Belle Adams' Butler 96 Uninvited guest- Part 2

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Seeing Belle go, Lucas looked at the maids who were finishing up with the utensil, "You can continue the rest tomorrow," and the maids retired to the servants quarters. 

Lucas removed the coat he had been wearing to place it on the chair after folding it neatly. He walked towards one of the jars that contained salt and dipped his hand to take it towards the doors by pouring a thin line between the two walls. Placing the jar back, he stepped out of the kitchen. 

As he walked in the corridor, he raised his hand and every candle that was lit on the wall started to exhaust itself with every step he took forward. A death reaper, he should have known this was going to happen. Not because the reaper was behind Belle but it was because of the other reaper, Barron. 

Baltimore had gone rogue and then it was him, with Barron gone too, it was possible that the higher-ups were worried that the Grims would start to shift by being rogues. Not to forget the twelfth one had been ceased by the higher-ups that left nine more of them. Lucas was old enough to know and understand the ways of the land of the dead of how people were. He would have let Barron go if he hadn't initially gone to target Belle's soul but one way it had panned out well in his favor. The only problem being, there was a record of the reapers on who was the last person they had reaped. 

The death reaper was near the door, looking at the rooms and trying to find Barron's last infestation when it found Lucas standing in the middle of the hallways. It was a cloaked reaper, a reaper who was lower than him and it pulled out the scythe noticing how Lucas was looking at it. 

"Naomi," Lucas greeted the death reaper's surprise who hadn't expected the man to know her. 

The death reaper transformed to look like a creature of the living. Black hair was tied up high and her fangs protruded out of her mouth, "I didn't know I was popular. Here I was thinking I have a soul to take back tonight after the side job. Who am I talking to?" she questioned.

"Just a humble person," Lucas introduced himself, giving her a bow and the woman stared back at Lucas, "What was this side job you mentioned?" he asked with a soft smile on his lips. 

"Wouldn't you like to know," the woman looked at the person in front of her, not recognizing as she had never come across this one before. The man had the skin of a vampire and was a living breathing person of this realm which made her suspicious of who he really was.

Lucas then offered, "Would you like to have some tea?" 

The woman guessed that it was a high-quality soul as he could see her but he also knew her name. People didn't know each other's name, not in the land of the living nor in the realm of the dead. 

"I guess I will be taking you with me," the woman named Noami smiled looking at Lucas and she suddenly pulled out her scythe, and without losing another moment, she attacked him to hear a metal clash against her own scythe as the man pulled out his own weapon. 

Compared to the woman's scythe, his handle was carved and Noami noticed this, "You are a reaper too!" she clashed the scythe again which Lucas resisted with his own. 

"I never said I wasn't one, milady."

Metals started to clash one after another, sparks flying every time the metals touched. Lucas twisted the scythe around that twisted the hands of the reaper and he raised his leg to kick the reaper to have her flying against the wall with a dull thud before she fell down on the ground. 

The woman stood up, smiling as she ran her long tongue over her fangs like teeth. She again went for him, turning around the scythe she flung it left and right to get hold of the reaper who was pushing her away with his own weapon and out of nowhere he suddenly disappeared to come behind her, 

"I must say you are very slow," and he kicked her with his leg that had the reaper crash against the furniture. 

The reaper woman fluctuated from her dark black robes to the form she had taken right now, "You cocky fucker," she said and used her strength in trying to hit and she put the scythe back to use her hands and legs, her kick went close to the side of his stomach but he caught her, twisting her legs that earned a groan from her. 

The mortals from this land couldn't hurt the death reapers but reapers could hurt each other successfully as they were the same, "I am going to remove that smug look on your face," she said, her blue eyes lighting up.

She again tried to catch hold of him but Lucas was too fast for her and he dodged effortlessly to only appear behind her and throw her elsewhere that had her crash, "Fucker!" she hissed. 

"What a foul mouth you have. I believe it needs to be washed," he responded back that irked the reaper, "On another a note I think you have a problem expressing yourself. It must be the inbuilt frustration in that empty heart and head. How about I teach you some manners and how to be a lady," he offered her with a smile. 

The woman glared at him, "When I am a Grim I will teach you a better lesson," came the truth that Lucas wanted to hear. 

"I would have let you go but what you said is indeed going to be problematic," before the reaper could pull her scythe, Lucas had placed his own scythe on her neck, "Life is short, even in the realm of the dead, isn't it?" he asked in a pitiful tone and he pulled his scythe over her neck for the reaper to shatter into pieces like glass and then to smoke. 

Chapter end