When Lucas moved aside, the death reapers who were looking for the soul or mortal was not there. Instead, another reaper stood in front of them.
"Tch, just someone of our own," hissed one of the death reapers, "I thought we could play with a soul," and the death reapers dispersed away from the alley. With them gone, Lucas turned back to see Belle who had transformed herself to one of the dead creatures.
Belle felt strange.
With no flesh or skin on her, the temperature felt less cold than what she had been feeling before. It felt almost comfortable. Lucas raised his skeleton hands up to Belle's face, touching the skull, "It worked," he said to her, "But you smell familiar, almost like a Grim reaper."
"Is it a good or bad thing?" asked Belle, who wanted to take a look at herself in a mirror. It wasn't every day that she changed herself to a pure skeleton.
