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~
Look who is here- Part 3
Belle continued to keep her hand on the side of the mighoul's face until every inch of his shadow like a body covered itself with skin and flesh. Everyone in the room looked at her with a shocked expression on their face as they had never seen anyone do something like this before. No mortal or dead had ability like this. Lucas turned to Greed, to say,
"Go get clothes for him to wear."
Belle pulled her hand away from Hector, leaving the mighoul who looked like a mortal right now. He looked scrawny like a human who had not been fed for weeks. She had hoped to be able to see his face, a face that he once used to possess when he was part of the land of the living. Hector had straight silver hair that was long. His skin was paler than anyone in here, his eyes grey in colour.
When Greed brought clothes, Hector was helped to wear them as the mighoul had lost its ability to think and comprehend, even how to wear clothes. Lucas put his scythe back.