Belle Adams' Butler-Chapter 371 - Chaotic- Part 2

Barron had not expected the death reapers to find him rolling around as he had almost camouflage himself with the snow. At least, that is what Barron thought not realising that while the snow was white, his fur was off-white in colour.

"What kind of animal is this?" asked the death reaper, trying to kick and push Barron's back with his boney feet.

This little piece of shit! How dare he try to kick him! Barron thought to himself, and he was ready to bite the reaper before realising biting wouldn't work as they were not in their mortal forms. 𝘧𝘳𝐞𝚎𝑤ℯ𝘣𝗻𝘰ѵℯl.c𝐨𝚖

"Who cares, just look for the Grim reaper! The next thing we come to know is the reaper has disappeared. The bounty is high!" hissed the other reaper.

"Come here, look at this," came the curious voice of the reaper who was still kicking Barron with his feet. More than scolding the reaper, Barron could feel himself to be tickled, somewhere it also felt like his body was being massaged, "This is the strangest thing I have seen in the mortal world."

Rolling on top of the surface of the snow had failed, therefore Barron decided to take the next option. The problem was not fighting them off but if one of them decided to raise the flag about a Grim reaper being here, in this specific land and in this town, and in this forest which was close to the Adams' mansion, that was not going to be a good situation.

The two death reapers who were looking at the odd animal saw it hop on the ground with two of its hands and hind legs, "What a strange creature," whispered the reaper, "Do you think it will taste good in the land of the dead?"

Barron's ears moved up at the mention of him being treated as a food. He quickly started to jump as a rabbit would.

"The smell is moving away! It is heading in that direction!" shouted one of the reapers.

Faster! Faster! Said Barron to himself and he finally stood up straight and started to run as fast as he could. Unlike Lucas, he didn' have the power to apparate.

"The creature is able to run like a mortal," whispered the reaper who had stamped on Barron earlier to get a bang on his head.

"You shitty dimwit! That is the Grim reaper!" said one of them and they started to chase Barron on his tail.

"LUCAS! BELLE!" Barron shouted for help in the forest, that only attracted the other reapers who had not indulged themselves in hunting the Grim before. Barron decided in his mind that he needed to look for Edith before she would return to the land of the dead. Hopefully, she was still packing, not that there was anything to pack when it came to the dead.

He wanted to make sure his stars were right!

When one of the reapers arrived right in front of him, Barron stopped. Ready to run in another direction when he noticed some more reapers surrounding him.

"Where do you think you are going, fallen Grim?" asked one of them.

"He looks scared," cackled another.

"Who do you think he is? By the smell, it looks like a low ranking Grim."

Barron looked offended by this, "What do you mean low level, I am Barron the fourth Grim! I was taking a stroll in this land before returning to the South where my home is," bluffed the rabbit, "I will make sure I send each one of your back to the dead. You sorry worthless beings!"

The death reapers suddenly turned quiet, over the mention of the Grim they had caught was the highest head. Their hands clenched on their scythes, like a fisherman ready to catch the fish. Here, Barron was the fish.

Barron pulled out his own scythe when one of them commented, "Who knew that Barron had rabbit fetish."

The death reapers came straight to attack Barron and the rabbit wielded its scythe effortlessly, beating the reapers one after another, "How dare you look down at the mighty me!" Barron used the metal to reap one person after another. He wasn't a Grim reaper just for name but because he was a strong reaper.

"Yes, keep it coming!" said Barron, swinging his scythe and sending them back to the land of the dead.

"You little-" Barron used the other end of his scythe to break the death reapers bones.

"Do not be a greedy bastard! How dare you try to sell me off! Come on tell me! I am your master," Barron clunked on the death reaper's head.?While Barron was trying to send them all to the land of the dead, one of the reapers hissed, "He's too strong!"

"Somebody catch him!"

"He is too small!" said another.

"This is why you do not underestimate the great me," stated Barron.

"Contact the Hawverts!" What? Barron snapped his head. This was not good! He had to run away as quickly as he could from here.

"I am a nobody," Barron waved his hand, "Why do you want to call the Hawverts?" laughed

the rabbit nervously at the end.

But the deed had been done. It took less than ten seconds for the death reapers to send multiple signals to the land of the dead. And it took less than five seconds for one of the Hawvert to come to make his presence.

Barron was made of cotton but he could feel the tension when the lowly death reapers moved away from him as if making their way for the Hawvert who had arrived, "You have caused quite some trouble. Let's go home, shall we?" asked the voice. The rabbit recognized it instantly.

It was Winston.

The rabbit was now worried. This was not good, and it was worse that he had been caught.

Before anyone could breathe or tell something, the Hawvert had pulled his scythe but he didn't swipe it. He placed his hand on the rabbit and in a blink of an eye, the rabbit and the Hawvert disappeared in thin air.

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