Once upon a time, the King of the Underworld saw Spring’s weather and fell in love with its liveness. In the dark world of the dead, there is no beauty nor happiness, only sorrow and despair. In the dark world of the dead, the only light is its ruler’s golden eyes which always seem to shine brighter before he passes his judgement. This is perhaps why Bam is mesmerized by Nature when he faces it.

“Are you looking for something?” asks the prettiest deity Bam has ever seen. He rarely sees the sky on the surface and therefore his contact with the color blue is limited. If there is something he knows, however, is that no sky or sea can compare to the hair in front of him.

“Um,” he mumbles, “flowers?”

He was most certainly not looking for flowers.

“For the Underworld?” –Bam nods– “I don’t think we have something that won’t die.”

“That’s–”

“I could try and make something,” he suggests, “but it’ll take time and I’ll need to get samples from the–”

“You can come whenever you want.” the deity blushes slightly at how embarrassed Bam sounds, “My name is Bam.”

“I’m Aguero.”

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“Are you looking for something?” his husband asks without turning his head. He always knows when Bam is near no matter how stealthy he tries to be.

“You.”