Chapter 35

He was full.

For the first time in a month, Bad felt full and content!

He knows he over did it too, his belly swelled with the feast of 17 table, but he regretted nothing! He felt the food shift about until it came to settle in his stomach. A content sigh followed. "Oh man… seriously… I needed this… SO badly…" Bad said in between his attempts to muffle his burps.

However, those tending to him couldn't believe their eyes. "I say he's a demi god to Pig God!" one fairy declared.

"That was my guess! But Pig God himself said he would never share his power with a mortal" said his guide.

Bad paused. "So… you can't see my aura either huh?"

They shook their heads. "But we make a game of this, we like to keep guessing. Still, seventeen tables is not easy to clear… you did save us a lot of work, our master hates to see food wasted."

"Then why the hell are you catering to them?" Bad asked. "If they ain't going to come on time, why the hell make food on time?"

The fairy sighed. "Our master like organization and order, before it was no issue for the demis to come when called. Now, they got full of themselves thinking they are just as good as a god. The thing is, even the gods do not waste food! No one does in our master's presence!" she said. "But thank you for eating what you did, we didn't have to throw it out."

Bad smirked as he stroke his stomach. "To be honest with ya, if that happens again, let me know. I will warn you now. I will need seconds and thirds from this point on. I got to eat enough…" yet he stopped himself from speaking any farther.

The fairies appeared curious but didn't push him on the matter.

It took Bad only twenty minutes to clear the tables of their contents. It took the fairies three hours to clean up.

He felt bad making them do all that work, he tried to help but they insisted they are able to take care of it. He also couldn't quite move after the feast.

They just finished taking the last plate when the other demi gods came in. Yet, they stood there, dumbfounded to the empty tables. "What the hell is this!?" the one Bad ran into demanded.

"Where is all the food?" asked a young blond demi goddess.

They glared at the fairies, demanding an answer. So, Bad gave them one.

"UUUURRRRPPPP!"

Loud and proud he burped for all to hear, their focus shifted to him instantly. "You snooze… you lose… that was a damn good feast though… You missed out." He said and grinned.

The burly guy glared at him. "You… You ATE EVERYTHING!?" he demanded.

"Well… yeah, it was done over three hours ago, by the time you got your asses here it would have been cold. They were going to throw it all out, you would still be waiting to eat anyways so either way, you shouldn't bitch about it."

They froze to his comments. Since he was right on all aspects, there was nothing that could be said to contradict them! Bad stretched himself out and yawned. "I need a nap…" he said.

"Oh, this way please, this is your sleeping arrangement." His fairy guide said. Bad got out of his chair and looked towards the odd silk like tents. "Despite how this appears, you are able to sleep comfortably, it will block out all noise and light so you may rest" she explained.

Bad nodded and thanked her for her work. He stepped into the tent, despite it looking small on the outside. Inside was massive! He looked about and found a rather nice bed for him. "Here's hoping I fit…" he muttered. Bad eased himself down into it, by the time he got comfortable, his eyes grew heavy and he passed out instantly!

#

He slept rather blissfully. Bad felt he could continue to sleep, that was until his stomach acted up. It murmured and rumbled before shifting about to make him feel uncomfortable.

'Get up! I want breakfast!'

Bad moaned to the voice of Garou echoing in his head. The guy hasn't shut up for over five minutes and he was still tried from yesterday! 'Who needs a damn alarm clock when I got your loud mouth!' he thought back.

'Hey, yesterday was good, but it's today and we want breakfast!' Garou demanded. 'Get the lead out!'

Bad cringed that he was at his mercy. Usually if Garou's hungry so are the kids. "Damn…" he muttered. But there was a problem. Bad couldn't sit up without help. "Double damn…"

"Excuse me?" came a gentle voice outside of his tent.

"Oh, come in!" he called.

His guide came into the tent, but she paused and giggled at his disposition. "Sorry!" she said and quickly stopped her giggling. She appeared nervous and scared after that.

Bad however smirked. "If I were you, I would have done the exact same thing and laughed. Want another giggle? I can't sit up. I'm… stuck," Bad said reluctantly.

She giggled once more, but with a wave of her hand, she was able to sit him up. Bad was impressed and so was she. "Wow, you're not that heavy!"

"Thanks!" he said and smirked. Just as his stomach rumbled again. "Ugh, sorry, is breakfast ready?"

She nodded. "This way please."

Bad was glad Death took him to this thing.

#

For the first few days, Bad didn't do all that much.

He would eat his fill, rest and sometimes go to the room where he first walked in. The demis would mix and mingle, talk about their accomplishments if one could even call them that. However one that showboated the most was the one with the long red hair. He was the loudest out of all of them.

"You ought to see my minions! I got some of the best and rare monsters of myth!" he said proudly.

But then, Bad would cringe as he watched the demis try and 'flex' their power. The fairies were swatted away often like bugs. Small creatures that cleaned the floors were kicked about with discontent by the demi gods.

Why? Because they could.

Bad felt horrible for these poor things, his guide was keeping close to him at all times. "Is there anything you need?" she would ask gently.

For the time being, Bad has had all his needs filled. The food has been sublime to say the least, he is given everything he is asked and extras upon request. 'Garou? You good right now?' Bad thought.

'Yeah, nothing is needed… well… I want some pop!'

Bad rolled his eyes to the request. "Uh, is it possible to have a drink called coke-a-cola?" he asked

She was stunned. "Yes…"

"Can I get a liter of that please?"

She nodded and quickly left.

"What the hell is with you newbie!" demanded the man with red hair.

"Who the hell are you anyways?" Bad demanded.

"Name's Brutus!"

"I'm Bad… what's with the bug up your ass?"

The room fell dead silent. No one said a word, as the other demis appeared to have frozen in fear. "Do you know who I am newbie?!" he demanded.

"Do I look like I give a shit?" Bad snapped back as his drink arrived. "Thank you," he said graciously and enjoyed his beverage.

Brutus however appeared to try and keep calm. He smiled to the other demis and said. "He just doesn't know his place yet. He will see soon enough…"

'Fuck him' Garou thought.

That thought alone nearly made pop come out of Bad's nose!

But he kept it together, but the smirk he couldn't hide, which appeared to piss off Brutus even more!

'I wonder if everyone is okay back at home…' Bad thought.

'I'm sure they are fine,' Garou insisted.