His Majesty the 27th Maou, Yuuri Shibuya, and Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld.
(((In other words, Yuuri was forced to, but Wolfram looks very attractive with his painting kit and ✨fashun✨)))
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To me, drawing Wolfram von Bielefeld is one of the most enjoyable characters to draw, aside from Luna Lovegood he has this charm that I don’t understand.
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!)
