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~
Friend- Part 1
The lowly reaper died in front of his eyes. Though he had nothing against her personally, her action was going to damage his interests and it would be best to eliminate people like these. In the coming days, there would be many more and he realized he would have to put their focus elsewhere. With Barron who had appeared for his work here, there was no telling how many more would be flying here to get their position without letting others know about it.
The Grims couldn't be replaced and they needed certain procedures to be completed if they were going to replace the ones who had gone rogues. The order had been sent with the bounty of their soul on the head that had to be brought back to the land of the dead whoever was interested in turning from a normal reaper to a Grim with powers and position.
He collected the dust that had fallen on the floor, sweeping it when Belle walked down the stairs.