Ex-V: Hey there, gang!
Here I am, again~ I've got This update for you, and then the next chapter of this almost ready to go as well; just got to touch it up a bit, and, if you're still into the story, I'll post that one this week or so as well. It sure is nice to have all this extra time to write fanfiction again, that hasn't been the case for me in several months.
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"So... That's where we're at." Maou managed, at last. He exhaled, evenly, almost whispering, and his eyes were positively fixed on the mess of pots and pans laying discarded all throughout the kitchen. "You fell in love with Satan, Emilia."
"I... I guess I did... ? Um... A little bit-" she stammered, blushing violently red. Emilia wanted very badly to curl up in a ball and die on the spot. "Just... Just a little, Maou...!"
Her voice choked off, cracking and weak. Flushed, she felt his piercing gaze flicker over to land on her, fixing itself there. Emilia squeezed her eyes tightly shut, flustered as can be.
"Just a little bit?" His voice was smooth and layered, smug. His tone rose a bit, interested and fascinated, as his eyes flashed, glimmering sweetly, and she gurgled something, helpless; staring up into the ceiling.
Very dizzy, she begged the world to just... To turn back time, just a bit... Just enough to prevent herself from ever saying a damn thing...
"Y-Yeah... A little. I love you a little, okay-?!"
"Not a lot, Emilia?" The Demon king grinned, wickedly; His lips tightened viciously across his villainous toothy sneer. He pressed her, mercilessly. "You sure you don't love me a lot?"
The Hero squeaked something, and she was unbearably cute. Unspeakable feelings swirled, conflicting, in his breast.
"I'm pretty sure, yeah!"
"I don't believe you." Maou struggled internally, invisibly, with what he was saying; unable to properly process what exactly he was doing. Externally cool and charismatic as ever, he only knew that the pleasurable humming delight tying knots in his chest felt so very right... Tormenting the hero about this felt so right... "It sounded to me like you're basically obsessed."
All the bottled up tension and passion heating the moment seemed to burst, like an overripe balloon; flooding the room with undeniable sexual chemistry and barely subdued affection, with longing and pining.
Emilia took a deep breath, shaken to her very core. The hero covered her red face with both hands. "Obsessed... Obsessed with you, Maou? Is that... Is that how I sound?"
Her voice was tiny, now, tiny and growing more and more shrill. She was practically moaning, believing him utterly.
After all, she knew she probably did sound utterly obsessed with him.
She knew she was probably utterly obsessed with him. It made sense.
His confident, teasing grin seemed to belie his own desperate desire, however, masking the throbbing affection for her pounding his own veins. "Can't stop thinking about me, right...? That's what you said... Seeing me in your head, every night, before you fall asleep..."
She squealed, blushing furiously and glaring poignantly away. Highly alarmed, she held her head, kneading her trembling fingers into the scarlet hair framing her red face and tugging her braid. "S-Shut up! Would you shut up?!"
"You like my eyes, Emilia...? See them late at night, in your mind, just before falling asleep?" he teased, sounding devilish as he was inside, and she wailed, steaming red and covering her ears with both hands.
"Maou!" She squeaked, yelping helplessly.
"Isn't that what you said...?" he snickered, tormenting her almost independent of his own free will; taking a step closer to her, and she seemed to flutter in place; staggering under the intense weight of her embarrassment and humiliation.
"I don't recall saying that, actually! Jackass! You're just... Aren't you just making things up-?!"
"Oh, is that right...? Am I?" The king of demons laughed, doing his level best to suppress the clear feelings for her now welling up under his every heartbeat. The tense emotions he was suffering could no longer be denied as mysterious, they were all too obvious; love and desire, affection. That's what they felt like, at least, alien as they were to the Demon King; Maou was desperate to do anything he could to stop this madness, to subdue this desire for her, but simply couldn't stop taunting the Hero. He was too addicted to this dynamic. Emilia whimpered, flushed; her voice no more than a choking sob. "My mistake, Emilia... You just said so much, you know, about being in love with me..."
Somehow, Maou was thinking about her body... Thinking about the Hero like this, sexually, was making his head spin.
She could feel his eyes tracing her frame, along the curves of her breasts and hips... Her navel tingled, his eyes... His eyes felt good...
Emilia turned hurriedly away, to face the wall. She could barely breathe. "Would you quit it, already!"
Her voice was squeaky and tight, tense and high-pitched; very creaky. She knew it, she knew she would feel his ravenous eyes on her ass... And she did.
Oh, she sure did...
"Does the truth bother you...?"
