Chapter 5:

'I'm sorry Emi…' He thought to himself. 'This is the only way to stop this chemical reaction they are causing.' The bump to the ground seemed the wake Emi from the drug, as emerald eyes flashed up in peer anger at him - only rimmed with red outline now. He gulped. Looks can't kill, but she was about to murder him thoroughly.

"What the fuck, Maou…" Emi said slowly, anger seeping from every syllable. She was awake, but would she forget again? What id he just hurt her more?

"What? Did I do that?" He replied back sarcastically, eyes rolling and side-tracking the conversation.

"You mean drop me? I don't know… Let's check with my positioning on where I landed and compare it with your personality and your horrific treatment of me and the rest of human-kind." She spat back at him, slowly standing up. She tripped forward, not used to the weight on her back. Maou gently caught her and gingerly stood her up - holding her until she was steady.

Emi skeptically held onto his large forearm, avoiding Maou's face. She couldn't remember again, at least not all of it. There were fragments - pieces of her in his arms, on his lap, laying on the ground beneath him. But whenever she blinked, it all disappeared. She wanted to remember, at least, she thought she did. She frowned to herself while looking down, then gasped.

"Finally noticed, huh?" Maou said, laughing at her like the old days. She grabbed the ends of her scarlet-magenta hair in shock.

"It's back! My hair, it's back!" She said first shocked, then repeated with glee. Maou chuckled.

"Almost, and you're welcome."

"Almost?" She responded, confused. She looked through the strands she lifted until she came across her braid - as purple as Urushihara's hair. An annoyed look as she dropped the piece and shot a glare up at Maou's face, which was looking down at her from directly above. Her eye's got caught in his for a moment and an image passed in front of her eyes of their lips locked intimately. The image faded, her mouth gaped before her face flushed and she diverted her eyes away.

"It looks good, Emilia!" Lucifer called out in front of them, still holding his own against the angel problem - who had grown calm in the meantime. It was eerie, it was quiet, it was too calm for a mid-fight. The area had seemed to come to a standstill. Emi grew tense as she glanced around and back up to Maous face - who was looking towards the space midget, and she glanced back down at her hand still resting on his forearm as he absently stroked his thumb against her elbow as a calming measure.

"Please remember…" She mumbled quietly to herself, adjusting her feet and rolling back her shoulders to redistribute the new weight she felt - though it seemed to be getting lighter. She glanced over her shoulder to see the magenta and purple wings partially lifted off the ground and frowned.

"You got what you wanted, don't you think it's time for you to leave?" Maou said sternly, still staring down the child astronaut. The angle in front of Lucifer huffed in response, sat in mid-air and smiled sarcastically. Emi's face shot up to Maou's in surprise, and Lucifer lazily looked over his shoulder at them. With the lack of a fight he has to put up, he knew something of the nature had to be up.

"I don't know what you could possibly be talking about, hmm?" The angled himed and hummed to himself, smirking with a fake confused air about him. He floated back towards space midget, continuing his relaxed posture and turned towards his boss. "Have we overstayed our welcome, sir?" The figure nodded and opened a portal behind them.

"Guess that's bye for now!" The angel gleefully waved as they retreated, laughing to himself the whole time. Lucifer spat in their direction, Maou narrowed his eyes in annoyance, and Emi looked on with worry. Maou glanced down at Emi's distraught face. The corner of her eyes looked up and met with his.

'Shit…' Maou thought as they got locked in each other's gazes again, Emi's turning red and glowing. He unknowingly learned down towards her as her face started to flutter closer. 'Damn it, this needs to stop. Why don't we have a choice?' Maou thought as his lips graced Emi's, his face hovering above hers.

"Gross! Not again, get a room!" Lucifer gaged beside them, pushing them apart. Emi gasped, surprised to be out of the trance - but felt sad and empty. Longing for what was going to happen.

'But wait, what was going to happen?' Emi thought to herself. A flashed passed over her eyes of Maou's relaxed face millimeters above hers and the heat she felt from both of their bodies. She may not have been able to remember what happened specifically, but she could still feel the lingering emotions and drive. The longing and the heat reminded on full temperature ready to boil. Whatever this was, she needed to see this through, and soon. Maou had mentioned a passing comment about consent before, and she was going to need to figure out how to give it.

'What?!' Emi thought to herself. 'Why would I want to give the Devil King consent? I'm the Hero!' She angrily thought to herself. She peeked up at him again as he bickered with Lucifer. 'Oh boy… Why is it you? Is that even possible with a body like that…?' She continued thinking to herself, lost in thought - not hearing her name being called over and over again. Her face turned beet red.

"-mi… Emi… Emi?!" Maou called to her, tightening his grip on her arm to snap her out of her. She nodded her head as if acknowledging that she was listening while avoiding his gaze. 'It's probably safer that way for now…' Maou thought to himself. She seemed to have mumbled something, but he missed it. "What was that, Emi? I can't hear you when you talk to my chest." He could see the blush that covered her face.

"... I consent…" Emi mumbled louder, still not looking at him.

"What…?" He responded, face becoming stoic. He was dumbfounded. 'Where did that even come from...?'

"I… consent…" Emi repeated nervously, slightly louder.

"For what?"

"... Everything…?" Emi squeaked out in confusion. Maou raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know what you are even saying, Emi?" Maou said, softly. Emi whipped her head to his, eyes gleaming full emerald green - and grabbed his remaining horn, forcing him to face her straight and on even grounds, while she tiptoed in an attempt to meet him halfway.

"I said I consent, Demon King. I consent to everything!" Emi yelled angrily letting go of his horns, going into her standard hands-on-hips defensive position, eyes flashing towards his and her wings lifted off the ground flaring out in a glorious display - loose feathers floating down gracefully around them. Blood rushed to her face at the realization at what she had blurted out.

Lucifer stood there, mouth gaping like a fish - open and closed, soundless. Maou looked down his nose at Emi, expressionless. Lucifer finally managed to close his mouth and cleared his throat.

"Maybe she doesn't mean what we think she mea-" Lucifer started to say awkwardly before being cut off.

"I mean what I mean!" Emi snapped, glaring at Lucifer. She reluctantly looked back at the silent Maou towering above her, biting her lip and meeting his eyes while fiddling with her fingers. Maou swallowed hard, sweat dripping from his neck and how his back. He stared into her eyes for a long moment before nodding to himself.

"We're leaving, Emi. Urushihara, tell everyone we'll be back in awhile - we have something to settle…" Maou said clearly. He took a step forward and placed both hands on Emi's waist tightly. Both of them started to hover as Emi looked up shyly at Maou. Maou pulled her face to his chest to avoid looking at her and held her firmly before shooting off in the direction of the station.

Lucifer took a moment to collect himself, seeing them off, before walking over to his camera and picking it up. He smiled to himself when he hit the stop button on the private live stream and clicked on the 'Save Broadcast' button before pocketing his phone and walking towards the apartment staircase. As he rounded the corner, there stood the landlady in all her glory.

TBC