The death reapers stared at the answer which the Grim gave. They had heard rumours and seen only glimpses of the thirteenth Grim. They didn't know much about him because the reaper was as good as a phantom who didn't appear in any Hawverts gatherings.

When they heard the growl of a hellhound appear from the back, the death reapers turned to see if it was their hellhound but it was different and bigger in size, "Meet Church," introduced Lucas and the next moment, the fight broke again.

The two hellhounds clashed their sharp teeth at each other while Lucas used his scythe on the death reapers, sending every one of them either falling down on the ground or crashing against the tree to only end up to fall. If they were mortals, they would have been dead by now but the dead couldn't die. They were persistent and eighty thousand sickles was a lot of money that one couldn't let go of.

"Come back with us, Cross!" said one of the reapers that came from behind, swinging the scythe to reap and send Lucas to the land of the dead. But Lucas dodged by bending and turned around to use the scythe to reap the lowly reaper, sending it back to the land of the dead instead.

Standing up, Lucas dusted the sides of his knees, "Who wants to go home next?" he asked looking at the death reapers. It had been a while since he had got the opportunity to stretch his hands and legs, this right now felt good. As the next two appeared in front of him, Lucas only had to swipe up his scythe and the reapers disappeared into the smoke. His black soulless looking eyes turned to look at the last two death reapers who were still standing their ground.

"If you don't come now, your punishment by the Hawverts will only increase," warned one of the two reapers.

"Why?" asked Lucas, turning the scythe in his hand as he said, "I don't think I did anything apart from taking a vacation."

Snickers came out from the death reapers, "We know what you did. You stole the soul and didn't send it to the dead."

Lucas' head moved to his side, "Stole?"

"Yes, yes! You stole the soul before its time and the soul was not anywhere to be found. What did you do with the soul?" asked one of the reapers.

Lucas's eyes narrowed as he had no clue where the damn soul was. He had not bothered with the soul and he didn't give a damn about it either, "I don't give a fuck about it. Go, find the soul yourself, instead of wasting my time."

His words didn't sit well with the two reapers and before one of them could touch him, Lucas threw his scythe for the reaper to be reaped right away, "Even if you send us back, we will tell the Hawverts of what we saw. You will only have your penalty increased and there will be many more reapers after you."

A question rose and Lucas asked, "Tell me...Who is having the third bounty?"

"Wrath. All of you first generation of Grims are going to be punished and sent to oblivion," snickered the reaper, "One of us will be chosen to be the Grims."

"And who is the fourth?" asked Lucas, prolonging the time to see if there was any other reaper who would show up to the party that was going on in the forest.

The reaper suddenly clashed the scythe and Lucas used his hand to keep the metal from touching him. Using his long legs to kick the reaper he picked up the scythe he had thrown.

As the reaper stood up, it answered, "The fourth is Greed with the bounty of fifty-one thousand sickles," that would mean, first was Baltimore, then it was him to be followed by Wrath. If Greed was fourth then the fifth one was Barron. The reaper then continued, "I was surprised that they raised the first bounty to be placed for one twenty thousand."

Lucas didn't change his expression as the sickles of coins in the land of the dead was not something he bothered himself with. Especially when he had enough to spend. Baltimore was gone for a very long time, it should have been obvious that he would end up with a high amount on his head and scythe to be ready to be snatched.

"Are you jealous that you don't have such a high bounty? Join me," Lucas taunted the man, "I will help you gain a good one."

The death reaper growled, "I have no interest to go ahead of the plague," this caught Lucas' attention and seeing no other reaper arrive, he said,

"I guess time is up. Let us catch up some other time in the land of the dead," and his form flickered before it disappeared, to stand behind the reaper and use his scythe to send him to the other side.

Church had taken care of the hellhound and Lucas decided to return to Valeria later. After looking around, in a blink of an eye, he disappeared and returned back to Adams' mansion. His scythe had disappeared from his hand, hiding and he knocked on the door.

Greed was the one to open it, "Welcome back. How was your trip?" asked the sixth Grim.

"I met some reapers there," Lucas responded, making his way through the hall, "How are things in here?" he asked.

"Belle is with the snake. Sitting in the drawing-room," came the reply from Greed and he closed the door shut. When Lucas appeared in front of Belle, Belle automatically stood up from the seat, wanting to know if everything had gone well.

"Lucas, you are early," chimed the older vampiress, her voice came out more than pleasant. Lucas noticed a shadow that was trying to creep behind her and he pulled out the gun. Pointing towards the lady, "W-what are you doing?" asked the woman alarmed.

Lucas didn't blink his eyes and pulled the trigger for the gunshot to be heard in the entire house and the lady fell down on the ground. Belle had a look of shock on her face before she noticed the body turn gooey and meltdown.

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