"Yes! Yes, obviously, it does," Emilia wailed, shaking her head desperately. "Asshole! I hate it, I cant stand loving you!"
Maou froze, as her sensitive, raw tone washed over him like a crashing wave.
He knew the vulnerability in her voice should be making him hard, should be turning him on, and it... It kind of was...? But...
It was also...
The truth in her words was staggering. The gloating smugness floating under his words had vanished, without so much as leaving behind some small trace, swallowed up in this new, mad wellspring of Impossible feelings.
"You... You hate loving me?" the demon king strained to keep his voice even, but failed utterly. For all he tried, he couldn't help himself, he failed to disguise the obvious change in his tone, his mannerisms. His words came out quiet, pained and tense. Emilia yelped something, incoherent, under her breath.
This strange agony in his heart was plain to see, and she could feel how badly he wanted to pretend it didn't exist.
It was breaking her heart... Now it was breaking her heart...
Emilia turned, finally, to face him again. She managed to meet his piercing gaze, with teary eyes, and tried to summon her words; choking, strangled and utterly asphyxiated by the look on his face.
She could see the war of conflicting emotions tangling themselves up behind his airy gaze, in his wild expression. It felt like looking in a mirror, as a moment of subjugating quiet settled over them both.
Maou took a single step closer, almost against his will; attracted to her as if by some strange magnetic force. Unable to think of anything to say, he could feel that damned affection for the hero boiling over within him, almost like... Almost as if he loved her, loved her too, but... But, of course, that would be...
It would be...
"I do... I do love you a lot, Maou..." Emilia sounded utterly humiliated, furiously red and dejected, fidgeting in place. "Don't mistake me, I... I love you, so much..."
Maou felt his breath catch.
"I'm... I'm in love with you..."
It felt like they were both underwater, all of a sudden, deep deep under the crushing depths of the blackest pacific seas. Tension so physical and radical it was almost painful coated the Hero and the Demon king in a dizzying vicegrip; Emilia whimpered something, lightheaded
Tears leaked, desperately, from her eyes as she looked away; streaking her radiantly red cheeks. "I love you... I do love you, Maou... I cant stand it..."
"I..." the King of Hell croaked, almost overcome. "Emilia, I... I'm..."
The words almost came out automatically, utterly against his will. He shivered, at the last moment, however, grabbing his face in one hand; rattling his sanity loose. At the last moment, he caught himself, staring out at Emilia through his fingers.
"M-Maou...?" She trembled like a fragile leaf in a raging blizzard. Her eyes were wide, watching him, tense and overwhelmed.
(The Next Day)
Emilia woke up to her ringing phone, groaning something mindless, rolling over slightly in bed.
She fished lamely for her cellphone, one handed, very hesitant and resistant to the idea of waking up already, so early...
So very early...
The Hero cracked one eye open, sighing, as she finally found her handy and picked it up, checking the call.
Rika. It was Rika, but why this early in the morning...?
The Hero gasped, suddenly, sitting up like lightning in her bed. Furiously red, memories of last night came pouring back all at once, flooding every corner of her mind.
She admitted her love.
She confessed to Maou!
Squeaking, utterly horrified and beyond mortified, Emilia covered her mouth with both hands, strangled in place.
Brief silence. The phone rang again, as if to jar her loose from the grips of a nightmarish trance, where the memories of words she had said to Maou last night echoed endlessly past her ears...
I love you, Maou... Im in love with you... I love you so much...
Emilia answered the phone, desperately trying to shake the memories off, voice squeaky and shrill and very high pitched. "H-Hello... Rika-?"
"Emilia, get over here now-!"
The Righteous hero blinked, straightening up in place. Her pajamas shifted a bit, slipping down off her shoulder and almost exposing her left nipple.
"Huh-?"
"Get over here! Supermarket on the corner of Adams and Gabriels!"
"W-Why?! Whats happening!" Emi jumped to her feet, processing at last the serious nature and desperate tone in her older friends voice. "Did something come through the GATE?!"
"No, something came from YOUR apartment!" Rika sounded somewhat annoyed, and clearly mystified. "Its Maou, Emi! I don't know what's going on, its like he lost his mind!"
She felt the ground give out under her.
Maou...?
"Apparently he's taken the whole place hostage, Emi, you need to get over there right now, like be there ten minutes ago-"
The hero dropped her phone, as these words snapped through her, through her subconscious; finally settling in her whirling mind.
She grabbed some jeans and a shirt, vanishing through the door with invisible speed.
Her mind wasn't exactly working, however, in the process...
