[𝐁𝐋] 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞

"It is indeed truly infused with the entire forest! Everywhere I go, flowers flourish and spread, blossoming even at midnight! It's so lovely... ah, I almost forgot. Azrail, would you like to see the item that I've received once I turned into the God of Nature?" Looking away from the brisk flow of the running water, Azrail stared at his expectant eyes that barely held the excitement that Yeong-Hui felt at the thought of showing his newfound friend something of his own.

Not wanting to dishearten the male Azrail nodded his head, his gaze gentle as he saw Yeong-Hui rush to pull out something from the left of his skirt pocket. Seeing such a childlike display, Azrail couldn't help but feel a small sense of consolation from the ecstatic god as he continued watching the man endeavor to find the said item.

Whilst Azrail calmly observed Yeong-Hui's movements, a fire scorched inside of Yeong-Hui's purple periwinkle eyes. His every action displayed persistence in making Azrail impressed. Just imagine how Azrail would look once he saw his magnificent item! He would smile at him, applauding him increasingly with a dazzling smile on such a detached face! The more he thought about how Azrail would surely react, the more the fire blazed brighter.

He must make Azrail smile!

Finally feeling the refreshing surface of his item, an accomplished smile spread across his jade-like face, his dimples appearing as he spun around to face Azrail, presenting his gifted item to the content male. "Here! I call her—Sen! It means forest fairy; don't you think it is very suitable?" Staring down at the luminous flute, Azrail's eyes lightly enlarged as he saw how polished and exquisitely shaped it was. The flute that was mentioned was forged from lumber with diverse young buds of flowers sprouting out from it, swaying around as they blossomed with vibrancy. Reaching his hand out to feel it, Azrail drew back his hand as he saw how hastily the flowers withdrew from his hand; some of them even drooping as now all that was left was one side of prospering flowers and the other being shriveled ones.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Yeong-Hui. I forgot I could do that..." Darting down at the dead grass beneath his legs, Azrail felt an assault of emotions clash into his heart. Not even the grass could stand his presence. Detecting the crestfallen expression that Azrail carried, Yeong-Hui gave him a consoling smile and patted him on the head. "Don't fret about such an insignificant thing, Azrail! They can regrow. All I have to do is pluck them out from their roots and regrow new ones..." Doing as he told Yeong-Hui's hand gripped onto the stem of each dead flower and yanked them out swiftly, entombing them inside the ground before regrowing the barren region from where the dead flowers once sprouted.

"See, look!" Showing Azrail the now refurnished flute, Yeong-Hui scooted closer to him. "Everything is fine now. It looks much more appealing, doesn't it?" Trying to move the flute closer to him, Yeong-Hui puffed his cheeks as he saw Azrail scoot further away from him, a guilty look on his petite face as he couldn't help but continue gawking at where the lifeless flowers were buried.

"Hey, come on Azrail. It's no big deal. Flowers can always grow back. You are the God of Death, so death can't be that much of a big deal to you." Brushing away the remorse that Azrail felt Yeong-Hui instead concentrated on trying to make him understand that death was okay and not that much of a big deal.

"You experience death every day, don't you?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that those flowers died."

"What do you mean by that?" Observing the curious face of Yeong-Hui, Azrail opened his mouth only to shut it tight after. He didn't wish to tell anyone about what he went through throughout his conscious life. If his first companion here were to see him negatively... all that he craved was a fresh start, for others to see a different him. But how can others see a different him when all they see is someone who caused others to die because of him being elected as the next God of Death?