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*~MgRonald's~*

"Welcome!" Maou greeted, as he worked the register during the lunch rush. "Have you decided on your order?"

After the man placed his order, a Big Mag and a medium soda, Maou rang it up, receiving the yen afterwards.

As he gave change, he thought, 'Huh, managing the register is easier than I thought. At this rate, I'll be the best employee here in no time!'

Nearby, Emi walked through a bookstore, pretending to read through magazines she could barely understand. 'I don't know what you're doing, Satan, but I'll be there to stop you.'

Idly checking a wristwatch, her eyes widened. "Crap! I'm late!"

Back at MgRonald's, Maou watched in amusement as Emi stumbled her way out of the bookstore. Chuckling quietly to himself, he focused back on the task at hand.

A few hours later, while he was on break, he was called into miss Kisaki's office. Walking inside, he caught sight of a girl he never met. She was a little on the short side, reaching him up to his shoulders. She had a childlike face, with big wide eyes the color of rich mahogany wood. Her hair reached her shoulders, and was a light auburn color.

Seeing the questioning look on his face, Mayumi decided to introduce them. "Maou-kun this is Chiho Sasaki, she's new here. I know you've only been here for a few weeks, but I need you to help her through her training."

Chiho nervously raised her head to face Maou. Facing him, she bowed, and said, "Maou-sempai, please teach me all you can!"

Maou stood there for quite a bit, processing the events.

Finally: "Huh?"

*~Later~*

As it turned out, Chiho was a valuable addition to the staff. She managed to keep a clear head, even through her nervousness; was a fast learner, getting the hang of the register fairly quickly (Maou was impressed at that. That thing had more buttons than he could count); and she was cute (With her big Mahogany-colored eyes, and her pink hair done in two adorable ponytails, who wouldn't think she was cute?). In fact, on her first 'official' day nearly a week later, the MgRonald's had a sudden business boom.

The only bad thing was the fact that she was still in high school, which limited her work hours to those of a part-timer.

It was that day, that the fryer stopped working.

Staring with shock at the raw, uncooked fries, Maou's mind raced. Absently, his mind registered the repeated orders for fries, and the pressure started to build. 'What will I do? With the fryers out, we can kiss first place goodbye!'

As time seemed to slow around him, he looked at his hands, which glowed a faint blue color. 'S-should I user my remaining magic?' he thought, before furiously shaking his head. 'No! I need to preserve all of my magic for emergencies!'

Raising his head, Maou looked around, seeing Chiho and another co-worker attending to a crowd that gradually grew, people flipping patties, and others refilling other machines in the store. Just as he clenched his hands, prepared now to use his magic, he was startled by a voice, and time seemed to move normally again.

"What's wrong?"

Maou spun around in surprise, seeing miss Kisaki standing behind him, holding what appeared to be a pair of potatoes, staring at him curiously.

*~A Few Hours Later~*

"We're done for."

Maou layed on the table in the break room in despair. He blew it. There was no way the restaurant would recover from this. What's worse, they were probably going to blame the fryer incident on him!

"It wasn't your fault, Maou-san. The repairmen said they'd fix it at the end of the day, right?" Chiho said, trying to comfort the despairing Overlord.

At that moment, the door opened, and miss Sasaki stuck her head through the gap.

"Maou-kun, we need to talk."

A short time later found Maou sitting in the manager's office, awaiting his verdict. Or so he believed.

'What's going to happen to me?' He thought, as he he stared intently at the wooden table in front of him. 'Are they going to blame me for today?' He thought, before he shook his head to dismiss the thought. 'Nah. It wasn't my fault the fryers broke, after all.' He suddenly took on a fearful expression as a worrying thought entered his mind. 'Did she see me about to use my magic earlier?!'

"I'm here!"

Maou sat ram-rod straight as Mayumi suddenly entered the room. He kept his gaze neutral, using all of his three hundred years of experience to pull it off. He failed miserably at this.

Mayumi sat down on one of the small couches, crossing one leg across the other whilst taking off her red manager's cap. "Chill out," she said, "I'm not gonna bite your head off. I actually got off the phone from the head office."

Maou's 'excellent' pokerface shifted, as a worried look passed through his face. 'I'm getting fired.'

"Sadao Maou, as of today, you are now..." Mayumi said, pausing for effect. 'Yeah, I'm fired.' Maou thought, as he hung his head.

"A Full-Time MgRonald's employee." she finished, as Maou's head shot up, shock written on his face.

*~Half an Hour Later~*

"Hell yeah! Suck on that Emilia, I'm now a full-time employee!" Maou yelled, as he rode his trusty bike Dullahan though the Sasazuka district at high speed. In no time at all, he arrived at his home, Castle Overlord as he liked to refer it to. Bounding up the stairs, he barged inside ready to gloat at his promotion, before he froze at the sight that awaited him.