(Not ten minutes later, downtown; at the grocery store on Adams and Gabriels)
"M-Maou-!" Emilia panted, blasting in through the giant glass double doors of Rocjes Groceries. "Maou!"
The King of Hell cast a disinterested glance over at the intruder, eyes settling on Emi with a disdainful glare. His eyes narrowed. "Emilia, good of you to join us. I imagined you wouldn't be far behind."
"I was far behind, asshole! I was still in bed!"
"You do love to sleep in..." Maou cackled, and the Hero could see, for just a split second, the disdain and evil in his eyes fading; it cracked like a thin mask, for but a moment, before the King of Hell turned away from her yet again in something of a hurry.
"D-Did you hear that-?" one of the hostages mumbled, trembling on the floor.
"They're sleeping together! They must be dating-" another one gasped.
Emilia shrieked, flustered; furiously red, she waved her hands desperately back and forth. "W-Wait! We are not! We're not!"
"Aren't we, Emilia?" Maou sneered, side eying her villainously. He cackled. "That's not what I remember, from last night..."
The hostages gasped collectively, oohs and aahs ringing out through the twenty or so innocent citizens huddled together by the cash registers.
"They had sex last night!" A young cashier gulped, swallowing a heavy breath.
"If he's fucking her, how is she supposed to save us?!" Another one, a shopper, cried out. She hugged her three year old child tighter to her breast.
Emilia wailed, choking on her breath and sounding very strangled, flushed red. "He's not fucking me! He didn't fuck me last night-! I... I can save you just fine!"
"Can you?" the King of Hell snickered, flipping his hair coolly with one hand. He turned away again, as if to simply stroll off.
"Maou, what the hell are you doing-?!" Emilia stormed over to him, furious; she grabbed his shoulder with a tightly clenched grip.
The King of Hell stared her in the face, eyes flashing.
She gasped, far too slow, far too late.
Maou snagged her wrist in one hand, and her waist in the other; hurling her head over heels through six aisles of the grocery store shelves.
Calamitous noise and crashing goods rained down all about, as the shelves cracked and collapsed around her. The Hero coughed, yelping, sitting up in a panic, dazed by the sudden blow.
The hostages screamed, but their voices were quiet, now, in the distance, all the way at the front of the shop.
Maou paced towards the hero... Stalking dangerously through the wreckage.
"Maou!" Emilia snarled, rubbing her sore head and ass. Still sitting on her butt, among a veritable mountain of twisted metal and smashed plastic and devastated groceries, she tried to rise to her feet, staggering. "Asshole... What the hell are you doing..."
"Problem, Emi? Yesterday, you were so ready to proclaim me truly evil. I guess your memory really is going..."
The King of Hell lunged at her, without warning, and in the middle of his intentionally villainous proclamation; leading with a fierce right hand, he looked to drill it into her breast, into her gut, hurling her backwards again, but she dodged; flatly, wincing, and swept out his knee.
Maou skittered, rolling across the ground to his feet again without missing a beat. Rising instantly, halfway to his feet, he blasted at the Hero with a wave of villainous magic. She scampered back, doing her best to use the shelves as cover to avoid being hit again.
"What's wrong, Emilia? Whats wrong!? Did you forget who I am?" Maou crowed, screaming out into the store. His voice was layered with poison, with cruelty and sadism. "You forget the true nature of the Devil, or something-?"
Emilia panted, scowling, her mind racing and thoughts swirling. She felt almost like she was drowning, utterly unable to process this, unable to believe what she was doing, what was going on.
Another blast of furious magic power arced through the air, smashing apart a display stand and the wall behind it, right beside her head.
Emilia moved quickly, instinctively, by reflex; closing in, getting herself in range. She almost killed him on the spot with Better half, the sword spawning in her fist as she descending on the King of Demons.
Remembering who she was fighting, who Maou was, stopped her just in time. She loved Maou, she loved him, how could she even think of killing him?!
Maou snapped back at her, scorching the ground she had been standing on with a gout of welling flame; she dodged up, raining down slashes and cuts on the King of Hell; he dodged or parried them all, backpedaling coolly.
"I sense no murderous intent in your blade, Hero..." his voice mocked her, singed lightly with evil, with laughter and delight. Massive explosions of magic power followed Emilia, blasting the store apart. "You have no chance against me in this state-"
"We'll see, I guess-" She countered, frowning severely. Dancing lithely into him, again, zoning him carefully with her range, she cut and pointed and thrust at the King of Hell; gracefully like a dancer and deadly as a singing viper.
