Belle Adams' Butler

Chapter 296 - My Hands!- Part 3

Chapter 296 - My Hands!- Part 3

Barron stared at the hellhound like the other two who were in this rock made room. The hellhound at the mention of the twelfth Grim reaper appeared to close its mouth and looked at Greed who was the one who had picked up the name.

"Guilt?" asked Baltimore from behind who was stuck in the cell with no way to get out of it, "That reaper has been dead for eons now."

The other two reapers didn't bother to answer, but Barron took himself to speak to Greed, "Are you sure about it?" he didn't want it to be torn into pieces by this hellhound. Though the hellhounds were creatures who Grim reapers and the other creatures were accustomed to, anyone could tell by the looks of the creature that it was no low tier mutt of the dead. It had gold eyes that looked like lights of fire and also black fumes that covered around it like fur on its body.

And when a hellhound was of a higher being, that mainly belonged to an old Grim, it was considered to be an intelligent creature. Greed took two more steps before disappearing the scythe he had in his hand. Greed wasn't too young to be part of the Grims like Barron, and he wasn't the first few Grims who had come into creation, but that didn't mean he didn't understand the life that went in the land of the dead. Guilt wasn't his admiration for no reason. He had seen the creature once or twice before, afar.

"Are you Guilt's boy?" asked Greed, his hand reaching out slowly towards the hellhound that snapped its teeth again.

"I think Guilt's boy is the other boy," joked Barron to receive growls from two people, "What? Am I not supposed to joke now? I am the one with no hands here," he waved his hand for more cotton to fall.

Greed tried to remember the name of the hellhound, but then he realised Guilt had never mentioned his hellhound with him.

When a maid arrived in the room, wondering what was going on thanks to Barron who was screaming and yelling when the hellhound had bit into his hands, asking, "Is everything alright?" the maid obviously could not see the hellhound as it was bound to the land of the dead and creatures who belonged to the land of the dead could not be seen by the mortals.

"Yes, Barron got his hand stuck somewhere he was not supposed to have," Greed replied to the maid with a bright smile that didn't ease the maid but made her look at them warily.

"You should stop giving creepy smiles,"said Barron, walking away from the hellhound as discreetly as he could, and he then looked up at the maid, "Stitch this."

The maid noticed how the hands were torn, and she wasn't sure if it could be mended quickly, "I will get the sewing kit and be at the stairs," she said looking at the other reapers before slipping out of the room, and Barron followed her.

Greed in the meantime wondered what the hellhound was doing here. Clearly, it didn't appear out of nowhere but it seemed that it was here all this time. Was it in the stuffed rabbit? Asked Greed to himself. He sat there, looking at the creature that finally walked forward. Sniffing him to find a familiar scent and it then started to swish its tail.

"You must be joking," Baltimore was more than annoyed that his plan of escape and freedom had been cut down by this stupid mutt. The hellhound didn't let Greed touch it, but it was sure to swish its tail back and forth and finally stepped out of the room, following Barron's scent, "Why are you helping them?" now that Barron and the mutt were gone Baltimore questioned Greed.

"Why do you care?" asked Greed, standing up and dusting his back.

"I heard from the witches that you were helping the pureblooded vampire. On the word of someone in the land of the dead," before being captured here, Baltimore had heard from the people whom he worked for on how Greed was getting his own benefits, but he wasn't sure if he could rely on what he heard.

"The pureblooded vampire I was working for was going to die. I didn't see any point in me working for him without any possible benefits," answered Greed, standing in front of the cell that Baltimore was in, "I change sides when I find benefit. I am a greedy reaper," he said with smiling at the tenth Grim.

"Help me get out of here, and I will help you clear your name. Give you Lucas' position. Maybe better than that," offered Baltimore, trying to haggle his way out of this cell where he was stuck since the last few weeks.

The smile on Greed's lips gradually lowered down, staring at the reaper, "A reaper who cannot help himself, how can he be of any help?" Greed turned his head to the side. Staring at the man, "But I am very interested in your offer of taking the position."

Baltimore could tell that Greed was getting swayed by it; after all, that was his root characteristic. This reaper didn't stick to one side but saw which was the most feasible one he could benefit himself with.

"The witches are going to win. Even if the stars have not been killed, they will make it through the gates. You would know it if you went to Edith and asked her," said Baltimore.

Greed continued to look, his hand reaching the iron rods to only stop midways, and he said, "I will take some time to weigh on my options. Until then, I hope you will be patient. I have a few errands to complete of my own," Greed's lips pulled back up into a smile that was wide and would be considered to be daunting for a mortal.

He then stepped away from the cell and room, closing the walls back to the way it was.

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