The following is a non-profit, fan-based FANFICTION. Hataraku! Maou-Sama! is owned by Satoshi Wagahara, Naoto Hosoda, White Fox, and Funimation. Please support the official release.
*~oOo~*
Wide, innocent eyes took in the view, as a woman with flowing silver hair and ruby-red eyes led a raven haired, red-eyed boy through a busy street. The woman looked down at the boy, an amused smile tugging at her face as he stared at the various stalls. The boy's demonic heritage was well hidden by the woman's magic, as well as her white wings and halo, making them appear to the townsfolk as a mother and son duo.
"Miss Laylah, what's that?" the boy asked, as he pointed towards a stand filled with sweets.
Laylah frowned. "Haven't you ever had any sweets?" she asked, as Jacob shook his head. She smiled, and said, "Well, let's change that."
A few hours later, Laylah had finally managed to catch the hyperactive demon. Wiping some sweat from her brow, she laughed with amusement. After his first sweet, Jacob had raided each and every stand containing them. Looking down at the crashed boy, Laylah smiled sadly.
'Soon, I'll have to leave. I hope these experiences on Earth overshadow the hardships you'll face on Ente Isla.' she looked down at her hand, where a purple glowing crescent-shaped crystal rested in her hand. 'Little Alas=Ramus would be such a handful. I hope you can handle her, and bring around change in the future, Demon King Satan.'
"Are you sure we can trust him?" A silver-haired man asked, as he and his partner flew through a purple void. His partner shrugged her shoulders, her emerald hair flailing around her.
"I'm not so sure we have a choice, given the circumstances." She said, as a blond-haired man looked back at them.
"If you two are done speaking about an honorable Demon behind his back, I would very much appreciate us departing with haste. Milord awaits me, much like your Hero." He said, a flat tone to his voice.
The two people behind him looked at each other, before giving the Demon General a brief nod.
Their alliance may be temporary, but there was no denying the fact that he spoke the truth. He gave them his word, and he would help them.
*~oOo~*
A purple-haired teen sat on his knees on ruined ground, small jagged bits of concrete digging into his knees. His gaze pointed downwards, hiding his heavily bruised face behind his purple hair while he awaited judgement. Behind him was the beaten and bruised form of his former partner-in-crime Olba, his bald head heavily dented.
In case you haven't guessed, we're talking about Lucifer here, so don't worry about him. What you should be worried about, is the sanity of the Demon King.
"Ha ha! Now that I've regained my power, I can conquer Japan!" Maou cried out into the greyed-out sky, before pointing towards a redheaded Emi. "And there's nothing you can do about it!"
"Are you so sure about that?" Emi replied with a drawl, eyeing his human body. Suddenly, she hid behind Chiho, a mock scared expression on her face. "Chiho-chan, Maou says he's going to beat me up and take over Japan."
Chiho looked up at Maou with an innocently sad expression, and said, "Maou-san, is this true?"
Maou sputtered at the sad tone in her voice, before he said, "N-no, of course it isn't! What kind of honorable Demon King would I be, if I struck the Hero down in this pitiful state?!" He said, making Emi glower in anger.
"Pitiful-?!"
"I guess it's kinda late to ask this question," Rika said, interrupting the arguing pair, "But what the hell was all of that about?" Besides her, Chiho nodded her head, wondering about the same thing.
"Well, I didn't expect to be put on the spot..." Maou began, as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "But basically, I'm a Demon Lord from another dimension."
Chiho snorted, as Maou looked affronted. "Somehow, I knew you would laugh."
"I-I didn't mean it, Maou-san" Chiho said, as she fought to control her giggles. "It's just, you looked so cool back there."
"Oh yeah?" Maou asked, as he scratched his cheek. "That was nothing. You should see me when I'm at full power."
Off to the side, Emi muttered, "I thought he would've boasted about it, not act modest." Shaking her head, she turned towards Chiho. "Don't worry, I'm human." She said, before pausing. "Well, technically, I'm half-angel." She added, almost like an afterthought.
"Pfffft!"
"Stop laughing, Chiho!" Emi cried, embarrassed.
"Wait, you're half-angel?"
Emi glanced at Maou, hiding a disbelieving look. "You didn't know?"
"Well, it's just, you know, I thought they had wings and halos and stuff." Maou replied, scratching his chin in thought as Rika and Chiho nodded.
"... If I changed back into my angelic form, you'd be in deep shit for saying that."
Lucifer watched as the two argued back and forth, until he caught their attention.
"What the hell is wrong with you all?"
