Baltimore stared at Barron, "Why don't you come here inside the cell so that I can take a look at you," offered the reaper.

Barron nodded his head and started to walk towards Baltimore's cell and before Baltimore could catch hold of the rabbit, Barron was quick to slip out, "Ha! You thought you could fool me? Me, Barron the fourth Grim of the cards?"

Baltimore gritted his teeth staring at the little rabbit that had been close to his hands, "One day I will tear you into pieces and throw you in the fire my self."

Barron raised his hand as if meaning to stop the Grim reaper from talking, "Everyone will get time to spend with Barron. Please, but in line. I feel like I am so famous that everyone wants to throw me in the fire. You know what, Balti?" Barron leaned forward to whisper even though it was just the three Grims who were in the room, "If you are feeling hungry you have to just tell me. I will get you a good fluffy rabbit to eat. Soft and cushiony. What do you say?"

While Barron was trying to get reactions out of Baltimore who was the only Grim here who was stuck while the rest were out and free, Greed couldn't shake his gut feeling about the rabbit that was sitting alone in the cell.

"Have you met your twin?" asked Greed, staring at the older rabbit and Barron snapped his head to hear a tear coming from his neck.

"Oh my Satan, I need to ask someone to stitch this rabbit. I feel like an old mortal who moves one inch and hears one tear," Barron left Baltimore's side and came towards where Greed stood.

"I have no clue who that is. And it is not my twin! What, you think all rabbits fall under the same family?" asked Barron, unhappy that there was another rabbit in the competition that was threatening his position, "I will show you how we are not related!" and without a thought, Barron slipped into the space of the iron rods and walked towards the rabbit that was lying on the ground.

"I think you should step back," muttered Greed but Barron was the fearless rabbit reaper and he went to pick up the doll before dropping it back down on the ground.

"So much of dust!" Barron wiggled his hand before bringing it back to his face and blowing air in the hope that the dust would get off of his hand, "I will need to clean myself again. What do you even want to do with this?" asked Barron facing Greed.

Greed's eyes were still on the rabbit and it was when Barron heard a low growl coming from somewhere in the cell he was in. The cell wasn't too big, therefore, he turned around to see where the sound came from.

"I must be missing the hell hounds that I am able to hear them during broad daylight," commented Barron, turning his small rabbit body around the cell while searching for the hellhound.

"Step out, right now!" Greed urged Barron to get out and Barron tilted his head.

"Why? Do you think I will listen to every word you say? Hmm?" asked Barron, not knowing there was something in the cell room and he wasn't just imagining things. Greed noticed the red dots of eyes that appeared in the dark, "You think when you say to get in, I will and then get out? You are not the boss of me. No one is the boss of me. But you know who is the boss of me?" asked Barron who was speaking to Greed, "I am-" he couldn't complete his words as he heard the snarling and something breathing down his body.

Barron snapped his head and noticed that there was a hellhound standing right behind him, "HALP!" Barron shrieked and starting to making his way towards the iron rods which he had passed. The room was filled with deep growls of the hellhound that opened his jagged looking mouth that was dripping in saliva and it pulled its mouth further opened while going to Barron.

Just while Barron almost got out, he turned around and before he knew it, one of his hand was bit by the hellhound. Barron's eyes widened and he used his other hand to hit the head of the hellhound but he wasn't in his reaper form that it would cause any effect.

Greed pulled out his scythe to cut the arm off Barron as the hellhound appeared to not let him go.

Seeing Greed ready to aim, Barron yelled, "What do you think you are doing?!" Barron was half struggling to get away from the hellhound and on the other hand, he was trying to make sure that Greed didn't cut off his arm that he had got stitched several times in the past.

"Your arm is going to come off, either way, it is better to cut it-"

"NO!" Barron refused to get his arm torn.

Greed didn't care about the stuffed toy or Barron's temporary body, "I don't cut it off, the hellhound will tear not only your arm but it will catch hold of your soul and drag you out of here."

"NOOOO!" Barron continued to cry out and he used his other hand to get the already stuck hand out of the creature's mouth, but this resulted in both his hands getting snapped in between the hellhounds teeth, "What? Are you hungry for cotton! You damn mutt!" Barron shouted, yelling his lungs out as he spoke.

Baltimore enjoyed the little show as he was safe inside the circle while it was Barron and Greed who was in trouble because of the hellhound.

"How did the hellhound even get here? He looks like old," commented Greed.

"I don't care if he is old or new or a baby. Get things off of me," and Barron who moved himself to get away from the hellhound who was chewing on his cotton hands, his arm tore half-way where he could see cotton fall out of it. Barron's eyes widened because of the harsh sound of his hand being torn.

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