Belle Adams' Butler 182 Find the culprit- Part 3

There was a smug smile on Baltimore's face, his curly brown hair resting one side of his face. He wasn't able to snap out of this cell or room but he was pleased that his words were affecting the fourth Grim. There were only a few people who could resist his whisper. The Hawverts, two more Grims and this little traitor who had framed him who now stood in front of him, the thirteenth Grim. 

The Fourth Grim of the cards walked forward, reaching for the lock that was placed outside the cell which Baltimore had not been able to reach. 

When Barron's hand came to touch the cell, Baltimore was quick to reach out to touch the rabbit as if wanting to bring it inside the cell but before Baltimore could do anything, Barron's teeth had sunk into Baltimore for the second time in less than two hours. 

"You little shit!" Baltimore pulled his hand back before Barron could do any more damage. 

"Don't touch me! I am Barron the Fourth Grim, don't think your little tricks are going to work on me. Hmph!" Barron turned around to walk towards Lucas and stand next to him, "Your words might work on the weak but you forget I am the bringer of death just like you. Your words can do nothing to me."

Lucas was impressed but at the same time, he noticed the little shudder of wanting to stop walking as if it had taken a lot of will power for Barron to not listen to Baltimore. Lucas had placed a block between Baltimore and the land of the dead which was why he the Grim reaper felt pain right now. 

Blood oozed out of his wrist, "Don't be a baby, you are already dead. You will survive," stated Barron and Baltimore glared, "Oh, I am scared!" Barron raised his hands to move it in front of him before dropping and laughing. 

"Why did you start helping the black witches?" asked Lucas, "You killed the white witch."

"And you revived her back," Baltimore responded back, looking at the wound on the wrist and jerking his hand. He couldn't believe that he was able to feel pain in the land of the living. Even in the land of the dead, he wasn't humiliated like this. He couldn't wait to get hold of the Fourth Grim. He would see a way to kill that little piece of shit himself, "Why did you decide to frame me? You could have picked any reaper, a lower creature and put blame on it."

Lucas pulled a chair from the corner of the room and took a seat, crossing his leg one over the other as he leaned back, "How about you tell me why you helped the black witches and I will give you an answer in return?" 

Baltimore looked at Lucas, both the Grim Reapers looking at each with unwavering eyes.

"You will hear about it eventually."

"Who knew you would end up licking the shoes of the black witches," Lucas received a glare hearing this. 

Barron on the other side muttered, "All he can do is glare now." 

"You know the Hawverts won't be pleased if they were to find out about it. You already are guilty about the soul placement and now the witches. Imagine the number of raise of the bounty that will take place," said Lucas, "You were the first one to fall from the positions of the Grims or second. but who cares." 

Baltimore shook his head, "What do you want from me? Framing me."

"You dragged someone innocent. You created a shift in time, this is just a rippling effect of it. If you wouldn't have helped the black witches, you would have never been framed. Isn't this why we don't meddle with the mortals?" 

"And you created another ripple effect by helping the witch. Where is she?" Baltimore asked who was planning to collect Isabell's soul himself but he wasn't able to do it. 

"She's dead. Who is involved with you? It is impossible that you're the only one who is functioning with the black witches. What will happen if you betray the Grims whom you have been listening to?" questioned Lucas, his head coming forward and he supported his chin to with the palm of his hand. 

Baltimore gave a calculated look at Lucas, "You seem to be confident about it. What makes you think there's another Grim in it?"

"The scent of a Grim is not easy to hide but sometimes people turn confident and don't realize that there are other Grims who are walking by who can smell the person," Lucas stood up from his seat to see Baltimore try pushing the rods that didn't work, "Don't bother with that. Look up," he said raising his finger and Baltimore moved his head up to find a circle of marking.

"What is this?" questioned Baltimore, displeased that he was not able to get out and not knowing the reason, "Black witch markings?"

Barron who had not noticed it, looked up at the markings which he didn't catch sight of earlier. 

"Those are demon markings that will not let you out of the cell. You won't be able to erase the marking. I hope you enjoy your stay," Lucas answered and Baltimore gripped on the rod tighter. 

The Tenth Grim asked, "You didn't answer my question," and Lucas turned his head to the side to say, 

"I thought it would be fun," were the simple words that had no reasoning and with that Lucas stepped out of the room. Barron who followed Lucas out of the room asked, 

"Do you think its Greed who is in the council?"

"Maybe. I will go to the council tomorrow to confirm it," Lucas would have to go there by himself, "Don't step into the room Barron, not without mine or Belle's presence," he didn't want Baltimore trying to sway Barron, "And do not change your form. You're safe when you're in this stuffed toy, if you turn to a boy, you will need to stay in the mansion and not step out." 

Chapter end