Ex-V: I hope you like it!
The call came in Early, at ten in the morning.
Emi dragged herself, slowly, groggy, out of bed, answering, pulling the phone up next to her ear, grumbling. "H-Hello..?"
Emerelda's voice rang through, snapping her out of a half-dozing stupor. "Yes, I need your help, please."
The Hero sat up straight, still sitting down, unsteady, on the side of her bed, slightly wobbly. "What's wrong-?"
The voice on the other end was still for a moment, before answering, full of trepidation. "Late last night, a powerful sorcerer went rogue and escaped to Earth…"
Emi tapped her chin, climbing up out of bed, keeping the receiver tightly against her ear, squeezing it between the side of her head and her shoulder, pulling a pair of plain white panties on, and tugging blue jeans onto her legs.
"How powerful?" She yawned.
"Not too strong, actually…" Emerelda admitted, hesitantly. "But he has a powerful artifact with him, and …Well, it's a disaster."
The hero set her phone down on the nightstand for a moment, putting it on speakerphone, donning a Bra and T-shirt. "Is that all-?"
"Yes, but-" The voice on the phone trailed off, nervously. "Listen, just keep an eye out for a huge mirror. It's magic, and shows you the future."
Emi turned, eyes wide, bewildered, back to the phone.
A moment of silence.
"It shows the future-?" She said, doubtful, almost disbelieving. "And it's legitimate?"
"It's legitimate." Emeralda sighed, stressed, plainly unhappy about it. "It's never wrong, so…Be careful."
"I…I understand." Emi nodded, shrugging, after a moment, still slightly on edge. "I'll bring Maou along, so don't worry about it."
"Okay. We think the mirror is holed up in a warehouse by the train tracks, you should find him there…You know the place?"
"I do." Emi stretched her legs, rubbing her arms, unconsciously preparing herself for battle.
"Good. God knows what sort of damage he'll do…Get there quickly."
Emi gave her assurances and hung up the phone, dialing Maou's number into the keypad.
It rang twice, before the Demon King Answered, sounding somewhat bored and slightly annoyed. "Yes?"
"Meet me at the Warehouse by 138." She huffed, locking her front door behind her, hopping up onto the roof, taking off across the city.
He was silent for a moment, hearing something in her serious tone. "Fine. Let's make this quick-"
"Let's." She grumbled. "Fill up on demonic power, if you haven't already."
She heard the sound of him pacing about in his room, shifting around, rustling some clothes together. "I'll be there in two minutes-"
She nodded, briefly, landing on a rooftop by the highway, staring up, slightly red, into the sky. Her heart fluttered. "Thanks."
He grinned, and she could practically hear it through the phone. "No problem."
There was a second or two of brief silence, and she fidgeted, flushed. The warmth and kindness in his tone always rocked her to her core, and she just couldn't help feeling happy and comfortable, wriggling in place, despite herself. "See you soon."
He hung up, still grinning, and she sighed, slipping the phone into her pocket, taking a moment to deal with the racing of her heartbeat, hoping to subdue the faint blush on her face.
Emi took off again, whipping through the city, across the rooftops, building to building.
(Two minutes later)
The hero landed, evenly, on two feet, crouched low on the roof of the warehouse by the train tracks.
She crawled over, stealthily, to a glass window, peering down into the darkness of the storage facility, seeing nothing.
Emi grumbled, rising to her feet.
Behind her, Maou materialized in a flash of purple light, and she turned, waving him over, silently.
He vanished again, appearing beside her.
"What's going on-?" He titled his head at her, and she bristled.
"Some mage from Ente Isla, with a Mirror that shows the future…" She whispered, turning slightly away, dropping down to the concrete, off the roof.
He teleported down beside her, and met her eyes, incredulous. "The future? And it's legit?"
"That's what I said-!" She sighed, shrugging, exasperated. "But it is legit, Emerelda said it's never wrong."
"That's annoying." He simmered, crossing his arms, leaning back against the warehouse. "What are we even sneaking around for, then. He already knows we're coming-"
Emi's eyes widened, for a moment, briefly, acknowledging the point.
She sniffed, aggravated. "Maybe he's not using it right now."
Maou cursed, under his breath, but grabbed her, teleporting them, silently, inside.
They re-appeared together in darkness; Faint daylight shimmered in from the windows on the ceiling.
Lights burst to life all around them, filling the huge hanger, revealing massive iron shipping crates, and a small circular clearing, a few steps ahead.
In it's center, a massive square mirror.
"I've been expecting you-" A loud, deep voice boomed, cackling, echoing through the walls.
"See-?" Maou grinned, dryly, prodding Emi, who huffed, as they stepped forward into the clearing.
"If you were waiting for us, and didn't run…" Emi called out, threateningly, approaching the mirror, condensing her sacred sword from the air, as holy armor appeared around her. "Then you must be feeling pretty confident."
"Why not show your face-?" Maou added, grinning, staring up into the rafters, where a dark, shadowy figure shifted slightly in place.
"Indeed, indeed…" The cloaked figure laughed, shaking his head. "Why not-?"
Maou twitched, grinning.
"Nice Mirror." Emi sniffed, brandishing her sword at the reflective surface. "Wouldn't It be a shame if It broke, somehow-?"
The dark mage chuckled, dropping down from the rafters, in front of them; He rolled his hood back to reveal a smirking, middle aged man with white hair. "Try it."
Emi scowled, eyes narrowing, and whipped past him, driving Better Half fiercely into the glass.
Nothing.