Maou countered with a fist, and then a kick to her side, glancing off her shin; Emilia flipped through the air, cutting again at his head as he leaned out of the blades path.
She had no idea what was happening, truly, she had no idea what to think or feel or say.
Emilia tottered a bit, botching her landing; she stumbled forward, and he blasted her in the back with a bolt of deeply concentrated vile magicks. The Hero ducked it, dodge-rolling underneath the missile of hissing violet arcstream; springing backwards up to her feet, she avoided his sweeping leg thrust, bouncing back and forth dangerously, barely maintaining her balance.
She was clearly out of practice, a bit rusty to say the least. The nimble, lithe movements she was used to employing in battle felt a little too airy, a spot too imprecise for her liking; fortunately, Maou was clearly rusty himself. He smashed another shelf down, tearing through the metal like thin paper, wringing it out of shape; a wave of molten black magic radiated off him, catching the Hero as she dove towards his back, brandishing better half.
Her heart was throbbing, full to bursting with love and need for him, but she fought on.
Emilia turned in Middair, adjusting her trajectory to land on both feet; slightly off yet again, the Hero over-corrected, oversteering a bit, forced to skid backwards along the ground, trying to anchor back against the marble floors with one hand. She lunged again immediately, and Maou laughed, cackling, exhilerated. Clearly, thrilled, she could feel his intimate delight, his excitement; it was real, at least some part of this was real... He really was enjoying this, at least.
There was at least some true catharsis in the battle, for him.
Fighting again, like this, blurring together out of the visible spectrum with inhuman, incomprehensible speed, it did feel strangely satisfying, and nostalgic... Emilia found herself almost grinning as well.
Of course, with her superior combat abilities, she managed to press him back; but the Hero knew all too well that she would be absolutely powerless to kill him.
She knew that there was literally no chance she could even really wound him. She just couldn't even bear the idea of it.
Emilia struck out again with her blade, calmly, sliding up carefully to his feet, and Maou had to twist and contort unnaturally in place to avoid her.
He staggered back, gasping, barely even breathing. Maou held his side, where she had sliced open his shirt, and nearly grazed his abdomen.
Emilia knew something was up, though. She could sense true evil, the patent wickedness of Maou in his heart, and she could see it in his eyes.
She had always known he still had evil within him, so it didn't surprise her, but... He hadn't assumed his demon form. And as fiercely as they were fighting, he hadn't looked to strike a real killing blow either.
So... What was actually going on, here? What was happening between them, exactly...?
She had noticed, of course, that the power of his magics would certainly kill her, on the spot, if she let herself eat them up, so perhaps he really was looking to take her life... He was clearly tapping into some wellspring of evil that still existed within him, and probably always would; the Hero knew Maou too well, though. The evil might remain, but he'd learned long ago to cover it up; learned to live a different life, live a different way.
He'd learned to enjoy spending his life together with her, she knew that. She knew it in the very depths of her being, so...
"Tell me, Emilia... Tell me." The King of Demons grinned, standing up straight and brushing his cape aside. He blasted a clearing around them, telekinetically, scattering all the cans and appliances and bottles from around them on the floor. He was undoubtedly intimidating. "Can you truly love evil...? Can you really love someone like me?"
The Hero froze, as his words filtered through her; rippling through her mind.
What?
Understanding surged through her, waking her heart. it took a moment for her fully process, however.
Huh...?
She stood tall, dropping her sword. Better half vanished, clattering to the tile floor.
"Are you sure your love is real-?" He sneered, blasting her backwards with a focused energy beam.
She caught it full on in the body, and it smashed the strength and air from her body, forcing it viciously from her lungs.
Maou froze, himself, twitching; watching her actually get hit, with wide eyes.
"M-Maou...?" Emilia coughed, shuddering. She staggered, straining to remain on her feet. "So... So That's what this is about..."
Maou's left eyebrow twitched. He couldn't seem to speak.
"You're... You're trying to help me...? You're trying to..."
She trailed off, voice meek and soft. Their eyes met, decisively. She realized she was crying, silently crying, breathless.
"... Trying to get me to stop loving you, Maou... Because I told you how much it kills me...?"
With a wracking sob nearly strangling her very breath, she sniffled, laughing weakly, in the deep, deep silence of that penetrating moment. Maou looked blown away, still trembling faintly.
" ... You're... You were trying to help me get over you...?" Emilia managed to whisper, wet and watery eyes bright. A small, nervous smile cracked her lips.
"Y-You... You wish!" Maou snarled, voice a bit too high pitched to conceal the truth any longer. He hurled himself at her, in a jetstream, but she barely managed to raise her guard.