Instantly he found himself the victim of the combined glares from the Hero and Demon Overlord.
Seconds later found him face down on the ground with Maou's bare foot grinding his face into the cracked asphalt.
"You know, I've almost forgotten about you." Maou said, frowning disdainfully as he ground Lucifer painfully into the ground.
"What are you going to do with him?" Emi asked, glaring at the fallen angel.
Maou scratched his chin as a thoughtful look crossed his face. "I was kinda thinking about taking his magic."
"And what are you going to do with it?" Emi asked, jumping to conclusions. "You're going to leave and leave me stranded here, aren't you?"
"Why would I do that?" Maou asked, as he looked at her straight into her eyes.
For a moment, Emi's heart fluttered in her chest, as her cheeks faintly flushed. 'Does he want to stay here because of me?' She thought, not unlike a nearby auburn-haired schoolgirl.
Hey, one can hope, can't they?
"I've got a whole month's worth of shifts I've got to handle at MgRonald's. I can't just blow those off."
Oh, right...
*~oOo~*
*Urp*
Alsiel looked at Albertio with distaste as they all exited the Gate. "To think that a human can expel such foul waste..." He muttered, as Albertio turned and puked near a pile of rubble.
Next to Albertio stood Emeralda, her emerald green eyes scanning over the horizon. "We've just missed a battle." She said, sensing faint traces of magic from both sides, holy and demonic, within the area.
That, and she was currently standing on the ruins of what must've been an elevated road.
Yep, obviously a battle.
After a bit, Albertio sat down next to her, a hand over his mouth (thankfully). "So, who are those people?" He asked, pointing with his free hand at a group off in the distance.
Alsiel walked up so he stood behind his... allies... and glanced at the group in question. He gave no indication of recognition, other than a slight widening of his eyes, which, unnoticed to him, started to appear more human-like, along with the rest of his body.
'My lord...' He thought, as he watched Maou argue with Emi.
Soon enough, he started to feel a stifling heat, his face giving of a slightly feverish blush.
This day was far too hot for heavy cloaks, or a General's Mantle, in this case.
*~oOo~*
"Emilia!"
Emi turned towards the sound of Emeralda's voice, a shocked look on her face. "E-Emeralda?! Albertio?!" She cried, as she tackled the two in an embrace.
Maou smiled at the look on Emi's face. She looked so much more beautiful when she was happy.
"Milord!"
Maou turned his head to face the newcomer, absentmindedly shoving the purple-haired demon harder into the ground. Ignoring the former General's pained cry, he took in the newcomer's features.
Blond hair framed slitted grass-green eyes and an angled jawline. He was adorned in a heavy black cloak, and a Demon General's Mantle. Maou had a pretty good idea of who this was. All that was needed were his reptilian features, and this man would be Alsiel.
Maou waited patiently for Alsiel to make his way to him. He didn't even make it halfway.
Maou stared on in shock as Alsiel suddenly collapsed, crumpling limply into the floor.
Hot day + Heavy cloak + General's Mantle + Exercise = a heatstroke. Remember this, kids.
Resisting the urge to facepalm, Maou walked towards the fainted Alsiel, ignoring the laughter that came from Emi. Picking him up easily, Maou dug into the pockets of his ruined pants and tossed a set of keys into Emi's direction.
"Go back to Castle Overlord." He said, ignoring the curious looks from Emeralda and Albertio, as well as the questioning ones from Rika and Chiho. "I'll meet you there in a bit."
"And what are you going to do?" Emi asked, crossing her arms and staring down at the King of Demons.
Maou shrugged in a bored manner. "I'm going to have to stay here and fix everything."
Emi started at him in disbelief. "Why are you, a Demon Overlord, going to fix everything? You have enough power to leave."
Maou shook his head. "I thought you knew me better than that, Emilia." Bending down and thrusting a palm into Lucifer's face, they were both briefly shrouded in pitch-black flames. Lucifer let out a startled yell, before he joined Olba in unconsciousness.
Standing back up, Maou stretched a bit as Lucifer's magic reserves settled within him. "I can't just leave this place in ruins like this. It doesn't sit right with me."
Emi stared at him weirdly, before a recent memory tugged at her.
Maou's eyes lost their focus as he answered Lucifer. At this point, Emi was now wide awake, listening to them. "I've taken quite a liking to this world. Living as a human was a refreshingly new experience for me, and I don't want to cause trouble to a world that's treated me so well." Maou's eyes regained their focus, homing in on Lucifer. "That's NOT the way I want to do things."
