Disclaimer: Ma!Series belongs to Tomo Takabayashi and this was only me having fun narrating random things in my head.
The Great Demon Kingdom Magazine
Spring Issues, Vol. 01 || A glimpse of the life in The Blood Pledge Castle through ca-me-ralenses.
His Majesty The Demon King, Shibuya Yuuri, brought an instant-painting-machine from Earth. This machine that might rival Lady von Karbelnikoff’s inventions was called a camera. It was small, light, and no magic power required. Brilliant it was, though it broke eventually due to its soaked condition, caused by water that transported His Majesty from Earth to The Great Demon Kingdom.
However, His Majesty The King and His Eminence Murata Ken were kind enough to share what had been captured.
For those who were curious about His Majesty Yuuri’s remarkable charms, beautiful black hair and black eyes, he is as beautiful as he was rumored to be, apparently. His Eminence is also the same.
According to Lillit Rach Nanatan Mikotan Dacascos, the humble soldier that sent these pictures, while His Majesty and His Eminence were having fun sharing their portraits—His Majesty found it very pleasing to also share some of official portraits of other residents of Blood Pledge Castle, purposely posed for this special request of The Demon King.
His favourite one was (reason unknown) a portrait of Her Royal Former Majesty, Lady Cäcilie von Spitzweg, his predecessor. No one doubts her beauty and I believe, dearest readers, you will find yourself also fall into her unavoidable charms.
Her three sons are undeniable handsome, but the rumor of how His Excellency The Third Son, Lord Wolfram von Bielefelt, is the only one who is beautifully similar to his mother, is apparently true. Maybe this is one of the reasons why His Majesty puts these unrivalled beauties on his favourite lists. Lord von Bielefelt, after all, is his devoted fiancé.
His Excellency The Second Son, Lord Conrart Weller is no stranger to ladies’ ears nor eyes. He is quite popular, after all, and after this newest portrait of his was shared, perhaps his popularity will increase even more.
And although His Excellency The Oldest Son, Lord Gwendal von Voltaire, is not interested in spotlights, ladies (and gentlemen) still find his cold demeanors completely mesmerizing. People began to talk, however, of how Lord von Voltaire remains unmarried up until now—although he is the head of von Voltaire household. But one of the rumors said that he already landed his heart to his childhood friend, one of The Three Great Witches, Lady Anissina von Karbelnikoff.
The rumor still rings untrue, unfortunately, since the famous Red Devil, Crimson Anissina also prefers being a single woman. She was rumored fighting giant bear single-handedly and feared by most of men in the kingdom, but if we take a look closely, her admirable petite form and beauty is still a match to Lady Cäcilie’s.
The dilemma of this Mad Magicalist / Inventor’s unladylike behaviour and her beauty was frequently felt by one of von Voltaire’s men, Jozak Gurriere, who also happened to be captured by His Majesty camera,and stated boldly that he wanted to somehow being in the same frame with Anissina-chanand challengingly “do romantic poses with her”, but was too afraid of his boss.
Speaking of the most beautiful person in the kingdom, it is not fair if this particular person wasn’t mentioned in the first place. His Excellency Lord Günter von Christ, the famous tutor of the royal family and The King’s loyal advisor. Though men fancied him, apparently his only interest is His Majesty himself.
