Of birthdays and wedding cakes

Part 2: Of tables, shovels and frays

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Teefa85: Heh, I am afraid it's not limited to cakes, giving them anything will probably result in trouble! Heh. I'm glad if the spelling is good, I always try my best, but translating some German-only words is hard. I was afraid that I "invented" some English words. Thank you for telling me that I'm actually doing better than I ever expected.

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"Argh!" Dugradigdu tried to free Shabranigdo from the apron once more before finally admitting that it was seemingly impossible. Of course, now it was also impossible for Vorphied not to make fun of his arch-enemy.

While Dugradigdu therefore started to chase the Night Dragon and Cephied continued to sneer at Shabranigdo, Luufcied and Garamigdo decided to find a way to get out of the mess.

Quickly, they decided that this was an 'elementary important emergency' and consequently, Shinzoku and Dark Lords now were allowed to have the same point of view regarding this matter. They also decided that the only option was to follow L-samas instructions. Not that there had ever been another alternative, but one could always try.

„ALRIGHT!", Luufcied declared to receive the attention of the other gods, "Due to the now fixed initial condition and the required result, we should use the ability of constructive thinking to overcome the barrier of the problem."

Silence.

"Uh...we should...bake a cake?", Vorphied slowly dared to ask. Luufcied nodded.

"Since when can you understand him?", Cephied whispered, nearly scared.

"I didn't understand him. But I don't think we have another choice to get out of here", Vorphied whispered back and Cephied had to admit that he was right.

"So, can anyone of you bake?", Cephied then asked aloud. "I must admit that I don't know much about food. Mother wants me to eat her meals when I have to visit her, but that's cooked by her. Apart from that, I don't eat."

Again, everyone relapsed to silence since everyone realized that the Shinzoku was right. A god simply didn't need food and if...

„Hey, I have an idea!", Shabranigdo shouted. "The goal is to indemnify Chaotic for her destroyed cake. But she is a Mazoku! Let's simply get some humans and torture her! Who needs a cake if she can have negative emotions? Besides that, it's fun to torment humans."

Of course, the reactions were everything else but concordant. While Dark Star and Death Fog agreed with the reasonable idea, the dragons had a completely different point of view. Especially Cephied, who decided that allowing Shabranigdo to even talk about such a thing wasn't an option. And before someone could stop him, he started to pound his opponent into the ground.

Dark Star didn't hesitate and decided to help Shabranigdo (the fact, that Cephied had only ¼ of his power and was an easy victim for him might be another reason) and therefore, Vorphied joined the brawl. Luufcied and Garamigdo were only mildly interested at first, but then, Dugradigdu and Shabranigdo managed to distract Vorphied and attacked Cephied together - or rather the table, which thereupon had a not-so-harmless collision with Cephieds head.

Named table wasn't all too happy about being attacked by a god and decided to grant Cephied the victory by breaking into pieces.

The real catastrophe, however, was prevented by the quick reactions of Vorphied and Dugradigdu - just before the two Laptops were buried under the table and his opponent, they managed to rescue them.

Nevertheless, Luufcied and Garamigdo were everything but pleased and so, everyone decided to defer the bloodshed to another date - even a single scratch on the Laptops would cause the two cool-headed gods to join the battle and with their voices of reason lost, house arrest was assured (This was L-samas kitchen and L-sama loved her furniture!).

„Well", Garamigdo finally stated, „since Cephied had decided to destroy one of our numerical limited work surfaces..."

"What?!" Cephied, who was just crawling out of the mess he had created and holding his aching head, was appalled. "Your two brothers demolished the table!" (It should be noted that the hit on the head had obviously given him the ability to understand Garamigdo for a short time.)

„It was your head, if I remember correctly", Dugradigdu grinned and Shabranigdo nodded affirming.

"Well, whatever." Vorphied interrupted the argument, but not without glaring at the three Mazoku. "If we continue like this, we can choose the house arrest and are freed earlier than if we bake a cake!"

"Right", Luufcied acknowledged and walked to the remaining, smaller table, "and this is the reason why I decided to organize a beneficial instruction manual for the manufacturing of cakes using the advanced technology of the internet!" He placed his Laptop on the table and turned it around so everyone could admire the picture of a cheesecake which was shown on the screen.

"I thought it was called 'Laptop' or something like that", Shabranigdo whispered, "and not In-ta-nedd!"

