Belle Adams' Butler

Yes, this is a happy ending book.

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"I have been doing well. You look different," said the woman named Isabelle, getting up from the wooden bench she had been sitting on, she turned around to take a closer look at the man, "Something"s off."

Lucas didn"t wait for her and said, "I am using your potions if you don"t mind," walking through the side door, he made his way to the small room where he didn"t have to worry about the door being locked. All he had to do was stare at it and the door opened by itself and he stepped in. Picking up some of the tiny little bottles that were on the shelf, he returned back.

"Someone actually came looking for you," said the woman who appeared to be in her late twenties. To the local people, she was a priestess to confess and send the word of G.o.d but to some of the higher officials and others who knew her, she was a white witch.

In the four lands of Bonelake, Mythweald, Valeria, and Wovile, each of them had their own population of different creatures in them. Mythweald was filled majorly with humans, the land of Wovile was a mixture of humans as well as witches, leaving both Valerian and Bonelake with a higher population of vampires in them.

A white witch was always reliable when compared to the black witch who often betrayed and was made of the elements like selfishness, cruelty, and being not merciful. The white witches were of the good kind.

"Let me guess," Lucas said as she closed the door, "Baltimore."

"He is very fond of you," said Isabell, making Lucas chuckle, "Said you were on a run and had to be caught and sent back to the gates. What did you do?" she asked him, her eyes looking at the man who had a smile on his lips.

"Something framed me for taking a soul away before it was time," he explained for the woman to stare at him.

Curious, she asked, "How away?"

"It touched the tick but something went wrong, and it finally showed he had several more years before he would die."

"You got framed," stated Isabell. The woman looked at the man keenly. If she didn"t know him personally, she wouldn"t have believed. The watch never lied and it always worked according to the time of the person which was what the grim reapers used in bringing out and taking the soul to the gates, "You should be careful not to get caught, Lucas."

The man nodded, his soulless looking eyes looking at the multicolored windows and the paintings that were painted on the walls of the inside of the church. The church looked dark, only a few candles that were lit in front of the altar leaving the rest untouched without any light.

"There will be many who will come to hunt down. Many who will show up here…"

"But they will never know," he knew the woman could be trusted. It was not because of who she was. Her kind was usually trustable but there were always some sour bad people in every kind of creature who walked on these lands, "Will you be alright?" he asked her.

The woman gave him a nod, "You don"t have to worry about me and I won"t tell anyone about you either."

"I know that," he responded back to her.

"What about the place you"re staying? Is it safe?" Isabell questioned him, her eyes falling on his butler uniform right now. She wanted to smile because she could tell he was irritated and annoyed right now. This grim reaper...she had met him during his time, "If you need somewhere to stay, you are always welcome here."

"I don"t think I can stand the smell of the church. There"s just something in the air and the way it feels that makes my skin crawl," his expression was serious as his eyes reached to the corner parts of the church that had no light, "Do you know about scavengers?" he asked her.

"I remember them. The soul sucking creatures from underground. Did you meet one?" Isabell"s eyes looked at the grim reaper curiously, "Aren"t they all sealed behind the gates?"

"That"s what I thought but no. One of them has been living in a house for nearly three years, sucking a child"s soul," this had the woman raised her brows, "Fortunately, she"s still alive."

"Maybe a rare case. Most of the scavengers eat the souls in two to three goes."

Lucas nodded his head, "Fortunate because the butlers died one after another. They probably caught the scavenger having her soul. Though it is still a tricky thing to think what it was doing there for three years."

"Seems like you got caught at the right time, saving a poor child"s soul," upon Isabell"s words, Lucas narrowed his eyes at her, "What are you here for, Lucas?" the white witch asked him, her expression as serene as the butler, his expression turning back to a very relaxed manner.

"The probability of Baltimore coming here is high and the others. I need you to let me know who is showing up at the church"s footstep so that I can figure out who framed me. Right now the guards of the gates have already been released to find me," the guards of the gates were the people who picked the grim reapers.

"You cannot blame them. Your rules, your land"s rules are very strict but I thought they would slide it as it is you, the mighty thirteen number of the fourteen cards…I will make sure to let you know if they show up here. You have my word, Lucas. For the help, you have provided when I needed it."

Lucas gave her a nod and the woman returned it back to see him disappear in a blink of an eye once he reached the door. The churches that were built in the land of Bonelake had magic around it, magic that protected and concealed from anything to happen which was why it made it difficult for the reapers to be able to stand in here.

A few years ago, she had taken the help of the grim reaper and it was only right to return back the favor to him.

Reaching back in the mansion, Lucas walked through the corridors when he caught sight of the little girl dragging her stuffed down across the hall again. It made Lucas wonder if he should ask her parents to have a chain tied around her feet to keep her in the room and avoid getting into trouble. It wasn"t a bad idea, he said to himself and followed the girl like a ghost. She didn"t go to the dining room this time but to the kitchen. Once she finished drinking the water, she went back to her room and fell sound asleep.

He rubbed his temples. What was he doing following the child? He rolled his eyes. Turning back, he went to his own room.

Two weeks more pa.s.sed and he decided that he would leave the mansion. He had spent more than the required time. He would have to move, that is what grim reapers did. Staying here playing butler was not going to do as he had found a list of people he was going to hunt one by one.

In the land he came from, Lucas was one of the grim reapers who was in a higher position. A person to be envied for the ability he held like none other. It was only time that someone was digging a grave for him but Lucas was much smarter, he would push the person and compact the grave so that the digger would never come out of it.

He looked back at the mansion. He was a grim reaper, a creature that held no emotions and even if they did, the creatures always held dark emotions in them.

Lucas raised his hand, ready to snap his fingers and when he did, nothing happened. He was still there at the Adams" mansion.

He snapped his fingers again but nothing. After a couple more times he finally realized that his ability wasn"t working anymore. When he took a look at his hands, his long, slender fingers didn"t change in the first minute. Though the next time it did, it appeared as if his body was not stable and was getting back to his false appearance.

When he went back to the white witch, bringing her to the mansion and she said, "I don"t think the mansion has any spilled magic. It seems fine."

"Thank you for your help, Isabell," he thanked the white witch to see her go while he stood in front of the mansion.

Right now he was more human than a grim reaper. Though some of his powers were still working, a lot of them failed to work. He wanted to hunt the creatures down but with the lack of some of his abilities, he gave some thought before deciding to stay back at the Adams" mansion.

He was a grim reaper with infinite time in his hand. He would hunt them down later.

Seasons changed one after another, leaves turning from green to dry as they fell over the years that came by that eleven years pa.s.sed in the land of Bonelake and the others.