Oga pointed his fist towards the heavens. A look of childish delight lit up his features as he reveled in his success. The mark had shrunk. His resolve had been like iron the past few days and it had paid off. Admittedly it had been difficult but he was man and when a man made a promise he kept it. He felt great pride in himself. For once in his life he had worked hard. "Yes!" his roared loudly as he pumped his fist in the air "It's smaller!"
"What's smaller?" A voice interjected. The general positive atmosphere vanished as Hilda appeared behind Oga. He heard the rustle of fabric on fabric from behind him as she approached. His hand was seized in a vice like grip.
Hilda ,visibly trembling, continued to examine the changed mark as she asked ,"What has happened? How did this happen? Master? Master, answer me please!" Oga had begun sweating because she seemed to be approaching the cusp of hysteria. He was pretty sure that she still kept her parasol sword in her room. He gulped and explained slowly " I ...uh kinda ...avoided interacting with people for a a few days. You know this new game is pretty addictive " he faked a chuckle nervously "I ... sorta ... sat here and played it for the whole time." He gestured weakly to the PS4 and held his breath. He glanced at Hilda trying to gauge the maid servant's reaction.
Dread filled him as he saw Hilda take a deep breath, her eyes closed. Her elegantly gloved hands trembled as they reached for his neck. Eyes clenched shut and sweating profusely Oga waited for the end. Instead of a vice like grip upon his neck he instead felt two soft hands on his cheeks. Surprised, his eyes flew open. She cupped his face tenderly face in her hands. They looked into each others eyes. The deep brilliant green of her uncovered eye seemed to have an infinite number of shades. It bespoke a tenderness and compassion that surprised him. It was the least demonic thing that he had ever seen. "Master, " she pulled him closer to her as she whispered, "I understand."
So she put her high heeled boot firmly through the Play Station 4. The heel punched straight through the device. Then she put her boot through it another dozen times for good measure. Satisfied that the thing that dared to harm her master had been neutralised she stepped off the tattered remains of the game console. She felt great pride in her ability to care for her master. She was truly elite among maidservants. Nothing would harm him or get in his way as long as she was alive.
Oga, by this point, was on his knees. Tears streamed down his face as he silently saluted his departed friend. He was so close. So close to 100% completion. Assassins creed 4 was huge but he had conquered it. He only had a few more islands to explore. Remembering the goods times he had as Edward Kenway brought fresh tears to his eyes. Hilda was surprised to see the master weep. She had not thought he cared so much about his duty as a demon lord. So settling down beside him she wrapped him in a warm comforting hug.
"Really?" Furuichi leant in close as he spoke in hushed tones while sneaking not so subtle glances at Hilda. "So then she diced it up and then burnt it just in case it was able to regenerate?" He felt for Oga but this was just too good and in his opinion Oga definitely deserved all of it. He pictured, for the umpteenth time, Oga on his knees before Hilda, the play station crushed under her boot, crying his heart out. As hard as Furuichi tried, he couldn't suppress his giggle.
Unfortunately, Furuichi realised his costly mistake too late. As soon as he had let out his small laugh Oga's face had gone dark and demonic. The air itself seemed heavy with foreboding. Furuichi gulped and raised his arms in a futile attempt to protect himself. He braced for the blow that would have him catching a bullet train from the south back to Ishiyama. But the blow never came.
Og'sa clenched fist was still raised in preparation to strike Furuichi to Okinawa but he had held himself back. He himself was just as surprised as Hilda and Furuichi who looked quizzically at him. "Wot?" He muttered as he rose and took his leave. Hilda too rose and hurried after her master. Furuichi admired Hilda backside as she departed and wondered what was wrong with Oga.
Oga strode down the corridor, eyes cast downwards. Two delinquents who were blocking his path immediately paled when they recognised him. "It's Oga, the demon who put down Kanzaki!" they stammered "please don't hurt us." Oga looked down at the two and gave them the friendliest smile he could muster, that being a kinda I won't kill you now look and said, rather unconvincingly, " I don't believe in violence."