However, it turned out that this was the smallest problem since the selection of a special cake was not an 'elementary important emergency' and therefore, Shinzoku and Mazoku simply couldn't share an opinion.

"Well..." Garamigdo followed his opponent and sat down at the remaining table. "After all necessary analyses have been carried out, I think we are able to reach a more satisfying result if we fabricate this food!" He presented everyone the picture of a middle-sized cake with raspberries. (It should be explicitly stated here that Mazoku bear no relation to raspberries. But due to the bad quality of the presented picture, the raspberries looked like a mixture of blood and intestines.)

„Yeah, Garamigdo is right!"Shabranigdo stated.

"Of course we will bake this one!", Dugradigdu agreed.

"Surely not!", Vorphied growled.

„Why can't we bake two cakes, by the way?", Cephied finally asked the other dragons – he still had a severe headache and wanted to prevent any further frays. "Let the Mazoku bake their strange cake. We can make a much better one anyway!"

Luufcied and Vorphied enthusiastically agreed and the Mazoku had to admit that this was indeed an acceptable idea – at one time or another even a dragon had to have a decent suggestion; apart from the fact that it was simply impossible that the idiotic do-gooders would win in a baking contest.

But then...

Garamigdo was about to voice his consent when Dugradigdu all of sudden flinched and poked him in the ribs.

"Uh...", mumbled the suddenly pale Dark Lord, "I think...Cephied is an idiot...we should...uh, work as a team and create a wonderful cake for our beloved sister!"

Everyone stared at the blonde Mazoku completely flabbergasted. Dugradigdu however pointed upwards. Five confused gods looked up and caught sight of L-samas golden shovel which was floating just above Cephieds head; obviously prepared to grant Cephied even more migraine and to ram everyone who agreed with him into the ground. Since all present gods had already have one or more "meetings" with the shovel; Garamigdo quickly shut up while Cephied started to stammer something which sounded like "Butofcoursewebakeacakeforchaotictogether". Obviously satisfied, the shovel disappeared and everyone sighed in relief.

"Great", Shabranigdo grumbled, "just great. Teamwork! I hate teamwork!"

"Well, then we should start to bake our cake together!", Vorphied grinned and pointed at the picture of the cheesecake.
"And who decided that we bake your cake?", Dugradigdu snarled back.

"Well, it's so simply even you should understand: We are more powerful than you since Cephied is obviously stronger than Shabranigdo. And if you don't want to end as a puddle of goo, then you better obey!"

"If I remember correctly, we were the ones who defeated you just minutes ago!", the Dark Lord retorted.

This would have been the beginning of another fight if Cephied hadn't have another divine afflatus.

"I say: We don't bake any of those cakes!", he suddenly stated.

"WHAT?!", Vorphied squeaked, "why do you stab me in the back now?"

"I would never do that", Cephied explained, "but just think about the cake mother presented us when we arrived!"
Everyone thought about the giant butter-cream cake which was destroyed during the Mazoku-Shinzoku-Foodwar.

"When she put the cake onto the table, it was taller than me! If we bake one of those mini-cakes, mother won't be happy. Our result should be at least a little bit bigger."

After thinking about it, everyone was more or less pleased when they figured out that Cephied was right.

"Well...", Luufcied mumbled and started to type once more and Garamigdo joined him. The Shinzoku was the first one who presented an alternative: A gigantic cake with three layers.

Garamigdos search was in vain, there simply wasn't a raspberry cake in this size available and the only results he could find looked at lot like the cake Luufcied had chosen. So, he finally decided to get a better look at the choice of the dragon.

Luufcieds laptop displayed a site named "Wedding cakes".

Garamigdo was more than irritated. A wedding cake! He knew that humans used to bake cakes of this size for events like weddings and that he and the others weren't in a situation where nitpickers were needed, but Shabranigdo and Dugradigdu would never agree with that.

But then, the Dark Lord realized that the other Mazoku could neither read or understand the language of his world, nor did they know what a "wedding" was – and so Garamigdo decided that he – as the clever one - should give in and agreed with Luufcied.

"But...it's so....white!", Shabranigdo protested.

"Believe me, I searched for alternatives with a congruent appearance in form. None of the kind were presented to me and since this instruction manual seems to have a logical-operably layout, it should be the fastest accessible solution for our problem!"

„Uh...alright", Shabranigdo mumbled; since he had no idea what he brother had just told him he decided to shut up.

And so, it was decided: Chaotic would get a wedding cake!

PART 2 END

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