My Calling

Author: Cornell Valentine Gainsborough

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

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A/N: I was right. My friend was, in fact, ready to kill me when I posted the previous chapter. However, we managed to set a few things straight, and so this fic continues on.

Anyway, this chapter briefly introduces two new OC's, both created by my friend.

Chapter 14: Delivery

"Anyway, as we cornered him, his wings gave off this big flash of light, and the next thing we know, that kid gets away!"

Having made it to the town of Midnight, one of Sirea's vassals, a Strider known as William, was interviewing the three residents who had momentarily made contact with Nelius as of one or two weeks ago.

"Did you happen to see which direction he went?" William questioned.

"Last I remember, he appeared to have been heading Eastward, toward the old port." The Succubus, who had made the previous statement, pointed out. He nodded, jotting down this vital piece of information, before thanking the three and heading toward the city's edge. He reached into his pocket and extracted a cellular phone, hitting a particular number on speed dial.

"William reporting in. Target was last seen heading for the Dimension Port. I'm en route to gather more information." He ended the call and pocketed his phone before heading toward the Port. 'Still, I can't understand as to why Sirea's dead set on chasing after that boy. I've never noticed anything particular about him...'

Back at Sirea's Castle, news of Nelius' last known wherabouts was rapidly spreading thoughout the castle like a wildfire. As Sirea happened to gain wind of this, her face broke into a sinister grin.

'It won't be long now...'

MAKAI!

After enjoying a nice, long laugh at Brad's expense, Nelius had headed back off to the training room, mostly to pass the time, as he couldn't get the mental image of Brad's face covered in lipstick kisses long enough to actually focus on some of his techniques. When he felt the ship shudder, he knew they had landed at their next destination. When he got to the bridge, he saw what had to have been the funniest sight so far.

Apparently, Brad had tried washing the lipstick off, but it hadn't been successful, instead smearing around his face. The jaguar Overlord now looked like a big, furry tomato. Most of the Felynn were having a good laugh as their leader was shooting them all a death glare.

"Not... A ... Word." Brad warned as Nelius entered. He then walked over and dragged him and the pink haired Nekomata off toward the exit. Nelius was just grinning the whole way, giving the other Felynn the OK sign. It had been a few minutes before a castle, situated in the middle of a volcano, came into view.

"So, what occasion calls for the drag-off?" Nelius questioned.

"A delivery." He motioned toward the nekomata.

"Well, you may want to be careful with what you're handling."

"And just what would give you..." He trailed off, seeing something or someone speeding toward them. "What's that?"

"Offhand, I'd say either a high speed craft or a stampede." Nelius had gotten out of Brad's grip and was viewing the object that was moving toward them. "If I had a pair of binoculars, I could... oh, thanks." The Nekomata handed him a pair.

"Where did you get those?" Brad had to ask.

"My tail. It's where all my stuff is." She honestly answered.

"Yah... anyway, I see... I see..." He couldn't help but smirk at his next statement. "Black... and pink... with a considerable pair of assets too."

"What are you talking.." The ground began to shake rather violently. The rapidly approaching thing was either heavy, or there were multiple things approaching.

"Oh, I see two.. no, eight... wait, twenty... holy crap, there's over one hundred!" He began to grin. "Brad, if you value your sanity, I suggest you run."

"Why?" One of the figures took a flying leap, landing right in front of Brad.

"Hello, Brad. Long time, no see." It was Etna... yes, that Etna.

Fortunately, time had been extremely kind to Etna. Over the past 450 years since the Overlord Zenon incident, she had definitely grown, no longer the skinny, flat-chested Demon Lord who departed for Veldime in hopes of taking the title of "Goddess of All Overlords" for herself in an effort to show up Laharl. Without a doubt, she was completely worthy of her "Beauty Queen" title.

She was wearing an outfit that was a modified variation of her original wear. While it, in fact, showed less skin than her original one did, this particular outfit, combined with the fact that she wasn't wearing her hair in its usual pigtails, instead allowing it to flow freely down the back of her neck, would definitely cause a few heads to turn.

"Brad.." She seemed to put on a mock pout, "Do you know how long it's been since I last heard from you? You never called, never wrote... I thought we were friends."

Nelius and the nekomata were both laughing at the sight of Brad's face. Who'd ever think that the Male Felynn had a complete fear of Etna?!

"Uh, er... ah, Et-Etna, I.. thought w-we solved that pr-problem already... gulp..." He was sweating quite profusely, his eyes widening as Etna stepped closer and closer.

"Oh, but before we take that final step, I'd like to introduce a few friends of mine." Stepping aside, one of Brad's secret fears had come to life... there were hundreds, scratch that, thousands of Etnas all giving him a particular look.

"Hi, Brad."

Faced with this, Brad did the only thing he could do... he screamed in a particularly high-pitched voice (which must've set a new Netherworld record for all Felynn) and ran back to his ship, taking off in the blink of an eye.

MAKAI!

In another ship, in a distant corner of the Netherworld Space...

"Hm?" A Felynn with snowy white fur looked up from a book she'd been reading.

"HellStar, what's up?" A young man, who some people would say looked like a human form of Brad, turned his head to look at her.

"I thought I heard someone scream in an unusually high pitch." She turned her attention back to her book.

"Those two must've found each other again." He let out a sigh. "I can never tell why he gets so scared shitless whenever she's around. Time to plot our intercept course."

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"Though that was about the best laugh I've had, there goes my ride." Nelius gazed at the rapidly departing ship.

"Ah, don't worry about it." The original Etna placed a hand on his shoulder. "Besides, I got what I came out here for." Lifting up her right hand, she revealed a wallet. "I knew there was reason I had that Awesome Hand on me. That guy still owed me about 3500 Hell."

"Well, since I'm stuck here for the moment... is Netherworld's Most Humiliating on?"

"Not until tomorrow... either way, I've got some footage of the Prince that I have to send in." Nelius looked at her, then began to grin.

"Well, I just so happen to have some obnoxiously rare pictures of Brad right here." Pulling out several of the photographs he took of Brad in his anchovie boxers, he began showing them off to the Etna Group, who began laughing. He then placed an arm around the nekomata. "And, with her help, I managed to catch this all too hilarious footage of Brad freaking out."

"Oh yeah, I like you now."

MAKAI!

Until Next Chapter,

Cornell Valentine Gainsborough