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*~oOo~*

Emi regained consciousness a few minutes after the collapse. Lifting herself up with her hands, she looked around the dark area, finding herself within an air pocket. Taking her phone out of her pocket, she used the screen to light up the area.

'Was that the sonar?' She thought, looking around at the As she looked around, a brief fear hit her. 'A-am I the only one left?' Walking around, she examined the walls, only to find out, to her dismay, that she was buried in solid concrete. 'What if they never reach me?'

"What happened?"

Turning towards the sound of Chiho's voice, Emi looked at the girl with relief. Rushing over to her, she helped the teen sit up, moving small pieces of rubble off of her. "Good, you're here too." She said, as she began shining the light around. "I was starting to worry that I was the only one left" Emi said, before her light caught a familiar set of clothes.

'Oh, great, he's here, too.' She thought, as she watched him pretend to be unconscious.

"Where's Maou-san?" Chiho asked, as she began to look around.

"Well, he's not here, if that's what your asking." Emi said, as she sat down in front of Chiho.

"B-But that's not what I meant." Chiho said, as she faced Emi. "I hope he's okay."

"Well, he's alive, unfortunately." Emi said, as she stared at Maou's back. "Although, not too many people would mind if he did end up dead." She muttered, which earned her a wierd look.

"How do you know Maou-san?" Chiho asked, as she furiously thought: 'Please don't be his girlfriend, please don't be his girlfriend, please don't be his girlfriend...'

Emi sighed, before answering her. "I'm his roommate, unfortunately."

"Oh."

...

...

"I'm Chiho Sasaki" Chiho said, after swallowing her jealousy. Emi looked at her hand for a bit, before taking it in her own and giving it a firm shake. "Emi Yusa. Nice to meet you."

The two stayed silent for a bit, not knowing what to say, until Chiho broke the ice: "What did you mean when you said that not a lot of people would be sad if he died?"

Emi's eyes widened, and she began studdering for a response. Eventually, after amusing the teenager, Emi sighed and put her to sleep, using some of her Holy magic.

Once the deed was done, Emi turned towards Maou's ruined shirt. "You can come out now. I just put Chiho to sleep." she said, as she herself began to stand up.

She saw the shirt rise up with confusion, seeing as it was higher than it normally was. She also couldn't help but notice how tight it had been pulled over an Adonis-like bo- Oh God that's Maou.

Emi couldn't help but stare at the Demon Lord. His shirt was ripped (as was he) in multiple places, exposing his chiseled chest. His pants were in a similar state, revealing that his legs were covered in fu-

No.

Face pale, Emilia looked upwards towards the top of Satan's head, seeing his two horns, one of which she herself had sliced off at his Stronghold on Ente Isla.

"What are you staring at, Emi?" Satan asked, not even noticing the change in pitch in his now-deep voice.

Emilia stared at the Devil, awed at this show of stupidity. "Haven't you noticed?!" she half-asked, half-yelled. "Look at yourself!"

Doing so, Maou was shocked when he saw his familiar goat legs and horns (although he frowned at finding that one of them was still chopped off). Out of curiosity he checked his reserves, finding a substantial amount of magic within his grasp. It was still nothing compared to what he had at Ente Isla, but it was leagues ahead at the level he found himself at a few hours ago.

"Wow, how did I not notice this?" he wondered aloud, Emilia silently wondering that herself.

Coming up with a plan, Maou clasped his hands together, and waves of crimson magic suddenly began pouring off of his enlarged form, startling the Hero.

Her eyes narrowed, as he turned his hulking body around and placed his palms on the concrete. Suddenly wary of his actions, Emilia's hand curved in on itself, as if she was holding her Holy sword.

'This is it.' she thought. 'This is the moment where I get my revenge on the Devil for slaughtering my village, and murdering my father.' Her sword appeared in her outstretched hand, radiating Holy magic in stark contrast to Satan's Demonic magic.

'I wouldn't even need my magic did this. All it would take is a stab, and he'll be gone.' Emilia thought, as she willed her hand to stab the Demon King. She then frowned in confusion, as she found her limb disobeying it's command, refusing to thrust forward and end the Overlord.

