When Lucas had arrived at the Adams' mansion he had thought it was the bad luck that had driven him there but he now understood it wasn't luck but it was destiny. Lucas and Belle were destined to be with each other even afterlife and death. One wouldn't exist without another and if one existed, then the other would exist as a law of nature.

Though he had not seen the scene and had only heard it, he could tell that Greed had killed her mercilessly and then killed him.

"I love clues!" responded Greed with excitement, his eyes looking bright and staring down at Lucas.

"Who gives you orders to kill?"

"Hmm, that is no clue it is a question," said Greed, as he helped himself in sitting down on the branch on his heels, "You seem very curious about me and my work. The Thirteenth Grim who never shows himself, why?"

Lucas twirled his scythe that was in his hand that created wind in the atmosphere, "Your answer will give you the clues."

"How strange," murmured the reaper, "Isn't it the Hawverts who often give us the orders? What order are you specifically looking for? My tasks range with many work. Is it Gorron? Or is it Carson? Come tell me, I am very curious."

Greed had tried to persuade Lucas to come on his side to rule the land of the dead but wouldn't that mean he would take the Hawverts out of the picture? It seemed like everyone was playing their own game in here but it was impossible to think that Greed was doing this without anyone's influence.

"Do you know where the twelfth Grim is?" questioned Lucas.

"Guilt? That's someone I haven't thought about in a very long time. Why do you ask about him? Oh, yes, you weren't there at that time I believe," nodded Greed, "He's dead," he deadpanned.

Lucas' lips twitched for one side of his lips to pull up, "I might be the latest addition to the cards of the Grim but I am no idiot to not know that reapers cannot be killed."

"They can't?" Greed gave out a perplexed expression, "How strange, I thought you could kill a reaper," and he chuckled in the end, "Guilt is resting where he is supposed to rightfully rest. A place where no one goes and a place which is beneath us reapers for what he did. I mean he was a Grim that many looked up to. The third person in the formation of the Grims, if I am not wrong. Considering Edith was one, Rower was the second and Guilt after which the others like you and me came into existence."

Greed continued to speak, "But then you wouldn't know much about them, or do you?" the reaper's blue eyes turned to the skull for a moment before it got back to its mortal form, "So why would you want to know about him? He was a Grim you shouldn't concern yourself with," there was a certain possessiveness the way Greed spoke about the twelfth Grim.

With what Lucas had heard about Greed, the reaper had looked down upon mortals and he disliked the woman Guilt had built a relationship with because she was the one who had changed Guilt when it came to emotions.

Lucas then said, "You killed a woman when you had no reason to do so."

"Who are you talking about, Cross?" asked Greed, jumping down from the branch after he stood up, "There are so many I have killed, it is hard to remember which one you are pointing at."

"You were given the order to kill one person but you took the privilege to kill two of them," reminded Lucas and Greed stared, the smile on his lips falling down slowly. Both the reapers didn't speak for a good minute.

Greed stared because no one was supposed to know about it, "Where did you hear it from?" he asked, "Was it Carson?" Lucas shook his head.

"Evelyn Knivetton. You were ordered by the Hawverts to kill just the Grim reaper but you so far as went to kill the girl. Did you hate her so much? Feeling of insecurity is it?" taunted Lucas for Greed to continue to look.

Greed couldn't help but wonder how this thirteenth Grim who was always absent everywhere in the land of the dead knew about it. There was no one, no one who was there to witness what he had done but this reaper somehow knew about it. His eyes narrowed as he remembered how the body of the girl had gone missing,

"Did you resurrect her?" Greed asked casually.

"You can say that," came the quick answer but Greed didn't believe it. He had killed and damaged the girl's body in a way so that, it would never come to be of any use. Anything that would be mixed or touched would decay immediately.

"I call it bullshit," Greed had been careful when it came to his victims while playing at the backstage without coming forth to let anyone know he was the one who was the puppeteer, "What was it? An hour of resurrection? Her soul would reject anything including her very own body because of the damage."

Lucas nodded his head to this, "You are right. Resurrection is hard when a reaper damages the body. What will happen if the Hawverts find out what you did? A broken rule is broken. Be it one or ten of them."

Greed not liking that this little reaper knew something one shouldn't know, he suddenly used his scythe before trying to kick Lucas but Lucas disappeared and appeared behind him. Greed was equally skilled and he turned around quickly to use his hands to stop the attack.

Lucas was the first one to fall on the ground and Greed laughed, his voice echoing in the forest, "Don't underestimate your senior, Cross. Just because you know somethings don't get ahead of yourself," when Greed started to walk forward he noticed the person who had fallen on the ground wasn't Lucas but a log of wood.