Belle Adams' Butler

Chapter 295 - 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.

"Do something! Find a bone!" Barron said before he finally tore his hand further and fell out of the cell. Barron fell on the ground with his back flat, staring at the ceiling that was made of black rocks, "My hands!" and the rabbit sat up to glare at the hellhound who didn't appear to step out of the cell, "You stupid little thing. Look what you did to my precious hands! My precious hands! Precious!" said the rabbit looking at its hands and then saw how pieces of cotton were falling from it, "Were you planning to eat me!?!"

"It should have eaten you," commented Baltimore from behind, "This is just the beginning. Soon you will have other reapers after you, and I will tell them on how I was imprisoned by all of you."

"Have you no shame in admitting that you are a weakling?" asked Barron, "You must have finally come to enlightenment that you are a stupid reaper."

"Keep talking, and I will only enjoy that much when you get eaten," said Baltimore before spitting on the ground in distaste.

Greed hearing this turned his body to look at Baltimore and pondered on his words, "You forget that once a fallen Grim, always a fallen Grim unless the charges are dropped. If we are going down, you are going to be dragged down with us," Greed let the tenth Grim know about it.

"That is possible only if you are still here in the land of the living, isn't it?" asked Baltimore with a smug smile on his lips, "You have been thinking highly of yourself because you can wield the magic, and that one has been obsessed with his rabbit suit. Why don't you take a clear look again?"

Barron, who was looking at his torn hand, lifted his gaze to look at the hellhound. Even Greed turned around to see the creature that was in the cell similar to Baltimore locked growl at them. They had thought that the creature was stuck in there by some magic which was possibly placed by Belle's former self but then the creature put its one leg out of the cell and then came another.

Thankfully Barron was a Grim reaper and not a mortal of this world, worse a human else he would have fainted by the look that the hellhound had on its face. Growling, snarling and snapping its teeth at them.

"I guess it was the wrong time to end up inside this stuffed rabbit. I am going to be rabbit cotton meat soon," said Barron, lifting himself and trying to bring his scythe out but his hand could barely hold it. Because of the cotton being loose, the scythe kept slipping by from both his hands.

"I will be sure to let Lucas and Belle know how your brave self sacrificed as the meat for the hellhound," Greed commented, and Barron looked at him with a dull expression. Somewhere he felt that Greed couldn't wait to get rid of him, and once he was gone, he would get rid of Belle to hog Lucas all for himself!

"Why don't we feed Balti, huh?" asked Barron, finding better options so that he wouldn't truly turn out to be a sacrifice, "Balti, are you ready?"

"Fuck you," Baltimore cursed Barron, "I will make sure Cross will be sent to oblivion once this hellhound will drag you both to the land of the dead. Do you think you have a free pass to enter or leave the land of the dead? All the hellhound needs to do is cry for the others to come here. I cannot wait to see you both go down," said Baltimore who was tired of both the Grims, especially the fourth Grim who kept running it in his face on how stupid he was to get stuck here.

"Wait," Greed said when Barron positioned his scythe towards the hellhound. The hellhound had been growling and snapping before, but now it appeared tamed as if it heard something and was looking at them.

Hellhounds were the pets of the land of the dead. Creatures who walked along the side of the reapers and other creatures if they befriended, but it was hard to befriend them.

"Wait so that the hellhound can chew me? Or wait so that we hear it howl and cry out for the rest of them to come here?" asked Barron, tapping his foot on the ground.

"Wait, as in shut up and listen," Greed rolled his eyes. He took a step forward and heard the creature start to growl again. Barron looked back and forth between the reaper and the hellhound, wondering if Greed had finally had a change of heart to sacrifice himself and save the precious bunny reaper.

When Greed took a step back, the hellhound stopped growling and the next five seconds was him testing out moving back and forth to receive growls which stopped when they were away from the hellhound, "It stopped snapping its teeth at you after something Baltimore said. What did you say?" asked Greed, rewinding the talks in his mind and finding what had got the hellhound tamed.

He then took a step forward again to hear the hellhound starting to growl, its teeth coming to resurface when it pulled its mouth back, "Are you Guilts pet?" asked Greed to the hellhound.

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