The fight had changed. Maou slammed into her, boxing her down, walking her back. She blocked and parried his blows, but only barely, barely, and sometimes not at all; many of his strikes found their marks, blows ringing true. She coughed and staggered, gasping for air, with fire burning her lungs on each fragile breath. Her hair whipped back and forth, head turning violently back as he cracked into her jaw. They shifted slightly in place, circling each other, and Maou knocked her back with a fist to the collarbone that she failed to completely void and neutralize, followed by a well-aimed kick to her ribs.
Emilia fell, tumbling backwards, and Maou was upon her instantly. He overpowered her easily, and snared her, by the Neck; pinning her violently back against a wall.
Her wounds didn't even ache, though... She wasn't even really in pain.
Maou exhaled, heavily, and Emilia's chest heaved; but she was barely drawing breath at all.
She just watched him, teary eyed, with affection And barely suppressed desire and longing flaring in her heart and in her gaze.
"Nothing you do will change my feelings, Maou..." Emilia managed, shakily. "There's nothing you can say, either."
"You're a liar." he hissed, eyes narrowing. His words were like poison on his tongue. "Lies. I felt the truth in your heart last night, Emilia, you really cant stand loving me. You hate it."
She was silent, laughing bitterly, weakly. A broad smile curved her graceful, delicate features.
"I'll take over the world, Emilia. I'm not fucking around, I'll really do it-"
She didn't answer, just staring into his eyes, sadly, passionately; like a fire was burning in her soul.
"I'll make you my slave, my slave bitch, okay-?" His voice was rising, now, desperate. "You'll be my sex toy, and I'll chain you up to my bed, by a collar!"
Emilia just smiled, sadly, giggling and chuckling weakly. She hung her head.
"... Will you... Will you at least use a condom?"
Maou froze, quivering. He set his free hand over his mouth, fingers tremoring desperately. His eyes narrowed at her, disbelieving.
Her words just washed over him, the implications behind them heavy and unbearable, Impossible to ignore.
"Well... W-Well, I guess you don't have to. If you want... Want me to have your babies..."
Emilia stammered, and Maou just released his grip on her, let her go.
The Hero dropped unceremoniously to the floor, collapsing to her knees. She rubbed her neck, sighing, and Maou found he just couldn't tear his eyes away, stunned...
"Its just..." Emilia wondered, at last, staring down, nervously, at her knees. "Why... Why would you do this for me?"
Maou was speechless, utterly speechless.
"If you were really evil, wouldn't you...? Wouldn't you use my love against me... Right? Use my feelings for you against me-"
Maou was quiet, now, thoughts reeling.
"Instead of trying to help me f-forget it... Trying to get me over you... When you have so much to gain by abusing my love-"
She went on, and her own eyes widened as she spoke...
As the truth, the all too obvious, painful truth began to settle over both of them.
Emilia met his eyes, stunned and blown away. He twitched. "I wonder...I wonder, Maou... How you really feel about me...?"
His heart was hammering, murderous, molten passion and affection for her lining his every vein...
It was clear to both of them. She was basically accusing him of loving her back.
"S-So selfless..."
His eyes were still locked on hers.
Emilia repeated her question from the other night, dazed and confused, very lightheaded. A fierce red blush tinted her cheeks. "Do you want me to love you...?"
He snarled, as if to deny it, but couldn't find the words. He wanted to deny it, but simply couldn't find the lies. Instead, against his will, he found himself almost nodding.
"Are you... Are you glad that I love you...?" Emilia's voice was so tender and heartfelt that it almost shattered him completely.
"I am..." He whispered back, dizzied. This admission seemed to rock him to his very core. "Yes..."
She was mute, simply struck mute, staring, red faced and flushed, up into his eyes. Her fingers reached up, trembling, to cover her mouth.
A moment of excruciating silence, as they both just watched each other; all too aware of the tortuous reality that Hero and Demon King were in love with each other.
The surety of this knowledge, the simple reality that they loved each other was overwhelming, it felt like it shook the very earth itself beneath their feet.
"I'm... I'm also glad to have a new sex slave-" Maou hissed, in a desperate attempt to break the tension, the crippling sexual chemistry of the mood, which was heavy, like wool being pulled over their eyes.
Emilia squeaked something, flushed bright red; seeming to also snap out of a mystified trance, suddenly mortified. "You've had others-?!"
Ex-V: Did you like it? Did you enjoy yourself?
I hope so!
Hope to see you in the next chapter 3