She tried this several more times, and each and every time her body disobeyed her will.

'Why can't I do this?' Emilia thought, finally giving up and dismissing her blade. She didn't get it. She had slain hundreds of demons, including the Fallen Angel Lucifer, and yet, she couldn't bring herself to take down King Satan. As she stood there and pondered, she heard the Demon King speak, knocking her out of her thoughts.

"Hey, watch Chiho for me, will you?" Satan- no, Maou- asked, as he focused his magic, grunting with effort.

Emi watched in awe, as the rubble all around them moved, forming a tunnel, roughly in the same direction where the original tunnel was for the underground. Then, the tunnel was filled with large orange orbs, each of which contained varying amounts of people within, unharmed, if not a bit banged up.

'H-he saved everyone?' She thought, in shock, as dozens more appeared from within the wall. 'Why would he do this?' she thought, numb. 'A-and I was about to kill him. If I did, all of these people would've died.'

'Why couldn't he be like this back home?'

*~oOo~*

"Daddy, Daddy!"

The man working the fields stopped, placing his hands on his hips as he watched his daughter run towards him, burdened by the loaded basket she carried.

Having seen the smile on his face, the young girl lifted the basket higher up in the air, as she yelled, "I brought lunch!"

A little later found Emilia eating with her father, the two content.

"Do you like it, Daddy?" Emilia asked, as she watched him eay his sandwich.

Nord Justina smiled at his daughter, and said: "Of course!"

"Hey, Nord! Emilia!"

The two turned towards the nearby dirt path, spotting a man traveling with a mule. The man stopped his wagon, as he walked over to greet the pair. He smiled when he saw them eating.

"Haha, did you make those, Emilia?"

Nodding happily, Emilia offered the man some, who graciously accepted.

A little while later, after a brief snack, the man was talking to Nord, passing off some news.

"Have you heard, Nord?"

"Hmm?"

"The islands in the east and the north have fallen to the Dark Lord. In fact, people are saying they'll be attacking here in the west next!"

Nord took a drink from his mug before answering. "We've got the Holy Church and the Royal Army to defend us. There is no need to worry."

"If only! Nord, do you really think they could stand up to the Demon General Lucifer?" The man answered, before heading back to his mule. "I don't like where this world is heading."

Emi, from her silent seat nearby, suddenly asked her father: "Daddy, are the demons coming for us?"

Turning towards his daughter, he gave her a reassuring smile. "It's all right, Emilia. The priest's prayers will protect us from the demons."

Emilia smiled, before jumping up and turning towards the retreating man. "Did you hear that? Daddy's right!" She yelled, catching his attention. "He'd never lie to me!" Right after this, she turned to her dad, and said: "Right, Daddy?"

The man leaving hesitated, before his expression brightened. "Haha, yeah, you're right, Emilia!" 'For her sake, I hope the demons never invade' he thought, as she started to leave. 'But somehow, I can't bring myself to believe it.'

"Mama was an Angel?"

Nord nodded, and went on. "The men outside are from the Church, and they came to pick you up."

"You're coming too, right Daddy?" Emilia asked, as Nord pulled her in for a hug.

"I in not allowed to go with you. They are taking you back to the church, because you, Emilia, are the only person in all of Ente Isla who can defeat the Dark Lord." When the men outside started to approach, Nord was finishing up. "Emilia, I love you from the bottom of my heart. Day in and day out, I've prayed for the evil in this world to be purged, so that you can lead a life shining with light." He chuckled, without humor, and went on. "Since that will not happen anymore, then I wish you well, and hope in your success. I will wait for you here for your return."

Afterwards, the men from the Church, along with a tearful and reluctant Emilia, left the quaint farm.

That was the last time Emilia saw her father alive.

*~oOo~*

Emi stood near the emergency vehicles, staring at her outstretched hand in thought.

'After they told me he died, I did the very best I could to harness the power I inherited.' She then clenched her hand. 'But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Why?'