Focusing back on the present, Emi crossed her arms, "Well, hurry it up, then!" Turning around, Emi began walking away, but before she got too far, she was called back.
"Hey, Emi!" Maou yelled, as he picked up and carried Lucifer to Emi's group. "Take this sod with you."
"Why?" Emi asked, as she glared at the unconscious purple-haired fallen angel.
"Well, I drained him completely of his magic, so he's useless to me right now, and I already have to take Alsiel here with me." Maou explained, as Albertio volunteered to take the purple-haired teen.
"And what if he wakes up and had more magic than we thought?" Albertio asked, making Chiho look at him strangely, while Rika looked on with a confused expression.
Maou waved his hand lazily at them as he headed back to Sasazuka Station, Alsiel draped over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "That ain't happening. I think I drained him too much. He actually might never wake again, so don't worry about it."
As they all left, Rika muttered to herself, "Oh great. Emi's old friends are here, and I can't even understand them.
*~oOo~*
"Emilia, are you sure we can trust the Overlord?"
Emi turned towards Emeralda as they walked to Castle Overlord. She answered without even hesitating. "Absolutely."
Emeralda widened her eyes at Emi's confident tone. "And how would you know that, hmm?"
Emi stumbled in shock, cursing herself for not having the foresight to come up with a convincing story. She couldn't very well tell them-
"Yusa-san is staying with Maou-san." Chiho said, sweatdropping as Emi turned and rammed her forehead into a brick wall. Repeatedly.
"Oh my!" Emeralda exclaimed. "Emilia, I thought you swore to behead him, not bed him!"
Everyone backed away as Emi sunk her fist wrist-deep into the wall. Her other fist was tightly clenched and shaking with the urge to hit someone, and her face was a brilliant scarlet hue (whether it was from anger or embarrassment, they couldn't tell).
"Can we please," she began, her voice low, "Just go to the fucking apartment?"
Everyone complied.
*~oOo~*
Maou made his way to the train station, humming to himself as he did so. Glancing down at the ground from the freeway support he stood on, Maou shrugged, before walking straight off the edge.
Flaring his demonic magic around him in a dark red color, he landed lightly on his feet. He put down Alsiel, before pointing at a nearby fire hydrant. It was briefly shrouded in a dark red, almost black haze, before it suddenly burst, the gushing geyser of water that burst out of it arching high up in the air, before completely missing it's mark, striking Maou straight in the face.
"Sonuva-!" was the only thing Maou managed to say, before he was bowled over by the high pressure stream.
With a quick flick of his wrist, a burst of magic bent the hydrant even further, altering it just enough to douse the fainted general.
Within moments rose a coughing and spluttering Alsiel, thoroughly soaked and cooled from his heat stroke, although his face was still flushed.
Crawling out of the high-powered jet's watery path, Alsiel looked around curiously, inspecting his surroundings before noticing Maou, who was still dripping water all over the pavement.
"Stupid hydrant." He muttered, as he wrung out his useless shirt. "This shirt was already useless. Now it's completely unwearable." Giving up on it as a lost cause, he bailed up his former shirt and threw it away, vaporising it as an afterthought with a bolt of black magic.
"Milord!"
Maou tuned towards Alsiel, who shuffled dizzily towards him, and grinned. "Alsiel! It's good to see you!" He said, as he slapped his general on his back, causing him to stumble onto the ground.
"Whoops, my mistake." Maou said, as he turned and helped his general to his feet.
After steadying himself, Alsiel turned to Maou and leapt at him.
*SLAM*
"OW! What the hell, Alsiel?!"
"You left me there, Milord!" Alsiel exclaimed, as he reared back, winding up for another punch.
"Do you think I had a choice at staying here?" Maou said, as he brought his arms to bear and blocked Alsiel's punch. "You were right behind me anyways! It's your own damn fault Emilia overtook you."
"Shut up!" Alsiel yelled, before leaping back. Maou was suddenly treated to quite a sight as Alsiel attempted to use his magic.
Chuckling at his general, Maou snapped his fingers. Instantly, a black aura burst into view around him. Another snap, and Alsiel fell unconscious.
'I'll deal with him later' Maou thought, as he shook his head at his general. 'What did they do to you, old friend?'
*~oOo~*
"Anyways, I'm sorry we've caused so much trouble to this world." Albertio said, as he sat down on the tatami mat floor. Nearby sat Emeralda, Chiho, and Rika, all seated around the small table.
