled the rabbit. 

“Why are you scared of Greed?” she asked him. 

“HA! Ha ha ha ha. Who is scared of who?” asked Barron and Belle gave a pointed look at Barron to let him know she was on his case. He then sighed, his rabbit ears flopping further down, “Greed. He’s a little more wrong up here,” he said pointing his hand to his head, “I mean there are crazy cases but this one is extreme! He has this new ability that can suck in things.” 

“What kind?”

Belle knew something was messed up in the head of Greed but she was curious as to what had gotten Barron screaming and fidgety about. 

“He has the ability to take away the powers that you have, the abilities to make it his own. Do you know how scary it is?” asked Barron in a whisper, “The Hawverts had made strict rules that the Grims cannot use their abilities on each other which is why we were safe but now we are not. We are the fallen Grims, outlaws which makes it alright for him to suck what we have.” 

“Okay, that’s understandable,” said Belle nodding her head. 

“Thank you,” said Barron to bow his head and lift it up, “He falls in the fallen Grims because of his illegal living here but the Hawverts don’t know about that. So he can do as he pleases, suck our ability, kill us and call us casually.”

“This happens in the land of the dead?” 

“Anything can happen in the land of the dead. Do not underestimate the dead,” said Barron and Lucas finally walked into the room they were in. 

“You need to find the spellbook before he wakes up, Belle. We don’t have much time. He’s not going to fall for the trick again,” Lucas informed her and Belle gave him a nod before she started to search while trying to remember where it was. Minutes were quickly passing by and Lucas kept guarding the room, leaning against the wall while looking at Greed who looked as if he was sleeping. 

With his memories back, Lucas felt the mansion to be more like home as he had been here years ago and not just these last eleven years. 

Memories and events that belonged to him when he was still Guilt had been passed to him and he remembered Greed much more clearly. The reaper had tried to get cocky with him and instead of ignoring it, Lucas had twisted his arm and body with a mere look of his eyes. Hanging him up in the air before dropping him down. But, instead of deterring the Sixth card of the Grims it had only created an admiration towards him. 

If he was going to wake up, Lucas knew he would first question why but once his eyes would fall on Belle, there was no telling what he would do. It was funny how Belle’s other half of the soul had not been caught by him but then the Grims and the spirits didn’t walk together. 

While Lucas was with Greed in the room and Barron who stood outside the door as if he were guarding before stepping inside and taking a look at the Grim, Barron asked, 

“What do you plan to do with him? Keep him here in the mansion? Are you finally listening to me? Are we going to collect all the Grims? Are we?” asked Barron, poking his hands at Lucas’ legs, “You can just place him in the doll. Not the rabbit!” he exclaimed, as if not wanting his position of being the rabbit in this house being taken away from him. 

“The stuffed toy won’t be enough to keep him in,” stated Lucas, his arms crossed along with his legs, “He appears stronger than the last time I met him.”

“You knocked him though,” answered Barron. 

“First comes the knock and then comes ceasing their existence,” Lucas then looked at the door, waiting for Belle to find the book. Belle in the meantime continued to search for the book everywhere she would have known or thought it to be but it was not there. Did she perhaps burn it?

She went back to the room which once used to be hers. 

Stepping into the room, she looked for the fireplace and she walked towards it. Bending down, while sitting on her heels, she looked into the fireplace which indeed had ashes as she thought that were old and scattered. As if someone had tried to see if something could be found, but obviously there was nothing in here for them. 

But to her, she must have left something behind, “To pick up the pieces in the dust and time that has gone by,” she murmured as her hand hovered above the surface of the ashes.