ok ok this one isn't the best written (i had to use the blasted comic sans method) - but there are PLENTY of allusions and hints in this so yayy even the title has meaning :) i expect plenty of good theories from this >:)) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- trigger warnings: mention of death --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- #20379109 Tears rolling down their cheeks, the Angel stormed angrily into the wide, white room, hands clenched into fists as their shoulders heaved. “It’s not fair!” “Gabriel,” Beelzebub warned. “I know,” Gabriel said wretchedly. They turned to pace the room and hiccupped. “I just - I just can’t believe that they’d decide to do this! Free will and first thing, oh, let’s kill God! Doesn’t that sound like a jolly good idea!” Laughing hysterically, they wiped their eyes, then burst into tears. “It’s not our fault.” Beelzebub stood, staring right ahead, as Gabriel paced around them. The flower that they kept always pinned to their head seemed wilted, a yellowish tinge marring the white blooms. “Oh, but it is!” Gabriel crumpled to their knees, leaning helplessly on an invisible wall beside them. “And we’re supposed to - we’re suppo - supposed to - you know!” They waved their hand vaguely and devolved into incomprehensible babble punctuated only by hiccups and gasps. “She’s my mom,” they whispered, looking up at Beelzebub hopelessly. “For us - She’s all of ours. Our mother.” Beelzebub pressed their lips together, trying and failing to repress emotion as a tear trailed down their cheek. “We’re never going to see Her again.” This broke them. Beelzebub crumpled down beside them, head in hands, letting themself rest on Gabriel’s shoulder for support, though the latter was in no state to provide such. “You know,” Gabriel said softly after a long while of silence, “You know, I always knew that eventually, something wouldn’t go exactly as I’d planned, something that couldn’t be tossed off to the dice turning the wrong way or the wrong card being on top.” They smiled wistfully, turning their head to look at Beelzebub. “And I thought I’d be sad about it. Angry, maybe, for a little while. But not like this. I never expected this.” Their voice was gentle, and they turned back out to stare into the white sky. They took Beelzebub’s limp hand, threading their fingers together as they pulled it up to their mouth and kissed it softly. The corners of the Demon’s lips turned up weakly. “Just a couple hundred years,” Gabriel sighed. “Just a couple hundred years alive and already everything goes so wrong. They tightened their grip and pulled the both of them to their feet, swinging back and forth. “Let’s go for a walk,” Gabriel suggested, and without a word, Beelzebub complied. A sprinkling of stars blurred into shape above them, a clearing in a foggy window. The pair stopped now to look up, and their expressions of fondness weren’t entirely a façade this time. “I was there, you know,” Gabriel whispered. “When She made them. The stars, I mean. You were sleeping.” “I do love sleeping,” Beelzebub replied warmly, which was an odd tone to hear from them, and one that only ever Gabriel go to. Gabriel leaned on them in the silence, wrapping their arm around the other’s. There was silence. “Desolate,” Gabriel finally said in a marked attempt at dramatic humor that failed only because it was absolutely true. “That’s how I feel. Desolate.” They grinned at Beelzebub, but it was empty with a helpless tinge. The Demon smiled back, if only to reflect the joke. “We should say goodbye.” Gabriel’s smile disappeared, and they spoke softly in reply. “I know. Is it bad that I don’t want to?” “I don’t want to either.” “But we should.” “But we should.” As they walked along, the flowers in their hair were brighter, and there were two now for each. And there were about to be even more, though in sadness. Everything must die.