"YOU HENTAI! GET OUT!" Emi yelled, as she threw a wet towel over her nearly nude body. Besides her was a change of clothes, one she was planning to wear.

Maou was stiff as a board, his eyes frozen upon the spot where the two heavenly globes rested. Suddenly he was thrown backwards, courtesy of a violent explosion of blood from his nose.

"Well, isn't that interesting..."

Jacob lifted his head at the new voice. There was a woman with long, flowing silver-white hair wearing an impossibly white dress. She leaned over him, her ruby-shared eyes showing confusion, along with some concern.

"L-Leave me alone." Jacob weakly protested, as she made a move to lift him. Ignoring the young demon's protest, the woman helped the little boy sit, watching him as he winced from the various injuries.

The protest, along worth any future ones, were silenced once Jacob caught a glimpse of her snowy white wings.

He stared in fascination as the woman flew them over the landscape, watching the ground below as she reached heights he could only dream of if he used his own bat-like wings.

Eventually, she landed in a clearing, the only structure for miles around being a small wooden cabin. Walking inside, the woman laid Jacob down on a small bed, reaching under it and taking out a small box. She opened it, taking out a small wrap, along with a lotion for the superficial bruising. After being worked on for a while, Jacob finally worked up enough courage to speak.

"Are you an Angel?" He said, surprising the woman with his sudden speech.

Once she got her surprise taken care of, site smiled. "Why yes, I am an Angel."

After another moment of silence, in which she finished wrapping his abdominal area, he spoke again. "Why are you healing me? Aren't Angels supposed to hate demons like me?"

The Angel frowned. "Angels don't really hate demons, most just ignore them." She said, before she smiled at him. "And I'm helping you because you're special."

"How am I special?" Jacob asked. Her smile only grew.

"I've never seen a demon cry."

'That bastard!' Emi thought, as she glared furiously at the KO'd Demon King. Her instincts screamed at her to eviscerate the hentai, but she reluctantly reigned them in. No need for her to get arrested for murder. Not yet, anyways.

She dressed quickly, keeping an eye on the unconscious Overlord. After that, she dragged him in by his leg, shutting the door behind him. Giving him a kick for good measure (and earning her a pained groan, to her satisfaction).

*~oOo~*

She was giving him the silent treatment. Nothing but glares were sent his way, she ignored him when he entered the room, and she would leave whenever she could.

Maou hated it.

He missed the bickering they had, little squabbles set off by the stupidest of reasons. The type of food they should buy, who would do the grocery shopping, who would attempt to prepare a meal (they would always 'mess up' the other's meal), even the type of movies they should see. Things mortal enemies should never be arguing about.

What was more, his human body was barely matured. He was, literally, a three hundred year-old demon within the body of a twenty year old man. His mind was plagued by unfamiliar hormones, making him relive that night with frightening clarity, even scenarios in which he had done more than just stare.

Emotions were another thing his mind was unfamiliar to. As a full-fledged demon in Ente Isla, he felt no pity, remorse, or compassion. Only anger and an unimaginable rage. He faintly recalled such emotions in his youth, but they were beaten out of him soon enough by his demon brethren.

But now, he found himself experiencing what it was like to be human. The anger and rage were still there, but they lay dormant, waiting, bidding their time for the proper use. Instead, they gave way to other, interesting emotions, ones he had thought he lost long ago. Joy, sorrow, depression, anxiety, surprise, and finally, fear.

Maou had had his first taste of fear only days after his arrival. He was walking back from work, when he was suddenly approached by a group of men armed with various blades. Seeing as he only had enough magic to disable one, he was left feeling utterly helpless. He was ultimately saved by sheer coincidence, when a patrol car turned the corner, the officer turning a spotlight on the scene. The men scattered, leaving a shaken Maou. It was later that his mind pointed out the hilarity of a Demon King afraid by mere human thugs, but to him it wasn't nearly as funny. He thanked whatever dark diety there was that Emi hadn't found out about the incident.

Emi. Just thinking about her invoked a torrent of unfamiliar feelings within him, swirling within his being, and manifesting as an uncomfortable warmth. He was acutely aware of the fact that his heart-rate would speed up within her presence, as well as a rise in body temperature, and how he paid attention to every little thing she did while in his presence.

He had heard about what these types of feelings could mean, and it was unfeasible. Instead, he distracted himself, working longer hours and using every opportunity to leave her presence. That was why he was here with his coworker Chiho, at the underground mall under the pretense of discussing the recent earthquakes that were happening as of late.

Contrary to popular belief, Maou was not as naïve as most thought him out to be. He knew that Chiho had developed feelings for him, feelings that were frighteningly similar to his own situation with the Hero of Ente Isla. He knew Chiho was treating this as a date, and he planned on letting her off easy.