Just pouring anything that came into my mind. The idea of these childhood friends getting married & have a kid to be the next Lord von Voltaire is too cute to me. ((((But honestly I just want to add some source of extra headache on Gwendal)))
Decide to re-activate my tumblr for the sake of Maruma been addicted to it recently, although I watched the anime a long time ago, but I just read the novel recently. And tell you what—I’m still obsessed with my childhood crushes: Gwendal von Voltaire and Anissina von Karbelnikoff—only this time I just figured that they’re actually canon Well. I’m here to contribute some of my KKM fanarts
(In the perspective of Conrart Weller.) Yuri’s greatness shined upon the castle in the early dawn as he lay in the decorated coffin. He lays as if he is only asleep but we all knew. Our Maou.. No, our Yuri is gone. No amount of magic, luck or limbs could bring him back to us. If there was I would gladly give my body and life. But we knew if we did that he would never be the same. Without a soul, he would be an empty shell of the man we once had. I’d rather live without him for an eternity then never see that precious smile grace his face as he looks upon the kingdom he ruled, the pride filling his eyes as he walks into his bedroom to see his daughter and fiance reading together, even when he would throw his head back and close his eyes to think about the other world that he grew up in. Even then you could see something, anything. Now his face is sickly white, the plains of his cheeks that would flush pink were now absent of any hue. His noble black haired cascaded in an unnatural way, groomed and slicked into soft spikes- unlike the disheveled state it was usually in against his forehead. His dark eyelashes created a light shadow on his cheeks, his face held no signs of blemishing and his lips were a dull pink only earning that hue from the lipstick they ever so slightly applied to his lips. We all stood away from him, none of us able to even step near the pedestal that held our beautiful Maou. Many of Yuri’s subjects stood outside of the doors, you could hear hushed whispers and cries. But Gwendal, Murata, Anissina, Celi, Gunter and I stared almost in a trance, my mother’s usually cheerful atmosphere had turned to one of sadness and grief. It stayed like that for what felt like hours but it had only been for a mere few minutes until the doors to the room crashed open, the guards screaming at the figure that ran into the room. We turned to block any sight of Yuri, shielding whomever it was from the sight of our maou. The sight before us could only be described in our minds, any type of writing could not describe the emotion, the grief, the absolute crushing feeling of when Wolfram finally realized that his fiance is truly gone. After pushing us out of the way, Wolfram came to a complete stop only able to stare at the pale face we had to look upon for days. It was so quiet except for the sound of ragged breath coming from Wolfram, he suddenly fell to his knees with a loud thud.
His shoulders shook violently, his mother sat on the ground and cradled him. His sobs became more violent as time went on, and Gwendal for the first time in days showed some kind of emotion but grief. His eyes widened when Wolfram began to sing in a broken whisper.
“We who pledge in the name of the Shinou gather where he makes his hideout. We who pledge in the name of the Shinou, gather where he makes his hideout. If we were to be named we would be called the heart.” There was a pause and we all began to sing along to the familiar song. “Upon our word, we swear to uphold the Maou. By upholding the Maou, we are his heart. Always beside us, there is the Maou.” We began to sing louder, waves of memories and emotion rolling over us. The crowd outside began to sing along with the familiar song, all of us looked to each other before continuing the next lyrics. “Where there is hope, there is the Maou. Where there is pride, there is the Maou. Where there is love, there is the Maou. Where there is fidelity, there is the Maou. Where there are vows, there is the Maou. Ah, we uphold the Maou!”
The song ended and I felt the need to step toward Yuri for the first time since his death. I looked at my mother and youngest brother, the only thing I saw was my mother’s eyes, her eyes gleamed with unshed tears. That’s when I realized that the familiar spark had returned to us all. I could feel it in my whole body, it flowed through me. No.. It flowed through us all. I walked toward Yuri, my godson, our maou for the first time and collapsed beside him. My head laid on his shoulder and my arms held him closer, I closed my eyes as tears flowed down my cheeks, my tears hidden into his shoulder. I breathed in, his familiar scent clung to his black garments and even without Yuri being physically here I could feel his spirit. He was with our Great One, in the sky, in the earth, he was the light that flowed through the kingdom, he is everywhere. A sudden breeze flowed through the room and I heard a gasp come from my mother and Gunter. I opened my eyes for a moment and was met by the sight of blue petals surrounding us all. I took a deep breath looking to everyone before closing my eyes once more and for the first time in days I felt such relief and peace that I fell into a deep sleep. The End. (AN: I’ve been working on this for almost a week. I know it’s pathetic but I love Yuri and everyone so much and it was hard to write about a death of this calibar. Loev you all and I hope you enjoyed it!)