The mirror stopped her sword, harmlessly, and the Hero trembled, for a moment, before hopping backwards, away from it, wordless, trepidation filling her.
Maou rubbed the bridge of his nose, irritated, before raising a hand, demonic power surging up around him, eyes flashing red. "It's made of tough stuff, I see. What about you-?"
"Go ahead." The man sneered, stepping towards them. "It's useless, and just think…Just consider the things I could show you-"
Emi's ears pricked up, and her eyes widened, heartbeat racing, blushing faintly. Maou trembled, for a moment, frozen in place.
"That's right…" The mage snickered, delighted. "My name is Eros, and I'd like to show you the future."
Maou's heart throbbed in his chest, and panic coursed through him, recognizing the man's name, and his powers.
"Emi…" Maou stared at cupid, wide eyed, suddenly terrified. "This guy can-"
"Can make you two fall in love?" Eros laughed, interrupting him, cackling, circling them, shaking his head. "I'm afraid it's too late for that…"
Maou twitched, turning to Emi, who jumped, flushed, bright red, squeaking faintly. They stared at each other, in silence, for a moment, awkwardly, as Emi exhaled, dizzied, tugging her hair, wailing quietly.
The Hero was totally unprepared for this…Her heart slammed in her chest, flushed, dizzied, thoughts swirling. Maou just trembled, overcome, for a moment, tilting his head.
"I didn't have to do a thing." The Rogue chuckled. "I think you two were meant to be together-"
"N-No-!" Emi squeaked, breathless, flustered, furiously red. "That's…We hate each other-!"
"Really?" Eros grinned, widely, stepping away to the side, gesturing at the mirror; the artifact's surface swirled, in a mess of colors, finally settling on an image of Maou and Emi, together, on the roof of his apartment, in the moonlight. "What a strange future, for two enemies to share…"
Emi squeaked, covering her face with both hands, glowing crimson, peering up at the image through her fingers, seeing the affection and love twinkling in her own eyes, as she looked up at Maou by the light of the moon…
Maou just stared, wide eyed, into the mirror, seeing himself hold her hand, looking up at the stars with her…
In the mirror, Maou turned to Emi, tugging her close to him, and she faced him, breathlessly, faintly red. "M-Maou…" She whispered, and he grinned, leaning in to her, as she mumbled, nervously, flushed;
"Hero." He answered her, softly.
Their lips met, gently.
The surface of the mirror changed again, swirling, as Emi whimpered, heart hammering inside her, thoughts racing.
The mirror shows the future, and it's never wrong…She thought, desperately, blushing furiously, unable to tear her eyes away. It's never wrong…
The Mirror shifted, showing Maou and Emi, together, in her apartment, kissing passionately, heatedly, on her couch.
In the warehouse, Maou choked on his breath, exhaling sharply, watching the scene unfold, and Emi squeaked, crimson red, beside him.
In the Mirror, Maou was easing her pants off, and she was holding his shirt, panting, grinding her hips on his manhood, whining softly.
"B-Be…Be gentle-" She whispered, voice tiny, squeezing her eyes shut, pressing her face to his chest, as he slipped her panties off, opening the front of his pants.
"N-Nooo-!" Emi shrieked, horrified, in the warehouse, radiantly red, trembling, watching the mirror with rapt attention, eyes wide. "Maou, do something-!"
"Do what-?!" He hissed, weakly, eyes wide, unable to look away from the mirror, as strange, undeniable feelings rose in his chest, seeing himself, preparing to penetrate Emilia, Emilia the Hero...
Emi's heartbeat hammered inside her, as Eros laughed, thrilled, and a strange, tingling heat welled up inside her…
Maou…Maou is going to have sex with me… Her thoughts raced, and she quivered, watching the mirror closely, disbelieving, wringing her hands. I'm going to be fucked by Maou-?!
The mirror showed Maou beginning to pierce her, as she sobbed, wrapping her arms around him, around his neck, and she cried, twisting around in his embrace, fingernails digging into him, drawing blood.
"I love you." He whispered, calmly, to her, stroking her cheek, holding her tightly.
"I-I love you toooo-" Emi choked, stammering, brilliantly red, as he pressed deeper into her, tears streaming down her cheeks.
M-Maou…Maou is going to be my lover…In the warehouse, Emilia felt tears welling up in her own eyes, and she collapsed, down onto the floor, hugging herself, desperately, watching the screen, overwhelmed, flushed.
"S-Stop it-!" She squeaked, turning to Maou, seeing him drive into her, viciously, forcefully, in the mirror, and saw herself, screaming, panting, gasping, convulsing under him.
"Stop what, I'm not doing anything-!" He snapped, heart racing, eyes wide, twitching, glaring back at her.
"You're…You're having sex with me-!" She yelped, holding her head, furiously red, eyes spinning, as Maou drilled into her, in the mirror, and Emi's gasping, ringing shrieks and orgasmic sobs filled the room.
The king of Hell just looked, helplessly, back and forth, from the Hero sitting, trembling, on the floor of the warehouse, to the hero in the mirror, shaking, shuddering, overcome by orgasmic heat and pleasure, under him.
"Y-You took my virginity-!" Emi accused, squeaking, flushed, furiously red, glaring at him, heat climbing inside her, between her legs.
"Not yet-" He snapped, defensively, eyes wide, twitching, highly aroused.
Eros snickered at them, folding his hands. "Not yet is right…But he will. The mirror is never wrong…"
Ex-V: Did you have fun? Did you enjoy yourself?
I hope so! I really like this story, so I hope you like it too! I'll post the next chapter tomorrow, if you want :D
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