"Don't worry, it wasn't anything I couldn't handle." Emi replied, as she got around to heating up a kettle on a hot plate. "Just some minor earthquakes, nothing major."*
Before Albertio could respond, Rika spoke up, irritation in her voice. "Look, Emi, I'm glad that you meet up with your friends, but I can't understand a thing you two are saying."
"Sorry Rika." Emi said, as she looked up from the kettle. "Emeralda, can you do anything for her? She can't understand us, and you've always been better with spells." Grabbing a package of tea, Emi plopped them in the kettle before moving to sit near the table.
After a quick spell had been performed by Emeralda, which had Chiho and Rika gaping at the blatant display of magic, the two resumed their previous conversation.
Rika listened in for a good while, before she noticed they weren't speaking Japanese at all. When she addressed them about it, she was startled when she spoke in the same language they used.
"H-how?" She asked, as she looked at the emerald-haired woman.
"The spell I used on us here imprinted the two languages in this room into our minds. I can speak Japanese now if I want, and you can speak in the language of Ente Isla if you wanted to." Emeralda explained, shifting to Japanese in mid-sentence to prove her point.
"That's... kind of neat..." Rika said, before raising an eyebrow towards Emi. "Why didn't you try that instead of taking those classes, Emi?"
Emi's face reddened in embarassment. "I don't have as good a grasp on the type of magic Emeralda can use. Offensive I can do, but others tend to blow up in my face."
A moment of silence passed, before Chiho decided to speak. "Um, Albertio?" Said man looked up, curious at to what she wanted to ask. "Why could I hear your voice in my head?"
That got the larger man to grin. "Oh, so you heard it, huh?" He asked, while Chiho nodded. "Me and Em here limited the recipients to the Idea Link solely to people who thought about the Demon King non-stop."
Emeralda decided to speak up in a teasing tone. "Sounds like the Demon King is quite the stud, huh?" She said, as Cohoes gave began reddening. Emi managed to limit a sudden blush to only a slight hue on her cheeks.
Just when Chiho's blush turned her face into a bright red tomato, the door opened, and Maou entered the room. "I'm ba-"
"Kyaaaaaa!" Chiho screamed, startled by Maou's sudden appearance. Her scream startled him, causing him to yell and drop Alciel, who yelled in pain.
As the Demon General stood up, he locked eyes with Maou, and bum-rushed him, knocking the Demon Lord out of the room and into the hallway. Sound of extreme violence reached the room, and soon enough, Alciel's bruised form stumbled into the room, before passing out.
Add the group of five sweat-dropped, Maou walked in, still shirtless, and sporting a few new bruises along his abdomen. Grumbling about violent Generals, he matched into the room towards the closet, oblivious to the two women who averted their gazes with sudden blushes. After putting on a white shirt he sat down, while he was approached by Emeralda, who wore an amused look. "So, the Devil is a ladies man, huh?"
"Just drop it." He grumbled, as he crossed his arms in annoyance.
This story has NOT been dropped, but I've fallen into a rut. Reading fanfics non-stop can do that to you...
*As I understand, Lucifer was the person behind the collapsed mall in Shinjuku, not Albertio.
Mr. Rocha's Omake Theater Presents:
The Devil is a Stud!
"Emilia, are you sure we can trust the Overlord?"
Emi turned towards Emeralda as they walked to Castle Overlord. She answered without even hesitating. "Absolutely."
Emeralda widened her eyes at Emi's confident tone. "And how would you know that, hmm?"
Emi stumbled in shock, cursing herself for not having the foresight to come up with a convincing story. She couldn't very well tell them-
"Yusa-san is staying with Maou-san." Chiho said, sweatdropping as Emi turned and rammed her forehead into a brick wall. Repeatedly.
"Oh my!" Emeralda exclaimed. "Emilia, I thought you swore to behead him, not bed him!"
"You know what, fine!" Emi exclaimed, as she turned on her friend. "I'm tired of hiding it!"
"Uh, hiding what, Emi?" Rika asked from the side, before Emi crossed her arms and closed her eyes, an angry tick forming on her head.
"The fact that me and Maou are screwing each other's brains out every night!" Emi yelled, making everyone gape at her.
END
The 1.0 version of the first chapter.
(Well, the parts I changed, anyways)
Emi glared at the paper that laid on the box in front of her. "Is this a joke?" she asked as she glared fiercely at Maou, who was busy filing out a sheet of his own.
Looking up from his MgRonald's application sheet, Maou asked, "What's wrong, Hero?"
