Sorry for the long break guys! Oh and sorry for the confusion in chapter 4 about where the night ends and the next morning begins. I thought I edited it properly, but I guess it didn't go through, so that was my fault D:

I changed the rating, so that means the characters may or may not get frisky.

I also apologize for how short the last chapter was :o

Hopefully I'll make it up to you guys with this chapter!

RECAP! Emi and Maou spent the night together *eyebrow wiggle* but will their relationship survive the next chapter? Lucifer and Suzuno are looking for more information about a certain shadow-like general Malacoda (dun dun duuuunn!), haven't heard from Chiho in a while, aannd Ashiya is out shopping. Now onto the story!

The energy ball formed in the skeletal hands of the cloaked figure. He watched the red haired girl cross the street with glowing eyes. She reached up and touched a bandage on her neck, looking a tad bit flushed. Aiming the attack, he dramatically launched the ball of shocks and plasma down towards the street. Once more, she rubbed her neck, as if she wanted the mark to disappear. No one noticed the small ball or the shadowy figure until it was too late. The energy ball touched the ground and for a millisecond, the world was still. A bright flash of light shot through the sky, neighboring towns were able to see the eruption. People screamed, not like it would help. Chaos was formed in an instant. A large crater was where a crosswalk should be, chunks of surrounding buildings crumbled to the ground, smashing into the concrete and destroying cars that parked along the street. People were strewn about, some awake and trying to scramble away, others unmoving. The doctors would have to tell if they were dead or simply unconscious. Inside the crater was a girl with fiery red hair and yellow tank top. Her body lay still in the dirt. The fact that her body wasn't disintegrated was proof enough that she had angel's blood inside her.

Chuckling darkly, the cloaked figure descended upon the rubble of what used to be a peaceful city. The dirt and glass crunched under his footsteps as he walked to the gaping hole in the ground. He jumped down to get to the bottom where the hero girl was lying in a crumpled heap.

"I've waited for this day, Emilia the Hero," a deep voice bellowed, "You aren't even going to greet me? How rude of you," he maniacally laughed. Kicking her limp body, she rolled so her back was on the ground, her hair hanging messily in her face, "A Hero would never let her guard down!" he yelled at her as if he was expecting a reply, "I'm disappointed that this was not even close to being a fight. I wanted a challenge," the demon turned from her and began to pace, murmuring nonsense to himself. At that moment the Hero stirred, her chest barely moving up and down, her lungs struggling to get air. She felt as though she was ripped apart and each part was run over by a train several times before being shoved back together. Struggling to sit up and reach her sacred sword, Emi was hit with a wave of pain. Feeling the weight of her body go against her, she succumbed to the harsh reality of her situation and let herself be pulled into unconsciousness.

Meanwhile

Maou stood at his post politely taking orders from customers. He had a special kind of smile on his face, to some it would seem like he got a good night's rest, but to those you could read between the lines, they knew he had a lot more than just a full eight hours of sleep,

"Hello sir, welcome to-" he was cut off by a bright light bathing the entire restaurant in a white sheet. When it faded, Maou blinked a couple times but was seeing spots from being temporarily blinded. Racing around the counter past the dazed customers, Maou felt his magic slowly return to him as the emotions of fear and chaos swirled in the air. He froze when he got outside; a large plume of smoke rose into the air and a dark figure descended into it,

"Malacoda," Maou muttered, thinking for a couple seconds his eyes widened at the sudden realization, "Emi!" he yelled before taking off in the direction of the explosion.

Pushing his way through clusters of people, Maou felt himself growing even stronger from all the pain and fear radiating from the sea of terrified citizens. Reaching a deserted part of town close to the pillowing smoke Maou let himself fully transform into his demon self. Towering over the straggling, screaming citizens, he ran full speed into the smoke expecting a battle. He ended up sliding into a deep crater in the center of the street. Landing athletically, he flicked his head up and his black hair swung with it. Lifting his hands, he placed a protective magic barrier around the surrounding area, to conceal any magical battle that could erupt. A blue glow emanated from the newly formed dome around them. With the civilians safe from any further harm, Maou waved a large hand; the dust and smoke immediately cleared.

Malacoda was kneeling over the unconscious girl; he ran a bony finger up the side of her leg, stopping at the hem of her skirt. He chuckled to himself and pushed the skirt up, unaware of the dust clearing or who was witnessing this. Maou clenched his fists and walked up to the pervert in front of him. Still distracted by the defenseless hero the demon general had no clue what was coming his way. Before he could caress her now exposed thigh, a fist smashed into the side of his head. Flying twenty feet with a thud into a street lamp, he rubbed his head and tried to stand up.

"My lord!" the general shakily cried, immediately kneeling, "I did not know you were alive! I captured the hero for you," Maou ignored the demon and walked over to Emi, pulling her skirt back to where it belonged he picked her up bridal style and held her close to his overly muscular body. Maou glared at Malacoda who could only stare with a dumbfounded expression, "My lord?"

"She is mine, you will not lay a single finger on her ever again," Maou stepped towards the general who struggled to stand.

"She is yours?" he processed, trying to wrap his head around what was happening, "I know she's your mortal enemy, I was leaving the final blow to you,"

"You fail to understand what I'm trying to say Malacoda," Maou took another step forward

"You don't want to deliver the final blow?" he rubbed the side of his head and leaned up against the deformed metal pole

"No,"

"I'm sorry, maybe you hot me harder than I thought," he started to chuckle, "Did you say, you, the Lord of all Demons, did NOT want to kill Emilia the Hero, your sworn enemy?"

