Belle Adams' Butler

Chapter 287 - Twig Ring- Part 1

He raised his hand to push the reddish-brown strands of her hair away from her face. Lucas had not slept, not because he couldn\'t but because he was not the kind of person who ever slept. A reaper never slept as it was always on work, fetching souls was its job at any point of time. Right now, he laid on the bed with Belle next to him who was asleep.

The time they had arrived back to the inn, it had been close to the sun going to rise in the sky, and he had tucked her in the bed before getting on her side to accompany her.

He looked at her eyelashes that touched the top of her cheeks. He let go of the hair he had been pushing away from her face so that he could look at her without her hair hindering his sight.

Lucas didn\'t know when he was created, but it felt like it was centuries ago, that he could not recollect the time anymore. And from that time to the current time, the only person who he had learned to care for was this girl who was sleeping next to him. Her breath was soft on the surface of the pillow.

Lucas often wondered why he had never decided to move out of the Adams mansion when there were million\'s of other things to do. Yet, he had not bothered to even think about it even though the little girl was annoying as a bee trying to be around him and wanting him to get attached to her, which she had successfully been able to do.

Belle was the only girl or only person who mattered in his dark world. A spark that had ignited in his cold soul before he even knew about it. Her childlike manner that was filled with curiosity had always made him work harder in hiding the fact that he had killed people and buried them in the garden. She had always had strange moods when she was a little girl that only tamed down as she grew up and in his eyes, Belle was lady enough compared to the other women who lacked a lot of moral values on how to be like Belle. That was right, thought Lucas to himself, Belle had grown under his shadow, but somewhere he had grown in her presence, together.

The vampires and vampiress\' children were mostly ungrateful, but she was different. He still remembered the time when Belle had adopted a little kitten that lived barely for two weeks before dying.

Little Belle had cried her eyes out like there was no tomorrow without the kitten as she had come to grow attached to it. She had gone to bury the kitten in the hopes to send it to heaven, which the previous night, Lucas had dug a new body in the garden. He had to manoeuvre her and find a spot where the bodies were not buried in the Adams\' residence.

"He died!" Little Belle cried, her shoulders shaking and eyes full of tears.

At that time, Lucas didn\'t know why a person cried when death was inevitable. It was the process of life for the mortals. They took birth to die and then passed on to the land of the dead. Some stayed back, and some passed through the gates for peace.

It made him wonder at that time how it felt to have a pet to care for and cry for it. How troublesome, that is what he thought about it. He also wondered, if it was the way he looked at Belle, a small rabbit that didn\'t know how to sit still in one place and kept climbing or jumping only to fall and stand up again. Somewhere he had compared the pet kitten to Belle.

A smile appeared on Lucas\' lips now as he stared at Belle\'s sleeping face. As if on his touch, Belle\'s eyes fluttered open that was filled with sleep. Her eyes looked darker that opened and closed a couple of times before they opened to look at him and a smile appeared on her face.

"You\'re awake," she murmured to him.

"For a while now," answered Lucas and their hands searched for each other before holding them. Lucas wanted to let her sleep as much as she needed as it was tiring for her after sending the first star to the ghoul\'s world, "Did you sleep well?"

"I guess," she answered, her eyes looking into his black ones, "Why do your eyes keep changing colours? It happened to Greed too. From blue to black," she remembered how the other Grim reaper they had met in Bonelake near the church had red eyes who was the third Grim, Warth.

"Depending on the situation and the powers we make use of. The black colour is something that is used to cover and hide the fact that we are Grims who stand out from the rest. The black is a mortals\' eye colour."

He felt her other hand reach out to place it on his cheek. Tracing his face, "I see."

Lucas knew that her mind was still weighing with what happened and what they did. Seeing someone good die was something Belle found hard to deal with, but in his view, she was doing better than what he thought. She always did better than what he thought, and he realised this woman was not the same small girl who would cause trouble and then sulk. If he were to be taken back in time, he would see her actions to be nothing but adorable.

"We saved one soul," said Belle, her eyes looking at him blink were the colour of gold turned to black, and she smiled like a little trick had been performed.

"You did good yesterday. It is not easy to save people, sometimes even if you want to you feel restricted to save them," Lucas replied to her, "Vivian and the Duke will be in peace like this, and it will possibly drop the corruption that has taken place in their bodies."

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