Emi's glare intensified, as she roughly snatched he sheet from the box and shoved it in his face. "Does this look like something I would understand?!" She yelled, prompting Maou to cover his ears in an attempt to protect them.
"You don't have to yell..." he muttered, before snapping his fingers. Instantly, the words on her application sheet became readable, as the symbols changed and rearranged themselves. Emi was suddenly holding an Ente Islan application for a language class.
"That better?" He asked, before being back to his own sheet.
"...What did you do?" Emi asked, after starting at the sheet for what seemed like hours.
Maou sighed, before explaining. "I didn't do anything special, just change your perspective."
Narrowing her eyes at Maou, Emi asked, "What do you mean by 'changing my perspective'?"
Maou however, just waved her off. "Don't worry, all I did was make it so that until you learn the native language, anything you see that is written will appear in Ente Islan script. It'll wear off when you learn Japanese."
"Couldn't you just transfer your knowledge of the language to me directly, instead of just the words?" Emi asked, anger rising at what she thought was Satan trying to amuse himself.
Not bothering to look up as he finished the form, Maou answered her. "If you were a demon, then yes. But you're not. You are a human, and for me, it takes a considerable amount of magic to do that, since humans work differently from demons."
Seeing her prepare to ask another question, Maou decided to add, "All I used was a modified Deception Spell, which is ridiculously easy for me to perform."
After a moment of silence, Maou decided to ask a question that's been on his mind for a while now. "Don't you have any magic left? Is seems odd that I'm the only one using any."
Emi blinked. She actually hadn't even bothered to check. Taking time to search within herself, she found she had enough to summon Better Half, as well as her boots and gauntlets, for at least a few minutes, and just a little more, for minor magic and a shield or two.
Instead of telling him, Emi merely shakes her head.
*~The Next Day - The Interview~*
She didn't know WHY she was even here. She hadn't even begun trying to learn the language yet, and she was, already applying for a job, working with Satan himself of all things.
"Thank you again, Miss Kisaki, for accepting our applications on such a short notice." Maou said, as he and Emi were led towards her office on the second floor of the MgRonald's.
"No problem," the red-clad woman said, waving her arm in dismissal. "We really need more employees right now. This place is deserted." Reaching the door, she opened it, letting the two inside.
Her office was fairly large, containing two bookshelf's, one filled with random texts, the other filled with personal belongings. A desktop computer resided in a corner, and in another were two small couches that faced each other, separated by nothing other than a small wooden table. She led the two to the couches, and they sat down, backs stiff at an attempt to be formal. So it came as a shock to them when Mayumi casually lounged on the couch, eyeing them with interest.
There was a brief moment of silence, as Mayumi studied the two, before she suddenly stood up.
"You're hired."
Maou's eyes widened, while Emi looked on in confusion at Maou's surprise. "W-what? Just like that?" Maou managed to sputter, before Emi gave up, too frustrated at her situation to care.
Hiding her palm behind the couch, Emi called upon her Celestial Force. A white glow enveloped it, and she reached into Miss Kisaki's mind, analyzing the Japanese language and memorizing it.
Looking around, she noticed the books in the bookshelf behind her were no longer in Ente Islan script, but in Japanese, and to her satisfaction, they were all still readable.
"Then what was the interview for?" And she could understand people now!
Mayumi shrugged. "The interview was just a formality. Besides, I like meeting the people I hire before I blindly send them off to work." She explained. Seeing the two questioning looks, she sighed, before adding in, "An interview tells me nothing about yourself. I don't know if you can be trustworthy or not. A person can seem eager and energetic for the job at the interview, but they can easily turn into lazy bums during work." A look of understanding flashed on Emi's face.
"You want us to prove to you that we want the job, right?" She asked, Kisaki nodding, and Maou gaping at her question.
Mayumi smiled. "That's right. You can start tomorrow."
*~0~*
"Where in my name did you gather enough magic to do that?" Maou asked, as the two walked home. Besides him, Emi merely shrugged. "I didn't want to depend on a pathetic excuse of an Overlord."
Besides her, Maou flinched. He wanted to oppose her, but she was right. He was ruling the demons at the young age of 300, and he had been over his head. Back then, he had been running on pure, uninhibited rage, and hadn't made the best of choices.
He also knew things about the Ente Islan church that would make Emi doubt herself.
He brought himself back from his musings as their apartment came into view. Once inside, they curled up on the cold floor, and fell asleep.
"Get up!"
