Chapter 3:
"I can't let you do that, Demon King." The voice shook the yard with a laugh, the shadow enjoying the scene that was be folding. A man who looked in his mid-twenties sat on top of the roof of the Devil's Castle, long wavy silver/blue hair shifted slightly in the breeze. His massive silver wings gave way for no speculation to who and what he was. He smiled a large smile with ease, casting a look to the figure behind him - A child-like astronaut also stood there silently on the roof of Villa Rosa.
Maou gripped tighter on to the fallen hero in his arms that was falling in and out of consciousness. He glanced to the side at Lucifer only to see his face frozen and pale. He tightened his expression as well as he turned his eyes back to the new enemies before him.
"I don't remember inviting clowns to the party!" Maou yelled up to the angle with bravado, forcing a smile to his face that resembled a smile reserved for unwanted customers. The angle chuckled in response.
"We don't need invites, especially when the party is forbidden." The angle responded, lazily waving his hand at the Hero and Demon King. "That's a big no-no, by the way…" Maou scowled in response to the chiding.
"The last thing I heard, this 'party' was forced on Emi by that doom and gloom Dave & Buster kid behind you!" He yelled up at them, annoyed. The angel shrugged.
"Not my problem… Rules are rules. The Devil & The Hero needs to die and the Seraphs need to return to us." He responded, leaning forward eagerly. Maou's forced smile turned into one more fitting of the king of Demons.
"Not gonna happen, buddy." He hissed out through his toothy smile, eyes sparkling at the challenge. Lucifer looked over at Maou, panicked at the challenge that Maou was offering. He recognized the beings before them, and he questioned whether Satan had the strength anymore to even be on their level. His eyes shifted slowly to the pint-sized mute astronaut on the roof nervously before struggling to get on his knees while taking a big breath.
"Dude, no! Not the people we should be fighting right now!" Lucifer squeaked out fast. Maou shrugged and ignored him.
"Hand over the Hero Emilia, pleaassseee~" The angel said, snickering. Maou pulled Emi flush against him and stared up at the angle down his nose. His voice got darker, almost foreign.
"You heard me the first time. Not. Gonna. Happen. You really shouldn't make the King of Demons repeat himself…" Maou growled out in annoyance. Emi groaned in his arms, filled with more of his power leaking from his anger. Maou flinched subtly and loosened his grip slightly, calming himself to reign in his power.
"I'm sorry Devil King, but that's not up to you." The angel said sternly. Maou gave a hearty laugh.
"It actually is, because as you can see there is no Emilia the Hero here. Only my two demon generals, Lucifer and Emi…" Maou smiled proudly. The angels face turned stony, and Maou wasn't sure if it was from his response or her pain. His thumb rubbed soothing subtle circles on her arm to distract her while he stared down the unripe bunch above them.
"Don't be smart with me…" The angel hissed out angrily. "Hand. Her. Over. I don't care she's your general or whatever - you never really cared about your other ones, leaving them to die and all..." He shrugged down at Maou, smugly.
"Well, I care about them now. You ain't taking her anywhere."
"I don't give a crap about your newly found conscious. She's just a human. The slayer of thousands of your race. You think they will accept the murderer of their people as a leader? You think she will turn against the humans of Ente Isla and slaughter them next? This is inevitable and we will keep coming until we have what we want."
"Hmm… No. Don't wanna." Maou said in a childish manner.
"... Excuse me?"
"Not happening. Too bad, so sad. Besides, demons kill demons all the time and they would see her as one of the strongest."
"Why? Grown attached to your future murderer? A new pet? Or maybe, you actually took her on as a lover?"The angel screamed out, anything to get a ride out of the Devil. Maou did not respond to this comment, and the angles eye light up. "Is that it? Have you actually decided to take the HERO who tried to kill you as your lover? Ahahaha!" He leaned forward heaving while laughing, holding onto his stomach, eye's crying from disbelief.
Lucifer could not believe the conversation happened. He looked over at Emi in his king's arms to see why she hasn't responded to these claims - only to see she her eyes glazed over and red, skin looking feverish.
