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Nothing's new in the city of Angels, some of them died not long ago. Some of them died recently. Bael is really worried. It's not like they complain about their fates of dying as they follow their beloved King, not at all; they're angels after all. They do not complain about anything. And Bael is certainly not complaining abou them. He's complaining about Paimon, his one and only, the angel that spent most of his life right beside Bael. But also, rigth beside Shikama, the King.
He told him that it was a mistake, that he was just an angel and he couldn't develop feelings for his King. It was a sin, a severe sin. He couldn't let his emotions to get in front of his duty as an angel, the most loyal of the Kingdom if they were talking about status.
Bael warned him about the consequences of an unrequited love: the King would hate him, or even kill him if he ever found out. Bael coulnd't bear to lose him. Not if he was in love with him, just as Paimon was in love with the King. Such a coincidence.
Those were Bael's thoughts. They didn't matter now.
Because now Paimon is dead. Dead in his arms.
He's holding him against his chest, wondering if it would help, if there was a possibility that he was just asleep. He holds him, strong enough to suffocate him if he was still alive.
The king speaks "What do you want?" he says. Bael looks at Paimon and he notices it.
A rose. A single rose on it's way to leave Paimon's throat, stained with blood.
He pulls it out of him, just in time to see more roses inside, suffocating him to dead, he asumes.
Oh.
Bael looks around Paimon's corpse, around the floor and he's horrified when he sees the unimaginable amount of roses all over the way they both came trough. Maybe he was too focused on reaching Paimon's hand to notice he was coughing flowers.
The roses are every single color but blue. There was not even a blue one.
How cruel.
Bael knows now. Paimon loved the King so much to the point of dying for him. Not by the angel dicease, not by a curse. A love dicease. An unrequited one.
He looks at the King now, who's suffering a lot now by losing his child. He doesn't look at the dead Paimon, not anymore. Acting like he was just another angel that could be replaced. It wasn't fair. Paimon just gave his life for him, died because he loved him and his face didn't even look like he had any regret. He was fine with not being loved by the person he loved the most. That's how pathetic he was.
It made Bael feel so angry.
Because he was the same.
He took Paimon in his arms and left the place full of roses behind. He didn't try to take one and bring it with Paimon, no, they were all Shikama's, they were for him to know there was an Angel that died because he loved him and he didn't notice in all those years.
Bael is coughing now, he wishes to be that important to Paimon, just like the King. What made him fall in love with the King? what was it that he didn't have?
He was already dying too, because he loved him just the way he loved the King.
He was looking at him the same way he looked at the King.
He was suffocating by flowers just like he was, for the King.
Wasn't it enough?
A blue lily comes out of his lungs. The only one color that didn't mean love for Paimon. The only color that meant love for Bael. Because that was the color of Paimon's eyes. Because that was the color of his favourite sky. Of his favourite things. That was his color. Paimon's color
Bael would suffocate by blue lilies then. If that meant he was able to reach him after death.
He would have loved to let him know about his feelings. But it was impossible now.
If he needs to die right beside his grave, he will.
He will die in a painting full of death, flowers and blue.
And then he will follow him through the blue lily field, to chase his soul, a soul that is already chasing someone else. But he doesn't care, he will follow him anyway, for years, centuries, and thousands of years.