Chapter 1: Nightly Arrivals
Ok hi. I'm really sorry on the delay on Mooncoins I just had some stuff pop up (excuses) that I'm going to have better explained in the next chapter of that which is ALMOST done. I just had the idea for this story stuck in my head and wanted to write it down, and I ended up getting it done super fast. I hope it's good. I'm gonna try to make it a decent (length) story. For the quick summary/background info: Sometime after the events of Volume 12, Emi, Maou, and Alas-Ramus are transported back in time to the night they were first attacked by Lucifer. Why? Who knows (because I wanted to right this story). Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Any review is EXTREMELY appreciated, I loved getting the feedback on Mooncoins.
Maou glanced over at the sleeping form of the Hero, sitting uncomfortably upright, wrapped in a single blanket against the wall. Above her, the clock read 4 minutes till 3 in the morning.
She'd asked to stay the night at his house after the two of them had been attacked after Maou's work. In all honesty, Maou'd been containing his laughter at the whole situation. The Hero, practically begging him, the Demon Lord Satan, to stay the night because she couldn't walk home after losing her wallet. Comical. But still...
"Hey Ashiya," Maou called out.
The Demon General rolled slightly onto his left to face Maou. "What is it milord?" He questioned.
Maou turned his attention to the ceiling. "We have each other, but it looks like she's all by herself," he started.
Ashiya, now propped up slightly on his elbow, nodded slowly, his brow furrowed. "Uh huh…"
Maou kept his gaze on the ceiling. "We too, were pretty miserable and hopeless when we started, right?"
Ashiya frowned. Unsure where Maou was taking this.
"When I think of how she crossed through that gate, all by herself..." Maou continued after a moment, "Well, I won't be her ally, but I still pity her, y'know?"
Ashiya chuckled a little at the Demon lord next to him, slowly turning onto his stomach. "Geez, Maou-sama. You're getting soft."
Maou turned over as well. "Just for now, just follow me along on this."
Ashiya sighed, the smile still on his face. "I guess I have no choice."
"Your obedience is su-" Maou stopped. Something was happening. The hair on the back of his neck stood up. There was something wrong. Power was coursing through the air.
Maou sat up, preparing for a fight. Ashiya could feel it to, tensing, as he looked at Maou, whose eyes seemed to glow in the dark.
"Milord I take it whatever is happening isn't your doing?"
Maou shook his head. The pressure in the room was increasing, somehow a wind seemed to pick up in the room.
Emi began to stir, too much going on around her for her to sleep peacefully. "Wha-" she began drearily, before snapping to attention as she felt the magical pressure.
She looked at the Overlord and his right hand, both tense. She locked eyes with Maou, glaring at him.
"What did you do?"
Maou shook his head. "This isn't me. Maybe it's our 'friend' from earlier."
Both their gazes snapped to Maou's phone. The wind and pressure were concentrated right next to it, swirling, building.
The air popped, like sparklers at a fireworks show. Maou covered his eyes at the small burst of light.
Maou's phone buzzed. He did a double take. There were now two phones. One was his clunky red flip phone, the other a new, sleek smartphone. They both buzzed again, in sync. The wind began to pick up even more, the pressure growing as well.
Emi looked at the new item, and then at Maou, disapprovingly. "What the hell? Did you just use your magic to steal an ePhone?"
Maou looked bewildered at the redhead. "Really? You think I'd waste whatever magic I have over something as pointless as that? What kind of guy do you think I am?"
"I know you're a Demon King. Stealing, rummaging, pillaging, all those seem to be your MO."
"Oh, and so is the Hero's MO cornering and attacking defenseless part-timers with a cheap knife? How noble," Maou shot back lazily, a smirk growing on his face.
Emi huffed, her face growing red. "You're going to lecture me, on being noble. Oh this is rich."
"Hey, I'm not supposed to be noble. But belittling the lord of the house you're starting in is certainly not Hero-like."
"Uh, milord, Emilia," Ashiya interjected between the two. He wanted to defend his lord, but was currently more preoccupied with the growing magical force centering around the tatami mats Maou and he were currently crouched on.
Maou looked down at his and Ashiya's feet. The power surrounding them was immense, and only growing. The wind was picking up as well, threatening to pick up the newly arrived phone as well as Maou's own.
Sparks began again, this time in the center of the room. A lot brighter, and a lot faster.
Ashiya grabbed Maou, and quickly moved them over to Emi's wall.
"Hey!" she shouted as Maou bumped into her.
Ignoring her, the occupants of the room watched the small fireworks display occurring in front of them.
Ashiya looked at the floor and picked up a wooden rolling pin and a ladle that the small windstorm had knocked off the counter.
"Milord, arm yourself," he cautioned, holding out the spoon toward Maou.
Maou raises an eyebrow amused, but took the spoon without saying anything.
Emi looked across Maou at Ashiya. "The Overlord reduced to defending himself with kitchen supplies. How humbling."
"Hey, sorry my Cash Bush knife is on the other side of the room. I'm sure you wanted us to be matching," Maou snipped, shrugging.
Emi opened her mouth to retort, but stopped as the wind in the room suddenly started pushing back against all of them, and the lights in the center of the room grew so blindingly bright they had to cover their eyes.
"Something's happening."
"Well no shit Sherlock," Emi shot at Maou.
"Who's Sherlock?"
"I believe he's a fictional detective in this world milord. I read about him in one of the books at the library. He's quite intelligent."
"Ah."
The trio finished their bickering when the sound of a very large popcorn kernel being popped went off in the middle of the room. Their eyes readjusted to once again dark room, and in now focused on the new mass wrapped in bedding, now in the middle of the floor.
The Hero and the Demons looked at each other, before slowly moving closer to investigate. Ashiya raised his rolling pin in front of him defensively.
A groan came from the mass, and a figure separated slightly from the mass, rolling a little on it's left, towards them. Ashiya stuck his left arm out, keeping Maou back.
"Cautious milord. I shall investigate, you stay safe."
"Ashiya?" Maou's voice questioned.
The three froze. Maou's mouth hadn't moved. Ashiya slowly turned his head back to the clump of mass.
The figure sat up a little, running a hand over their face. "What in my name are you doing? It's like 3 in the morning you're gonna wake up Alas-Ramus."
Ashiya inhaled sharply. Emi's face became ghost pale. Maou's eyes widened, and he said the first thing that came to mind.
"What. The. Fuck."
Mmm cliffhanger, cause those are always easy and fun to write. I hope you guys enjoyed.
A quick update for anyone interested: do you guys care if I reply to comments like at the end in what would be "this space" after the chapter? I see some authors do that and I wonder. Also, on my profile or whatever I've got like my idea/update board for the stories I'm working on and stuff like that so y'all know I'm alive and haven't forgotten about stories, as well as other ideas I've got rolling around. Anyway, sorry for the ramble. Hopefully the next chapter is out within the next week-week in a half.
