Disclaimer: Makai Ouji and its characters belong to Yukihiro Utako and Takadono Madoka.
"Hey, Solomon," Dantalion timidly called out to the young king walking in front of him. Solomon always did that; he always marched ahead of everyone else. The other Pillars never thought ill of it. They figured moving ahead of others came naturally to the blond mortal as reigning over his people did. Yet that habit of Solomon's troubled Dantalion to no end. To the Grand Duke of Hell, it was not as simple as a trivial tendency. As much as he was treated like a slave, Dantalion was Solomon's equal; the human king had told Dantalion himself.
"I love you, Dantalion. I would never leave you," were the very words that Solomon whispered into Dantalion's ear each night before they went to bed. "I will always be beside you."
And that, Solomon was. It was Solomon's gentle face that Dantalion's crimson eyes open to with every sunrise, and it was the last thing that he gazes upon every night. Each waking moment was spent together; no more, no less. The two of them talked together, laughed together, walked together; hell, they even slept together. Needless to say, Dantalion was the one individual Solomon would never live without. Dantalion was the only constant in his life that Solomon could never dare live without. Dantalion was Solomon's most valued treasure, his diamond in the rough. Truth to be told, perhaps Solomon saw more than just that in the Nephilim. Solomon might even admit that Dantalion was his life.
Every breath, every movement, every heart beat; Solomon was alive because of the brunet. If he had not met Dantalion, Solomon would have been lost and drowned in a sea of loneliness and despair.
And so, when Solomon continued forward without him, Dantalion was unable to help but ponder about what he had done wrong.
Perhaps Solomon intended to leave him behind.
Solomon's light steps came to a halt when he heard Dantalion call out to him with his deep, velvety voice; so pleasant and soothing to the ears. He wanted to hear more of it.
"What is it, love?" Solomon inquired as he turned to face the brunet. Likewise, Dantalion stopped in his tracks and refused to move closer to the blond king.
"Why are you in such a rush?"
At that moment, Solomon's emerald eyes widened in panic as if he had forseen his own demise, yet he himself had not noticed. The Grand Duke needed not say anything else. He knew his theory was correct.
Solomon planned to abandon Dantalion.
The King of Israel sighed heavily, as he moved to retrace his steps back to his seventy-first Pillar. He reached his hands out to Dantalion as a coy smile played around the corners of his chapped lips.
"There is something I really want to show you. Come. Walk with me."
Cautiously, Dantalion placed his hands in Solomon's.
"Lead the way."
The grip Solomon had on the brunet's delicate hands tightened as he caught the hidden message that was carefully weaved into his response. Even though Dantalion could read his mind, Solomon knew the Nephilim did not have to. The two of them could read each other like an open book. That was only the surface of their bond.
"Please trust me when I say I'll always be beside you. I truly do love you. Have more faith in me."
"You have my trust."
Content with the words Dantalion spoke, Solomon gave the demon in front of him one more smile.
"Let's go."
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