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~
My hands!- Part 2
Barron looked at the hellhound and then his hand with his face that was covered in horror, "Drive this mutt away!" Barron said.
Greed raised his hands to send the hellhound back but no matter what he did, the creature didn't leave and it looked like it was stuck here. Not to forget the smell of it. It appeared that the hellhound had been here all along for years.
"It is not going back," Greed stated. Opening the portal would only invite more creatures from there, and this was no time to do it. Not when they had other Grims and hellhounds who were trying to track the fallen Grims.