"Hey, you okay?"

Emi squeaked as she spun around and slammed a fist into Maou's face, knocking said Overlord to the floor.

"Ow! The hell was that for!" Maou yelled, as he cradled his cheek tenderly.

"D-Don't sneak up on me like that!" Emi yelled, face burning with anger. Or was that embarrassment?

Maou snorted. "Sneak up on you? I've been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes."

"And why is that?" Emi asked, curious.

Maou pointed towards the crowd. "Your friend Rika has been calling you."

As Emi left for her friend, Maou himself left to check up on Chiho.

*~oOo~*

"You know, helping out like that felt... oddly good." Maou mused out loud, as he opened the door to Castle Overlord. Behind him stood Emi, silent.

"Too bad I couldn't keep my magic, although I think I've figured out a way. I won't do it though, it wouldn't be nice. Besides, as future ruler of Japan, I have to set an exam-"

"Why?"

Maou turned around and looked at Emi, a puzzled look on his face.

"Why are you acting like this? You are the Demon King Satan. You're supposed to revel in people's pain and suffering, not worry about what's nice." She said, as her hand shook in anger.

Maou's previous mood vanished, instead replaced with anger. "And who decided that, Emilia? The Church?" He said, as he laughed bitterly. "Don't lecture me about what's right and wrong, Hero. Do you have any idea of the Hell I went through because of them? Do you?!" He said, as his voice rose in volume, until he was nearly yelling. "Do you have any idea what the Demon Realm is like? There's a reason why no mortal soul can enter, you know. They beat you in there, beat you, until you're just like them." He yelled, before calming down somewhat.

In a calmer voice, he continued. "The former King Satan and his wife were on Ente Isla for peaceful purposes, yes peaceful, trying to negotiate a treaty with the humans for the right to walk the Earth. And you know what happened? A little demon, barely old enough to fend for himself, was beaten mercilessly and was forced to watch as his parents died before his very eyes. And do you know who did that?" he growled, as Emi stared in wide-eyed silence. "It was a damned Priest. The very same one, in fact, that agreed to help my father with his negotiations. I watched, Emilia, watched, as my father died at my feet." he said, voice now devoid of emotion. "So, tell me the real reason for your anger, Emi."

Emi was knocked out of her shock at this. Clearing her throat, her face was angry once again, but it was noticeably less. "You want to know why I'm mad? You killed my father! Burned down the village I grew up in, and torched his farm! I lost my only family thanks to you! Ever since then, my mission has been to slay the Demon King."

"Have you actually seen you father's body?" Maou asked, his voice cool, seemingly uncaring.

Emi glared at him. "How can I, if all that was left of him were ashes?"

Maou glared right back. "Then it wasn't me, or my army."

"Maou Sadao, don't you dare lie to me!"

"I'm not. My army has torched hundreds of villages, yes. Set fire to farmland, yes. But you have one detail wrong. My army consists of demons, Emilia. They wouldn't leave ashes after a conquest. They would leave dismembered bodies behind. They would cause as much pain as possible, perhaps leaving them begging for their life to be taken. You, my misguided Hero, have been lied to. By the Church." Maou said, a sad yet smug look on his face.

"W-wha-?" Emi's mind raced as she tried to disprove what Maou had said. He had to be lying.

Finally, she realized it made horribly perfect sense. She had been reluctant at first to harness Better Half, a weapon capable of taking down Satan with a single strike (if he was stabbed, that is). The news of her father's death, however started a fire within her, one that wouldn't be snuffed out until Satan was taken down for good. They couldn't risk her discovering that her father was alive and well, since she wouldn't have the same drive behind her, pushing her along.

So they killed him.

Burned him.

Took her family away.

*~oOo~*

Few words were spoken that night, what with Emi struggling to accept the fact that she was lied to, and Maou fighting his own feelings for the Hero. The fact that the Church had taken their parents away from the both of them only added fuel to the fire currently burning within Maou.

And so the two had gone to sleep, this time without the glaring contests, without the shouting (excluding the shouts from their argument), and without the hostilities.