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~
Other half- Part 1
Music Recommendation: Ólafur Arnalds, Alice Sara Ott - Reminiscence
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When Lucas and the others had left the land of the dead, two Grim reapers appeared at the spot with the hellhounds barking in the streets and the town at the smell of a fresh soul that appeared here that was different compared to the other souls who came to either pass through the gates or to end up as a waste who roamed and lurked behind the buildings or in the forest.
The Grim cards of nine and Eleven looked at the streets to see nothing around as whatever was there, the scent had dispersed in the wind, and they were nowhere present right now. They were the gatekeepers of the land of the dead who looked after the orders that were sent down to the lower creatures of this realm.
"Do you smell something it," asked the eleventh Grim of the cards, its head looking front and back in the cloaked robes it was in.