Everything was going fine. He led her down to a small cafe underground, a place that was well known for being both cheep, and fairly romantic. Maou figured that if he were to give Chiho a single date, he would make it memorable for her. He then realized how much of a sap he turned out to be.

And then she showed up.

*~oOo~*

Emi was feeling proud of herself. She had just passed that damned language class she so loathed, and had spent the day with her friend Rika, who she had met a few weeks back. On the way back, she decided on an impulse to go and visit the underground mall, only to see the Demon King sitting with an auburn-haired girl.

Acting on an impulse, she hid around the corner, curious as how this would turn out. (That, and she found herself irrationally angry at the girl)

After standing outside like an idiot for a few minutes, Emi decided to head on inside to listen in. After a few minutes of listening in, she managed to catch the gist of the conversation, and Emi didn't like it one bit. If Chiho's situation had anything to do with Ente Isla, then things could go south very soon.

*~Maou~*

"So Chiho, could you give me the details one more time?" Maou asked, as he ignored the emotions his body had towards Emi's presence. He had spotted her as she sat in a booth not too far from where he and Chiho were sitting at.

Chiho, oblivious to Maou's inner thoughts, went on and explained. "Remember how my ears started ringing real bad around the time I started working at MgRonald's?" she said. Whe Maou nodded, she continued, "Well, at first I thought I was just tired because I was doing something I wasn't used to."

"But last night, I heard the voice of a man speak while I was in my room. I remember how he kept wondering if anyone could hear him, and I picked up my phone, since I thought it was stuck on speaker. But I found out that the voice wasn't coming from my phone, but from my head!"

"He talked for a bit, saying how there was going to be another big earthquake, but the strangest part wasn't that, it was that I understood him when he wasn't talking Japanese! I got scared and I didn't know what to do, so I texted you, and here we are." 'on a date.' She finished, as she thought out the last part while blushing.

After thinking out what he should say, Maou addressed Chiho, taking care to make it loud enough so Emi could hear in her booth.

"Well to me, it all comes down to you urging people to be more careful, and I respect you for that."

Chiho blushed, as she smiled a bit from the praise. "I knew you were the right person to ask about this. I feel like I got a lot off my chest."

Maou smiled a bit, before he smiled towards Emi's direction, as if to say: 'Ha! See? I'm not so bad, I'm just helping her out.'

Emi just looked at him with a face that just screamed: 'Does it look like I give a fuck?'

Oblivious to all of this, Chiho went on. "I couldn't tell my friends, parents, or anyone about this, but I thought you'd believe me. For that, you're a nice guy." She said, before she started to fidget in her seat. "Th-the truth is... Maou-san... um... I-I... I l-lo-lo... l-like you... A-a lot." Blushing heavily, Chiho looked downwards, mentally berating herself for her nervousness.

Maou did not look forward to this part at all. Chiho was nice enough, cute too, but he couldn't see himself with her. As friends, maybe, but not as boyfriend and girlfriend. He didn't want to break her heart, but the cowardly way would've been to lead her on, and the Devil might've done many things, but he definitely wouldn't do that. And he certainly wasn't a coward.

*~Emi~*

Emi watched with somewhat mixed feelings as Maou broke it to Chiho. She knew about the girl, seeing as how Maou praised her often around 'Castle Overlord' for being a hardworking MgRonald's employee.

So she had no what to feel when she saw the girl. Having spent more than a month in this world, Emi had finally conformed with society, with added help from Rika. So it didn't take her long to figure out what Chiho was so nervous about.

The hints were all there. She was wearing a dress that was all the rage this season, her hair appeared as if it just came from a salon, and she was wearing brand-new shoes (not that the Overlord would've noticed).

Emi also didn't fail to notice how Chiho's dress seemed to accentuate her-

...

'Damn it!'

*~Maou~*

"-like you as a friend. Can we still be friends?" Maou softly asked, as Chiho stared at him with wide eyes, tears slowly forming in her eyes. Hastily wiping them away, she asked, "Why?"

Maou sighed. Well at she was taking this nicely. "Well, I see you more as a little sister than anything, someone I need to protect. I also don't want to let this spiral out of control. A simple crush can turn into an obsession."

They both sat there, starting at their drinks, silent, until Chiho spoke.

"Thank you."

Maou looked down at her in surprise. "What are you thanking me for? Aren't you mad at me?"

Chiho sighed. "I'm not mad, it's more like being sad. I'm thanking you, because you decided to tell me, instead of leading me on. I don't know what I would've done if I found out later."

Maou was about to speak again, but before he could, he stopped. Sensing a spike of magic, he suddenly yelled, "Emi, get behind something, now!" Pushing Chiho under the table, he rushed towards the store's entrance just in time to see the wave of debris moving down towards his location.

Calling up on magic he didn't know he had, Maou's hands began glowing with an orange glow.

Seconds later, the ceiling collapsed around them.