Barron had gone along with the maid to get his hand stitched because of what the hellhound had done. He was upset with the amount of cotton that kept falling down from both of his hands. Sitting on the stairs, he had raised his hand like a King who was waiting to be tended to by his lowly servants.

"Did you go to create the thread from the wool? Or to buy one?" demanded Barron who was waiting and when he waved his hand, more cotton fell down from his hand. Forgetting he had both his arms being torn, he went to pick up the cotton with one of his hand, but that resulted in more cotton to fall out that was turning his hand lean and flat.

While the maid was away to get the sewing box and Barron was staring at both of his hands, he was so consumed with rabbit suit that he failed to notice that there was a creature that had come sniffing him to where he sat on the stairs.

"Make sure you bring the same colour," shouted Barron, "I don't want to look like I am wearing a pair of socks on my hands."

And then he heard a low growl coming from behind him. He first frowned and then when he realised what was there behind him, he snapped his head to only have his face being chomped by the hellhound's mouth with its teeth digging into his rabbit face.

"AHHHH! I am not a real rabbit, you stupid dog!" Barron screamed, trying to free himself from the hellhound who had put him in darkness. Even though the hellhound couldn't hurt him, the mutt was going to tear the stuffed toy into pieces.

The servants who quickly made their way towards the hall and stairs noticed how Barron was crying alone for help while flailing his hands for more cotton to fall which was turning his arms slack with nothing but the outer fabric of the rabbit. To the maids, Barron was alone, and they could not see the hellhound that had taken a bite at his head.

"Somebody get some meat! Right now!" Barron yelled and the maids at first blinked at each other before hurrying into the kitchen to get some fresh meat.

"We have the meat, Master Barron!" the maid answered.

But the hellhound didn't want the meat. Instead, it had started to chew Barron's ear after he had somehow tried to get away from this rabid hellhound.

Greed who arrived at the top of the stairs walked down towards Barron and gently patted the hellhound's head, but that resulted in only the ear of the rabbit being replaced by Greed's hand, "You little shit!" growled Greed.

"Ah, my head, my ears!" Barron grumbled, losing one step on the stair, he ended up falling down, bonking his head on the stairs one after another before reaching the last stair.

The maids couldn't stop but flinch with every thud and fall on the ground. Emma who was the kitchen cook, walked forward to where Barron was and asked, "Are you alright, Master Barron?"

Barron shook his head before glaring at the hellhound, "I am fine. I am Barron, the fourth Grim," declared Barron who was previously yelling for someone to come and help him.

The rabbit then walked out of the mansion, going to the garden, he got his scythe out to dig one of the bodies. He then took out a bone from it and kicked it with its feet as his hands were of no use. The bone belonged to one of the many bodies that were dug in the Adams' mansion.

The maids were trying to understand from where the bone had appeared when Barron finally said, "Yo doggy, doggy, doggy. Come get a bone," the hellhound as expected left Greed's hand and jumped down before catching hold of the bone and taking it somewhere away, "Will someone now fix my hands and head before I end up with no body to be in?"

"You can make use of that rabbit that is up in the cell-"

"Go use it yourself!" Barron snapped, "This is such a disastrous day!" he cried out loud again, "When are Lucas and Belle going to return?"

Greed wondered about it too. They were supposed return by now as today was the day where the massacre was taking place, but still, there was no news from them.

"Where are they?!" questioned Barron.

While the hellhound was almost tearing Barron's head, Lucas and Belle were still in the land of Valeria. Far away from all of their troubles, the couple walked in the town and villages, going one after another and spending time together without much thought about the Adams' mansion was going to burn down which was wrong because somewhere in the back of their mind, they were worried about it. After all, they had left it in the hands of the servants who were much more reliable compared to the Grim reapers.

But Belle had pushed the thought away and had decided to forget the woes of the past and the worry of what was going to take place in their future. She was tired by thinking of what was going to come in their way, and for once, this time she would be selfish and wanted to spend time with Lucas.

They had not done it before, and with them being in another land, it only felt right that she completed her wishes with the person who she loved.

Both Lucas and Belle stepped into shops, buying clothes and things that they would have not done back in Bonelake. In the back of her head, Belle could hear a soft tone of music even though there was no one to be playing any instrument.

"Lucas," Belle called his name who was looking at the shoes that would fit Belle's feet.

"Hmm?" asked Lucas, who picked up a pair and showed her the shoe, "What do you think of this? Like it?"

Belle nodded her head with a soft smile on her face.

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