Belle Adams' Butler
Waking up from a nightmare several hours before dawn, Belle fetched a drink of water. She paused in front of her kitchen's window when she noticed a lit lantern in front of her mansion's garden. Her butler stood there, shovel in hand. This was no hour to be gardening. Curious, she made her way outside, but when she had gotten close enough to see a large and hollow pit next to her eternally-stoic and polite butler, she saw him pick up a rotten body. A DEAD BODY! Her eyes widened fearfully when she saw her handsome butler drop the rotting body into the fresh hole. She asked in horror, "What are you doing?!" Surprised to see his young miss awake at this hour, he stared at her with the same expression he had been keeping up for all these years. He had made sure she was asleep before coming here. "Gardening." "And the body?!" she looked at him in disbelief. "Fertilizer," he answered her before picking up the shovel that was on the ground. Belle was now certain something had possessed her butler. Who gardened dead bodies?! She then heard him ask her, "Want to help me in planting it, Miss Adams?" he gave her a sweet smile. Note: If you enjoy a book of comedy with light-hearted romance and a gothic background. This book is for you~
Lost things- Part 4
The mighouls bodies only splattered on the ground, turning Winston's ability to control the creatures of the dead useless, "Why would you go to such lengths?" asked Crane to Winston, "You are not even the creature of the living to be worried about such trivial matters like power and status," his dull eyes continued to stay on Winston.
"Things like those are often trivial when you already possess it. It is only the person who doesn't have it will know how one feels," tched Winston. He was working on getting the pieces of the metal to rejoin back to his staff of scythe but it was barely able to move up from the ground.