Belle Adams' Butler 201 Corpses- Part 1

"If you didn't want me to notice you, you shouldn't have come to meet me," stated Greed who had taken himself to sit on the edge of the window with one leg that was pulled up and another that rested on the ground. 

"I wouldn't be able to question you then," said Lucas, pulling out some sticks from his coat to hand it over to Greed, "Hungry?" he asked, waving them. 

Greed, unlike Baltimore and Barron, was not someone to show his feelings. The Grim reaper liked to play mind games to confuse people who were in front of him. And instead of throwing a look of glare, he got up, walking towards Lucas until where his body could move. He took the sticks that were particularly used to eat for reapers and ghouls who belonged to the land of the dead. These were the stems and sticks of the plants that were grown in the graveyard. The plants fed on the dead making use of the remaining energy source that was left of the dead body.

"So thoughtful of you," said Greed, taking them in his hands and biting away to chew on them, "I thought you were going to leave me here for eternity, but then I doubt that is possible. I noticed there's another Grim in this very house, apart from you and that silly little rabbit, Barron. What are you trying to achieve?" asked Greed. 

"Nothing," answered Lucas. 

"You're telling me you're collecting Grims for no reason?" Greed took another bite, his blue eyes staring at Lucas who looked outside the window to notice a carriage that happened to appear through the gates. 

"Baltimore was the first one who broke the laws of the dead."

"I know, he resurrected a dead soul."

There were some Grims and reapers who were aware of the little mishap that was pinned on Baltimore but no one knew who it was but no one knew whose soul was resurrected. 

"No, that was me," answered Lucas and Greed couldn't help but smile even wider than before. 

"Look at you breaking the laws of death left and right. I guess this way we can all break some of it. I can kill the girl again. How did she even live? I clearly killed her. I thought you took her to another place, to bury her but who knew you would bring her back to life," Greed's smile fell down from his lips to have a blank expression on his face. 

"If you kill her, she will come back again. We share an irreversible bond, Greed. I don't think you would like to be on my bad side this time," warned Lucas to the younger Grim who worshipped him with his eyes. 

"You know what I have admired about you the most until now. The way you are so meticulous when it comes to the little things which you behave as if you don't see it but you see it all. Even when I died in this shitty hell hole of the land of the living, in the hands of the pureblooded vampires and when you came for my soul, I have seen that calmness before the storm," praised Greed, munching on the sticks until they were all gone. 

Greed still remembered the day and maybe he was one of the few reapers who still had his memory intact even after he was dead and had turned to a Grim Reaper. When Greed was a creature of the living, he was not a human nor a vampire who claimed themselves to be on the higher social standing food chain in these grounds and maybe it was true until a Grim reaper arrived and knock the soul out of the body. 

He was born as a black witch. A creature who was despised by everyone and was shunned to the dark. Though there were cruel black witches, not everyone was the same which was similar to the saying that not all white witches were good by heart. People were good only until they saw the conditions to be in their favours and when it came to power, people changed. 

Greed's father was a black witch who had married a human girl, where both had fallen in love with each other. He was around seventeen when the humans in the village had found out about it, burning the entire family in the pyre of woods. Humans were pathetic beings and the pureblooded vampires who were there to brainwash them were even far worse when it came to not being able to sympathize and understand what was right or wrong. 

Once Greed had turned to a Grim reaper, he had taken the souls of the same humans to leave them in the middle of nowhere. After all, it wasn't like he cared, and he enjoyed seeing them run and cry for help as the Mighouls and the spirits fed on them. 

"Why did you shift the time of my clock?" asked Lucas, "I doubt its Goron who changed it."

"Yes, he does look like a fool, doesn't he," agreed Greed with a small chuckle.

"Was it Winston?"

"Why don't you find it out yourself. Go meet him," said Greed and this was enough for Lucas to know that it was indeed Winston who was behind his time change. 

"I am surprised you went along with him on changing my time without it being discussed with others," said Lucas, pulling out the tie that he hadn't put around his neck yet. 

"I received a gift in return to my work, it was hard to deny, especially if it's something that can steal other's abilities," said Greed with a wide smile on his face, as they both stared at each other. 

Chapter end