The room was dimly lit. The scarce rays of sunlight reflected off the mans glasses. He sat on his couch flanked on either side by a young woman and gave off an aura of power and affluence. A ridiculous pompadour crowned his head. His minion, as was only proper, approached him on his knees. "Himekawa,"he addressed his superior"I've got the pictures you asked for". He continued to face the ground as he presented his work. " This is the woman you asked for. She is definitely his bride" The pictures showed a blond, well endowed woman from side on . Himekawa gave the pictures a cursory glance and held it so the two women flanking him could see. "Heh, one giggled, she has really big boobs, like a cow. Moooo " she imitated and continued to giggle. Ignoring her Himekawa produced 10000 yen and dropped it into the eagerly waiting palm of his minion. Smiling down at his subordinate he ordered " You'll bring her to me."
It was later in the day that Furuichi made his way home. Rounding a corner he narrowly avoided bumping into a great pair of tits. Lucky me, he thought. Since Hilda was alone it was time to make his move. "Hilda, what a coincidence," he said smiling his most charming smile," or is it fate?". Hilda gave him a look that was usually reserved for undesirable slimy things. Only slightly discouraged, Furuichi matched his pace with hers and attempted to start a conversation again. " So where's Oga?" Furuichi asked. "Master is at home. I was asked by mother to acquire human ingredients from the market. Though master must be acclimatised to demon dishes he is also very stubborn when it comes to his food." Yeah Furuichi thought you tend to avoid stuff that can kill you as he jealously observed how Hilda face brightened at her own words about Oga. Returning her face to one of disgust Hilda addressed him " Slave, the master has been acting strangely. He did not strike you as he usually does. Why? Perhaps it is because you are too weak to waste time with. "She nodded to herself. It made sense. "The demon lord should not lower himself to beating trash like you."
Offended Furuichi immediately retorted " No, he has vowed to avoid conflict and violence from now on!" Once again realising his mistake too late, that he had blown Oga's secret to the worse person/sadistic demon maidservant possible, he fell silent. Hilda too was silent. After a minute she spoke " the master's determination and perseverance are some of his many admirable traits." Continuing as though speaking to herself she said " but in this case it is a hindrance". Beside her Furuichi could feel her plotting away as the complex working of her mind put together a plan. She was distracted by the appearance of a gang of the delinquents. The leader stepped forward. He grinned. "Himekawa sends his regards. We're here to kidnap you by the way." They charged at their target. Furuichi let out a high pitched scream. Hilda's face remained stoic as they closed the distance. 'Convenient,' she muttered quietly.
The last thing that Furuichi remembered was a baseball bat. Wooden judging by the headache he felt. The pain was so great that he wouldn't of been surprised if his head had been cracked opened in the attack. He tried to reach up to check and realised his hands were bound together. Fortunately his legs weren't and he awkwardly rose. "Oi hostage," a coarse voice rang out from behind him " Stay the fuck down." Before he could comply Furuichi was struck a vicious blow over the head. He went down but was able to bring his bound hands up to protect himself.
It took Furuichi a few seconds to recover. He glanced upwards and glared at his assailant. The kidnapper, crouching in front of Furuichi ,grinned wickedly at him. "You two better do what your told," he warned and reached behind himself "or I might just melt off your face!" From behind he pulled out a gun and from its barrel dripped a viscous orange tinted liquid. He shook it slightly causing a few drops to strike the floor producing the disturbing sound of the concrete being melted away. Preparing, a brave, no-fear reply to the delinquent Furuichi was about to speak up when his antagonist was struck aside.
The spectacled visage of Himekawa replaced the previous delinquent. "Sorry about that," he said with about a nano gram of sincerity "It wasn't part of the plan to bring you here." Himekawa looked at his subordinate who still lay on the floor. " My perfect plan" he continued as he stomped on the fallen delinquent with each syllable " My perfect plan which you've gone and ruined!" Finished with his words he paused for a moment. Then deciding that he wasn't finished with the beating he proceeded to kick his useless minion in the ribs.
From behind him Furuichi heard a familiar voice. " Slave ," the voice, unmistakably Hilda's, asked " Where are we?"
" Hilda!" Furuichi sighed in relief. Now he thought it was time to get out of here. Twisting around he saw that Hilda had all her limbs bound and had been dumped in an awkward position on her stomach. Furichi whispered urgently " Hilda, what are you doing? Let's get out of here already." Hilda cast an annoyed yet weak glare at Furuichi. " It seems I have been drugged" she explained and squirmed in her bindings. " Seriously? You are a demon. Come on!" Furuichi cried desperately. He quieted when Hilda gave him a smoldering look which left him in no doubt that he would've met a horrible death, had it not been for Hilda's current state.
