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~
Forbidden magic- part 1
Gorron was in shock and he couldn't tell if he was being made a fool right now. It was because he was there on that day when the twelfth Grim was sent to the oblvision. There was no way this reaper was alive, but here he stood, with his scythe that changed its form and so did his robes that were much more darker in black, compared to the dusty black that was worn by the Grims and lower reapers.
"Who are you?" asked Gorron even though he noticed that every feature of this reaper resembled to one of the creation of Crane.
Lucas cocked his head to the side, "Why do you ask useless questions that you already know of?" he asked the Hawvert.
"I think he is in shock," Rower murmured, who stood next to Lucas.
The Hawvert's bones moved closer which were on his forehead as if furrowing deep as he looked at Lucas.