Belle cried out in pain when the knife cut into the skin, tearing her muscles as George had pushed the knife into her leg. Moving it an inch more felt like her muscles would only tear more.

"I am trying to save you, Belle. This world is sinking, and the next world will grow. Come with me instead of staying in a sinking boat," George tried to persuade her. She tried to regulate her breathing, trying to get rid of the burning pain she felt in her leg right now that was not letting her move.

With her front facing the floor she looked at the long empty corridor. She whispered another spell without sound that started to collect all the dust near her palm, and when a lot of it was collected, she took hold of the dust and threw it right into his eyes. George stepped away from her, trying to get the dust out of his eyes.

In that time, Belle turned around, pulling the knife that had pushed into her leg, she cried because it stung and hurt. Blood started to flow down, beginning to coat the floor red. Getting up, she started to limp to get away from him, but the place was blocked with invisible walls. Even though there was no door or windows, the empty space didn't allow her to pass through.

"You cannot escape from me. I have used the powers of the spirit. It came to eat me, but I knew how life works. You either get eaten or you eat them back, so I did what was best for me. I consumed the spirits," Belle had taken a run in the other direction. When the man opened his eyes after clearing the dust, his eyes were pitch black, "I will block every way that you won't have another escape route."

Belle was stuck as he had blocked the other side of the corridor when she didn't go too far away. She then stepped inside the one-room where Greed was in. Limping with her face scrunched in pain,

Greed couldn't help but smile at the pain Belle was in. He enjoyed it too much. Especially when it was the one woman who was the reason why he was in here.

"You mortals are such stupid creatures that no matter how many times I tell you, it will never get old," stated Creed, staring at her face and then her leg that had left a trail of blood across the ground.

"Shut up," Belle was in too much pain to be dealing with him. She locked the room from inside and looked for cloth in one of the cupboards. Taking a wide handkerchief, she tied it around her leg but that only soaked the white kerchief with blood.

"How can I when you are in such a state. Can't even hold your ground with a spirited creature? How pathetic," commented Greed, "I would have considered you to be worthy of Lucas if you were able to defend yourself."

"You're not my mother in law that I need the approval to take to be with Lucas," Belle rolled her eyes and saw how Greed's jaw ticked hearing this.

"Let me enjoy talking to you for the spare minutes before you finally move to the other side of the realm. I cannot wait for you to be there. I will make sure you are well treated," Greed gave a tight smile, his eyes kept flickering from blue to black noticed Belle.

"I have no plans to die."

"By the looks of it, you appear to be very loved by the man. He will open the door in no time," Greed stated the obvious, "Your tricks won't work on him."

"Why not?" asked Belle, she had noticed this, and she wanted to know but he didn't respond to it.

"What's going on with your eyes?" asked Belle, she saw the knob of the door move while she decided to take some rest before George would burst through the door, "They were black in the afternoon, and now they keep switching between blue and black."

The smile on Greed's lips fell, and he turned to look at the window to see his reflection. She was right, his eyes were changing colour, and it was trying to settle with black colour, "Thanks to Lucas, I am a fallen Grim now. Our powers are limited, and I have been raised as a red flag," he smiled at Belle.

"You should be happy, you get to spend more time with Lucas," Belle replied to have the man twist his lips.

"I am. Cannot wait to have him against you," said Greed and then his eyes turned to look at the door that shook continuously to be opened. With one more push, the door flew open, and George stood at the entrance of the room.

George looked at Greed who wore regular clothes. He then turned to see Belle, who was sitting on the chair with her leg stretched forward. Belle had lost blood, and she stared back at the man who she had been calling as her friend.

"Time to go from here, Belle," said George and in a blink of an eye, he stabbed her hand when she tried to move away from the chair.

"AHH!" every time the knife was dipping in and out of her skin, she felt the pain in every fibre of her body.

"Told you. You should have killed him, but nothing would work in your hands," Greed murmured under his breath. He then said, "Let me out of this and I will help you," he proposed, catching the other two people's attention.

George had only pulled out the knife, ready to position the weapon against her neck and Belle's eyes moved to meet Greed's eyes. How could she trust someone who had killed her in the past?

But then George was going to kill her.

"I wouldn't like anyone killing you when I want to be the one to do it," Greed smiled at her, madness in his blue eyes.

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