"Maou! Do something! Emi's fading fast and she ain't gonna to last much longer if you don't do something!" Lucifer loudly whispered as he knelt next to Maou. He shakily stood up and peeked around Maou's arm to see the constant changes happening to Emi's Hair - constantly fading between purple and silver, her eye's rolling in pain and burning red. Maou nodded stiffly, his face resembling that of stone.
" I - I know… Just… I need her to be awake enough to understand." He hissed out, his hands readjusting the hero gently in his arms.
"We don't have time for that! We need to kick some major ass here, and we can't do that if she's dead!" Lucifer whisper-yelled back.
"I need her to consent…" Maou shot out, eye's dating to the corner to see Lucifer without moving his head.
"For what?!" Lucifer was about to snap, more than any time when he expected dinner and received an extra-small beef bowl instead.
"The only way to make her better would be for me to absorb her holy power - while simultaneously replacing it with demonic power in a way that won't rip her body apart."
" I know that already, dude. Why aren't you doing it now-"
"The mouth." Maou hissed out through gritted teeth, turning his whole head to Lucifer now, eye's glowing.
"... What?" Lucifer responded, expressionless and monotoned.
"I have to do it through the mouth. It's a bit different with humans than it is demons. I'm personally exchanging powers. Which is... how she ended up like this in the first place." Maou responded awkwardly, face turning away to kid his 'big-boy' blushing face.
"You have to… kiss Emi...?" Lucifer responded slowly, disgusted on the inside with his sire's bashful face.
"Please don't call it that…" Maou begged him.
"That's what it is, Maou." Lucifer stated with a dead face. "What else do I call it?"
"Not that… Anything but that..." Maou continued to beg as Lucifer turned and looked away to his the disgust that made its way onto his face.
"Well, just kiss her already! What's so hard about it? You've already been down her throat!"
"Consent." Maou stated, matter-of-factly.
"Huh?" Could his eye's roll any harder than they just did?
"I need her consent. She kissed me first last time, though... it wasn't by her own volition. I would like her consent this time. I'm a leader of the people after all."
"What the hell, dude…" Could one face-palm any harder?
"... I don't consent…" Emi groaned. "I refuse... the mouth of the king of demons."
"Are you kidding me right now, Emi?!" You're gonna die, Maou's gonna die, I'm gonna die!" Lucifer screeched, all patience lost.
"I refuse… I don't want... demon breath on my virgin lips…" She said in pain, attempting to push Maou's chest away from her body.
"From what I've seen, you're far from it- OW!" Emi had managed to weakly kick him from her position in Maou's arms. Maou looked down at her in defeat.
"For Alus=Ramus…" He said softly. Her eyes widened, she blushed then looked away, seemingly to think about it while glancing at the roof and back to Maou.
"Fine… for Alus=Ramus…" She replied back slowly, hissing in pain as her body reached boiling temperatures.
"Urushihara, I need you to distract them for a bit…" Maou said hurriedly, turning his head up to the two the two angelic beings still watching them curiously.
"Fine… I expect an extra large pork bowl for this - No, scratch that. I want all-you-can-eat meat!" Lucifer stated, standing on his legs spreading his wings to cover a kneeling down Maou behind him with Emi in his arms. The angel sitting on the roof stood up, looking annoyed in response to the sudden change in motion. Maou looked back down at Emi, and she tried to look anywhere but Maou's face as her own was flushed. The Devil couldn't tell if it was from the fever or the close proximity of their faces.
"Emi… It'd be easier if you closed your eyes." Maou said, feigning annoyance.
"Hush… I know that…" She responded, face entirely red as she still refused to look at him.
"This will probably hurt…" He continued slowly, face nearing hers.
"Any contact with you hurts me physically and mentally." She mumbled.
"Eyes closed, Emi…" He said again, pulling her closer as his breath hot brushed her face. She panicked and squeezed her eyes closed in response. She felt him hesitate above her, so she peeked her eyes. She froze when she did, breath catching behind her lips. There he was, face mere inches above hers. Eyes half-lidded, fogged over with desire and sadness. Her let out a gasp as her eyes met his, and her eyes returned to a solid red state once again. Desire won.
"Sadou…" She whispered right before both their lips touched.
TBC