A little demon child lay on the dirt, his goat legs caked with a mixture of mud and blood, and his raven hair in messy spikes, almost hiding his tiny horns. In front of the child stood a white-robed priest, a scowl etched on his ancient face. Behind him, younger priests attempted to restrain a larger demon with goat legs and bull's horns, and a she-demon, with red skin and ram's horns.
The little boy got back up on shaky legs, only to get blasted by the priest. The boy flew through the air, until his back collided with a tree.
Seeing the boy get hit with a blast of holy energy, the larger demon fought against his restraints with renewed efforts, managing to snap those that crossed across his chest. Calling upon his remaining magical energies, he knocked the priests trying to restrain him once more straight into the air, their horror-filled screams silenced only when they landed on the unforgiving earth with sickening cracks.
"You DARE touch my heir, human?!" he roared as he rose, a ball of crimson magic forming in his palm.
The ancient priest merely scowled. "I dare, Satan. You and your demons have finally been declared as a threat to humanity. None of your kind are allowed to exist anymore." He spat, as a white rune circle appeared in front of him, a pinprick of light appearing in it's center, charged with holy energy.
"You will regret attacking the Demon Overlord, human." Satan growled, as he hurled the cracking sphere. The priest responded in kind, and the tiny sphere of light was suddenly surrounded by hundreds more.
In an instant, hundreds of thin, destructive beams filled the air, completely engulfing Satan and his bride. Satan's attack, however, barreled through the onslaught, and collided with the smug priest, annihilating him and everything within a ten foot radius.
Little Jacob was the only witness left that day. He then watched helplessly, as his father soon succumbed to his wounds, and fell.
Maou shot upwards, woken from his slumber on the floor by the memory. He sighed a ragged breath, as he willed his heart to stop pounding.
After calming down his frantic body, he looked over to an ancient analog clock, which read 4 a.m. Seeing that he wouldn't be falling asleep any time soon, he got up and left through the door, taking a brief moment to look at the sleeping Emi Yusa, whose slumbering face held a smile at her pleasant dream.
That day, he decided to start his first shift at MgRonald's early.
*~One Month Later~*
"Welcome to MgRonald's sir, how may I help you?" A beautiful redhead woman asked with a smile, as a customer walked inside the fast-food restaurant. After taking his order, she faced the kitchen, and called out, "One large Mag Burger with a side order of Black Pepper Fries!"
Inside the kitchen, a raven haired man assembled the customers order before adding pepper to some freshly made fries. Deeming the order ready, the man walked to the counter, order in hand, and handed it to the man with a wide smile. "Thank you for choosing MgRonald's, we hope to see you soon!" He said, as the man waved before leaving.
*~Quitting Time~*
"I swear, that was the best day for our black pepper fries sales. Soon, we will take first prize!" Maou exclamed, already changed into a yellow t-shirt. Besides him, Emi rolled her eyes as she picked up her purse.
"Mister Maou, Mister Maou!" A teenaged girl yelled, as she ran into the room. She had odd pink colored hair, which she usually wore in two bunches, although it was much more noticeable during her shifts.
"What is it, Chiho?" Maou asked, as he calmed down from his 'excellent employee' mood.
"Miss Kisaki is calling for you!" Chiho said, before excusing herself. But not before staring at him, then blushing furiously.
Maou scratched the back of his head. "That was weird... Anyways! What would Miss Kisaki need from me?" He wondered.
"Maybe she wants to fire you." Emi suggested, faking a serious voice. She couldn't help it, Maou was amusing when he panicked. Just like right now.
Maou's eyes widened, as his pupils shrunk. "F-f-fire me?!" He said, as he started hyperventilating. "Why would she fire me? Did I not do a good enough job? Was it because the fryer stopped working? Butthatwasn'tme! Maybeshesawmeabouttousemagi-""
"Just go already!" Emi yelled, snapping him out of his horror-induced trance.
"R-right."
Maou waited inside Miss Kisaki's office, sweating bullets and furiously chewing on his fingernails. 'I can't get fired now!' he though. 'I've barely even been here for a month!'
At that moment, the door opened, causing Maou to sit ram-rod straight, his face a nervous wreck.
"Thanks for waiting." She said, before chuckling at his nervousness. "At ease kid, it's not bad." Maou visibly relaxed at this, as she went on. "In fact, I'm going to make your day. I was waiting to get a final approval from the district office."
That got his attention. "Oh? For what?"
"For your promotion, of course. Sadao Maou, as of today, you are now a Full-Time MgRonald's employee."
"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 PERVERT! 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, until suddenly he was thrown backwards, courtesy of a violent explosion of blood from his nose.