When her eyes pushed back to turn red, Belle looked at the next closest object which would be enough to knock George down on the ground, and she just did that. Another statue came flying when she placed a spell that had him fall—she pulled out the knife that brought tears in her eyes. And it was then she decided to kill him as she had tried to make him understand that only failed.

Belle had been hesitant before because she was the girl who valued the remaining relationships she had with, the only few people left in this world. She had no relatives and only a few people who she cared who were turning out to be dead. It ached her heart.

Her hand clutched on the knife he had stabbed her, preparing herself she raised her hand ready to push the blade through his chest, but George moved away from the ground and tackled her. Fighting with the knife and forced her on the ground.

"I knew you were stubborn since you were a child but why are you not seeing my point?" asked George, "This place is not for you and come with me," he said, trying to get the knife closer to her throat and Belle tried to resist it.

She could feel the knife close to her throat. The tip of the blade was sharp enough to slide into her throat and with one slash it would rip her neck. Belle didn't know how long she could keep this up because she knew her energy was drifting away from her body. If Lucas or Barron didn't come here, she would be the first one to be visiting the land of the dead, and this time it wouldn't be because of her day or night dreaming but because it would be her going in there permanently to never return to the land of the living.

Belle didn't reply to George because she was busy keeping the knife away from her throat, "Belle, we will live a happier life than this corrupted one," said George and right then Belle moved her body to her right.

The upper part of her body moved to the left, and the knife George was holding clashed itself on the floor. At the same time, Belle placed her hand on the ground, "Release!" she said, her hand sending a wave of wind across the ground.

This led to the markings that were placed above Greed to disappear, and he was finally free. This was her only option as she was not able to handle her friend's soul who was fuzed with the spirit from the land of the dead. Before George could raise his hand and stab her this time, Greed had appeared behind the man and used his scythe to cut the head off in a single motion. George's body defragmented itself before disappearing in the thin air.

"You could have saved your blood and energy if you would have released me sooner," commented Greed looking at Belle who was on the ground with her eyes looking up at the ceiling.

Belle's head hurt, but more than that, her heart felt heavy. Today was far worse compared to when her parents had died because she had relived the day. She didn't know who killed George, but whoever it was, she would look for the person. George might have turned to the dark side, but he wasn't like this always. He was a person she cared.

'Do you know the birds that fly?' she heard the voice of a boy in her distant memories.

'What bird? Don't all birds fly?' asked Belle, who was young.

George then pulled out a paper that looked as if it was a bird, 'See the bird that flies and swims in the water,' and he placed it down in the stream of water.

'It sank,' Belle said when the rain started to pour down.

'It will come up again, see,' and it did, that had Belle's mood brighten up as she had been sulking in the morning after getting scolded by her mother for climbing the tree again where she had been caught at the time when the guests had arrived at the mansion.

Belle cherished the memories. She had failed to see that George had feelings for her and that they didn't share the same feelings towards each other. She wished there was a way she could have saved him, but she had saved none until now. Even when her mother and father were about to die there had been foreshadowing about her mother's death. She could do nothing but watch it play out over and over again until she felt nothing.

George was gone, just like her parents had been sent away. Now even if she went to the land of the dead, she would not be able to find them because they ceased to exist.

With the spirit gone, so did its powers leaving the mansion alone. Barron was finally able to make his way inside the house after throwing a stone at the window which broke into pieces at the same time George was killed.

"BELLE! WHERE ARE YOU!?" Barron could be heard screaming, but Belle didn't respond as she was in shock losing the next close person in her life. The physical pain she had been feeling turned numb compared to the mental loss.

"BELLE!" Barron continued to look for in the ground floor to see things crashed and out of order. He knew it because he had taken the role of the stand-in butler having the maids work while Lucas was working on something else.

The rabbit finally arrived at the first floor to see blood spilt, trailing towards the room. Barron quickly made his way, running with his ears flopping higher to stop only when he reached the room where the Sixth card of the Grims, Greed was placed.

"OH MY FUCKING SATAN! GREED YOU BASTARD!" Barron said, launching himself on the reaper.

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