When the weaker mighoul got torn apart by another creature which Belle came to believe was the spirit, she could feel chills running down her body. She saw how the spirit opened its mouth wide open and slowly started to suck the soul which was somewhat white and light blue in colour, like vapours. It continued to suck the mighoul before throwing the body on the ground.

She would have never known a spirit could look as hideous as what she was seeing right now. When Lucas and Belle had sent the spirits back to the land of the dead, they were nothing but shadows that lurked in the dark but here, in the realm of the dead they were more than just shadows. Belle knew these were shadows because of the black fumes that kept moving at the hem of their robes. By appearance, they were a mixed breed between a mighoul and a lower level reaper. Body made of skeletons who wore black robes. Their hair was grey in colour because it was made out of white smoke.

The mighoul growled, sniffing the air and Belle's hold on the branch tightened. She didn't want to be the next meal of the mighoul as it appeared to be more hungry.

Though this wasn't the first time entering the forest or the realm, the haunting shadows and the quiet atmosphere made her worry. She doubted there was light in this land. Every time she had been here, it was nothing but dark.

She covered herself behind the many branches, holding her breath to see the spirit finally leave where she had perched herself.

Belle wondered if she could get some help from the higher being. Possibly the reapers or the Grims? But then she shook her head, "No one will help," and it was the truth.

She was part of the dead and because of this, the other creatures would only consider her to be a madwoman who was trying to get her life back. To enter the realm of the living again.

Dying by coming to the land of the dead was the last thing she had thought when she had got into bed. Right now she had to get back to the town in this land. Maybe the mansion that reflected the actually standing mansion where Barron was. Maybe she could send a sign to let them know that she was trapped in here while her evil part of the soul was out with Lucas.

Belle was still trying to wrap her head around it. She placed her hand on her chest where her dead heart laid in her chest that had stopped beating since the time Portia had dug her fingers deep into her chest. If her beating heart had stopped, it must be true then...she was not alive anymore but she was officially dead.

She still had time. Though she didn't know how much exactly, she had atleast a minimum of one day time before her soul would start to corrupt and wander to the darkest part of the land of the dead.

While Belle was sitting on one of the branches of the tree, she didn't notice the creature who had spotted her, who had been looking for her since she had escaped the cave.

The creature was excited when it caught the fresh soul hanging up in the tree. It couldn't wait to get its hands on the girl so that it could take her back to the cave and restart the fire so that the broth could be boiling hot. Running its tongue across its mouth, the creature neared to the tree and suddenly started to shake the tree with both its hands.

Belle had been quietly sitting and pondering to herself when the tree had started to shake like there was an earthquake taking place below her until she noticed the creature that was busy shaking the tree.

"What are you doing?! Stop it!" she whispered to the creature.

It had barely been two minutes since the spirit had left this place and this stupid thing was trying to attract attention of the others by shaking the tree.

"Come down!" The creature spoke excitedly and Belle took another stick by breaking one of the thin branches to throw at the creature so that it would stop doing what it was trying to do.

"You must be crazy!" Bell scolded the creature and looked around to see where to hop or jump so that she could start sprinting away from this thing but the creature was such a nut job that it stopped shaking the tree to say,

"Me no crazy. Me Hector," and the way it said the name, it was heavily accented by pronouncing the name as Hecthor. Belle didn't care what its name was, she had to somehow get away from this place, "My tasty food. No run!"

"Oh, shut up!" if she was going to die even further by being eaten by one of these creatures, this thing would be responsible to send her to dirt. Belle was about to get down from the tree so that she wouldn't fall along with the tree but another spirit arrived at the scene on seeing this creature shaking the tree, "Look behind you!" she said to the creature but this thing was busy shaking the tree as if Belle would fall down like a fruit on the ground.

The spirit came right at the other creature and pulled it by the back of its robes to throw it against the ground. Belle flinched when the creature was beaten, one punch after another and she came to realise that it was a weak creature. All this while, she had thought the spirits were the ones who were of the lowest level in the land of the dead but it looked like she was wrong.

And even though it had cooked up the pot for her to step into so that it could eat her, she felt sorry for it.

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