329 River of dead- Part 1

Belle stared at the Grim Reaper who wore almost similar robes like Lucas and Barron but it had a greenish tinge on it. Similar to the atmosphere she stood in, "Are you Rower?" asked Belle to make sure it was a Grim and she hadn't guessed wrong. 

"I am," whispered the creature, the Grim's words echoing softly around them even with the number of things that surrounded them, "Do you have the coins?" 

"Coins?" asked Belle who was confused as why he was asking for coins from her before she said, "No! No! I mean I am not here to pass through the gates," she remembered how the Rower took coins from the souls as a fee to help them pass from the bank of the river to the other side of the gates. 

Rower stared at her. His eyes were not red like Warth's, not blue like Greed's or gold like Lucas' eyes. There was nothing but darkness in those hollow eyes of the skull that belonged to the Grim Reaper.