Realising that guest the of honour had awakened, Himekawa strode over and eyed her. "I'm Himekawa ," he paused a moment to allow his prisoners to bask in his glory and tremble. However all he was met with was Hilda's stoic expression. She was neither, it appeared, impressed nor intimidated. Ego bruised somewhat, Himekawa wanted to see some fear from his prisoner. Picking up the acid gun from the ground he returned to his victim and sprayed some on the floor near her face. Giving her his most fearsome look he demanded" Now why don't you be a good bitch and gimme your phone and I might not melt your pretty face off."
Hilda, still expressionless, stared up defiantly at her captor for a few seconds before stating " I have nothing of the sort." Himekawa leant down, gripped a handful of blond hair and pulled Hilda up off the ground. He enjoyed the expression pained anger on her face. Waiting another moment, he asked again and received the same reply.
Furuichi looked on as, the apparently helpless, Hilda defied Himekawa. Frustrated, Himekawa dropped her. " I didn't want to do this," he checked the acid pistol and flicked a switch. Furuichi recognised the hungry look the delinquent cast over his prisoner. Only he was allowed to look at Hilda like that. It was his time to prove himself and win Hilda's heart. He rose. His feet were shaky but unbound and he stood firm as all eyes turned to him. " I got a phone."
"Well you better hurry then," Himekawa grinned unleashed the acid upon Hilda anyway. As it struck, her clothes burned away and she let out a anguished cry. Watching the anger and shock on Furuichi's face, Himekawa let out another salvo and reminded him " You better hurry. I don't know how much is gonna be left." Even though his hands were bound, Furuichi pulled out his phone and looked through his contacts. He fumbled the phone and bent to retrieve it. Hilda's scream rang out as he pressed the call button.
Oga skidded around the corner and sprinted full pace towards the exit. Behind him a hoard of delinquents followed shouting curses and insults. Fuck me Oga thought this demon lord shit has gotten me into all this trouble. Where did all these guys come from? Hearing that he had defeated kanzaki, which was akin to usurping him, half the year level had decided to defeat him and rank up at Ishiyama.
Oga exited the school grounds at a breakneck pace. The endurance of the pursuing delinquents was of Olympian standard and after what seemed like an hour Oga reached the river bank. Turning around he glared at his pursuers. "Oga, you pussy" a delinquent called " fight us". Oga sighed. Well he thought I guess there is no choice. He rolled up his sleeves. He crouched. Then he dove gracefully into the river and swam furiously towards the other side. The delinquents stood stunned on the opposite bank as their prey escaped.
Soaking wet and as tired as fuck Oga pulled himself out of the river and lay on the grassy bank. His phone chimed. Surprised, that even after the extended dip it still functioned, he reached into his pocket for it. He pulled out a fish, then a crayfish before finally reaching is phone. "Yeah?" He answered. A notification popped up. Video call?
Furuichi's face appeared. Panicked and hysterical he shouted at Oga through his phone's screen. " Oga! They got me and Hilda. They've drugged her! You gotta save us." Oga raised an eyebrow " Bullshit," he replied bluntly. He was about to switch off the phone when he heard a high pitched scream. The screen suddenly blurred as though in a rush of wild motion and Oga was greeted by Himekawa's smuggest look. " I got your wifey and your friend. You better get here or there won't be much left of them" he turned the camera to show a bound Hilda, her clothes half burnt off, writhing in pain upon the floor. She screamed. Her wild eyes focused on the phone's screen. Recognition showed in her expression. She turned a pleading look to the camera and mouthed master. Her eyes pleaded. Then in another blur Himekawa occupied the screen. "I've messaged you the address " he said and grinned. As the call ended Oga heard another scream. Conflicted, he looked down at the dark screen clenched in his trembling fist. He could see his own rage-twisted expression reflected in the screen right up until the phone was, with a loud crack, crushed in his grip.
Thanks for reading. Still pretty true to the manga/anime at this point. That'll change soon. Next time Oga embraces his role as Demon Lord and rains down the Wrath of God (or should I say the Devil) upon his enemies. Until then :D
