Ineffable Bureaucracy (One/twoshots)

Why Blue?

The Archangel Gabriel was drifting around, checking on everything that was his. His most favorite creation was the peacock, with it's beautiful feathers that stretched on for miles and seemed to be protective. The only thing about the peacock he didn't understand was the color choice.

It was the most beautiful bird in creation, and he had made it blue. His favorite color had only been recently invented, lavender, so why would he make the peacock blue? Well, if you were to ask, he wouldn't tell you. But in his mind, he knew the answer. The angel Beelzebub.

The angel Beelzebub was the only angel with black hair, but certainly not tinge only angel with blue eyes. Why would they make any difference in what he does?

Because he loved them.

He didn't realize it until he found himself gazing down into a field and watching Beelzebub making butterflies while their siblings ran around. The beautiful insects were so brightly colored that he couldn't help but smile. And then they looked up at him.

Violet met blue and the world stood still. It was the most beautiful color in the world. The beautiful baby blue framed by perfect lashes that fell over pale cheeks. They were the most beautiful thing in the world.

They smiled and lifted a small hand to wave. He waved back before flying off. That was the day he made the peacock.

Now the magnificent bird trotted around Earth like it owned the place, and his own personal pet peacock followed him everywhere as he watched Beelzebub get more beautiful as the days went on.

Their long flowing robes that shrouded their tiny body were soon covered in butterflies that looked like little crystals. They looked so amazing as they floated past that no angel could help but stare. Gabriel wanted them. But he wasn't the only one.

Lucifer, the morning star, also wanted the butterfly angel. He would swoop down and pull them into his arms and they would laugh and giggle as swarms of butterflies appeared. He would carry them off and bring them back long after the sun had set, laying them down in the field to sleep. And Gabriel watched all of it with a sinking feeling in his chest.

The day that Lucifer rose up would never be erased from Gabriel's memory. He remembered watching Beelzebub, dresses in black, throw themselves at him as if in slow motion, a dagger in hand. He grabbed their wrist and turned them around, pulling them against his chest.

"Why?" He whispered.

"He ordered." They responded. They escaped from his grasp and ran off again.

When they were finally caught and ready to be thrown into the Pit, Beelzebub had called out for him, begging to be saved. But he couldn't, and he watched them fall.

When he turned around, he saw the peacock and regretted his choice. He was haunted by those blue eyes for the rest of his life.