So I had an idea long long long time ago that I shared with @mvjerbs about a Nimona au where Bal does end up succumbing to his injuries and ends up dying, but not before swearing that his true love must set his story straight and for the truth to be revealed before he can set himself free. Nimona finds his corpse and- feeling bad for it- made a half-way decent arm with twigs a d sticks before burying Ballister the best she could. Little did she know it would open the gate for the Netherworld, and a whole new adventure, for her to explore.
Ballister sinks into the piano seat in an isolated part of the netherworld, pushing the the keys with no intent to make music as his brows furrowed in frustration. If Nimona said that Ambrosius was betrothed to another, does that mean he no longer loved him? No longer cherished him? Was no longer promised to him?
He harshly pressed a bitter note that echoed through the netherworld. If the corpses and cadavers didn’t know he was angry yet they would now.
“Woah Boss, the news of blondie really pissing you off, huh?” A pink worm inched to him, their fuzzy body creeping along his outstretched hand made of twigs and bark as he sadly gazed at them.
“I suppose I’m not even suited to wear the lovely Sherwani you buried me in, there won’t be any wedding for me after all-“ the piano keys continued softly dropping. Like tears that Ballister could no longer cry.
The worm shifted, warm pink light filling the piano room until a python sat beside Ballister, slowly winding up at the wooden arm of his until he turned away from the piano and back to the python.
“Well you see, boss, the thing is that the blonde boy toy of yours wasn’t happy bout the news. The news reporters said something bout him storming into the woods in ‘uncontrollable delight’ and ‘fitting excitement’,” the python gave the corpse an imploring a look that python’s usually did not wear. Nimona, however, can look any way that will get the message across to her boss as his gaunt cheeks lift up in an amused smile.
“Can you do another favor for me then?” He asks, rubbing the dry wood up and down Nimona’s head, smiling at her pleased hiss. “Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.”
Nimona slithered away, still hearing the sad melody echo through the netherworld as she slithered up and up the wishing well.
She looks around once she was back to the living world, shifting into a dog and sniffing around till she found the spot. Digging just a little till the wooden hand is just a bit more visible and gleaming. “Luckily for boss, I’m a great events planner. Now all we need is for the groom to arrive-“
With a wolfish grin, she chased for the scent, preparing the long awaited wedding for the corpse knight.