Deathbelle called to her vessel as the sun dipped below the horizon, and stars became their only source of light. The bluish color made its way down into the ravine, and he walked beneath it as he made his way to his Imperial Majesty. He stopped before her form, offering her a smile, as he dipped his head in an elegant bow. He wasn’t certain where they stood in their emotions at the moment, but he knew that he would always hold absolute loyalty to her.
“Deathbelle, you summoned me?” he asked her gently as she rose, surprised to find himself using her name instead of her title. He found himself in lighter spirits, through he couldn’t quite fathom why, he still did not have Deathbelle as his own, nor could he imagine it as a reality.
He hopped up on the rock so that he was beside her, prepared to follow her wishes to the best of his ability.
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