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~
The company- Part 1
Lucas and Barron reached the gates of the cemetery, walking in the dark with no lantern in their hands as they didn't need one. Both the Grim reapers started to move towards the graves of Mr. and Mrs. Adams that was buried in the ground.
"You know this cemetery makes me worried after the last time the reaper tried to attack me," said Barron, walking beside Lucas as his head moved left and right to see the cemetery deserted.
"You will be fine this time," replied Lucas, his own eyes taking in the fog that was right now covering the lands along with the snow that had fallen on the ground, "You have your scythe with you now."
"Yes, for that I need to beat the reaper to the point where he won't remember me, because all our scythe screams that we are no regular reapers," said Barron, continuously moving. His ears flopped as he walked, his tail swishing left and right.