"Nope,"

"If you don't mind me asking, my lord, are you alright?"

"Never better,"

"Then why are you not fulfilling your role and destroying the hero?"

"Here she is not the hero, here she is Emi Yusa, an innocent girl who will not be harmed," at that moment Emi started to stir in Maou's tight hold a small groan passed through her lips as she fought to regain consciousness

"You've gone soft!" Malacoda yelled pointing at the concern that flashed on the large demon's face, trying his best to contain a laugh, "You have feelings," he stifled a chuckle, "for the hero!" Malacoda fell to the ground and burst into laughter, a very raspy and creepy laughter, but it was definitely a laugh. His hood fell of revealing a man behind a skeletal mask, "oh man, the demons back home are going to get a kick out of this," Maou could only blankly stare at the general who completely changed moods

"There are demons still around?"

"Yeah, very few, but we're trying to get our numbers to grow again, we thought coming back here to get you would be the best idea, but now that I see that you are as whipped as a farmer's cow there is no way you'd come back to us," Malacoda continued to laugh

"I am not whipped," Maou growled, "Damn I forgot how annoying this guy was," he mumbled to himself, watching the masked general clenching his stomach with one hand and with the other, he removed his mask.

Emi managed to open her eyes to the scene before her, she was being held up by a large, muscular arm. She looked up at the face of her savior and was shocked to see Maou's demon self, his defined abs, weird hoof-like legs, muscles EVERYWHERE, and two horns but one was cut in half by her own doing. Emi let her eyes drift to her attacker who now had his mask removed and was somewhat confused at what was underneath. Malacoda lifted his hand to wipe a tear away from his now exposed eye, they were an unnatural blue-ish white color, and his hair… his hair was golden… and curly. It was extremely anticlimactic from what she expected. The not-so-intimidating general put his mask in his pocket and removed the skeleton gloves revealing a pair of normal, human-like hands. The only scary thing about him now was a scar running from his temple to the bottom of his chin, probably the one she gave him when they battled back in Ente Isla.

"Good morning Emi," Maou looked down at the dazed girl in his arms and frowned at a small trickle of blood that ran down the side of her face, "Are you seriously hurt?"

"No, no" she sat up and squirmed against his grip trying to get down, "I'm fine, really. I'll be even better once I take care of this asshole over here," Maou refused to release her sassy self and chuckled as she eventually gave up,

"Aw how cute," Malacoda mocked flashing a devilish grin in their direction, but it instantly disappeared when he saw Emi's face, which was a cross between 'You don't want to know the things I'm going to do to you' and 'I'm going to enjoy every minute of it'

"Look, Malacoda, I gave Lucifer the same option; you can either go back to Ente Isla or stay here and obey the rules of this world,"

"Why would I every want to stay here? There is an uprising back home, I came here to get you so you could lead the resistance and reclaim Ente Isla," he picked at his nails, "With you we'd be unstoppable, especially if the hero was gone,"

"I'm not going back," he looked down at Emi who was staring wide eyed back at him, "I'd rather stay here,"

"Hm, interesting," Malacoda pondered for a moment, "Suit yourself," he swirled his hands around and a green orb shot a few feet away, it spiraled and circled until it formed a small portal, "I'll be back in case you change your mind," shaking his head once more at the failure of a demon lord, he walked through the portal.

The two lovers watched as the portal closed, Maou looked back down at Emi, "Are you fine to stand on your own?" she nodded in reply. Gently setting her down, Maou took a deep breath in and started to repair parts of the city, with his last bit of magic, he filled in the giant crater and did his best to erase the fearful citizen's memories. It was like déjà vu. It was already about midnight and he had no intention of going back to work to try and explain what happened. Smiling at his work, he felt himself return to normal, human, size and was a bit disappointed until he felt arms hug him from behind, pulling him close.

"Maou," Emi breathed into his exposed back, causing a slight shiver to run down his spine. Her arms tightened their grip around his waist, but he pulled himself free and turned to face her. Tears ran down her cheeks, a bit of dried blood still stuck to the side of her head, and her clothes were scorched. But still, Maou found her beautiful. He wiped away the tears from her eyes and pulled her into a loving embrace. Emi lost any composure she had left and started to uncontrollably sob into his chest, letting herself go limp. Maou held her until she had fallen asleep, whispering sweet nothingness to her. He carried her back to her apartment and tucked her into bed. As he was about to walk out of the room, and head home a soft voice called out to him, "Please don't go," for some reason he felt himself slightly swell with pride and he crawled into bed with her.

She looked up at him with eyes made of pure love and kissed him. Taken a bit by surprise, Maou soon sank into the kiss and began to kiss her back. He rubbed his hand up and down her back, but feeling her wince at the touch he stopped himself and regretfully pulled himself away from the kiss

"There will be plenty of time for that later," he winked, "but right now you're hurt and need to rest," blushing at his boldness, Emi nodded and snuggled herself into his chest. He protectively wrapped an arm around her and was shocked at how fast she seemed to go back to sleep, "It is crazy how much I love you, Emilia Yusa," Maou whispered, gently stroking her soft, red hair. He looked at a bandage still on her neck and carefully removed it, he laughed at the bite marks he left on her neck the night before and kissed her forehead. Soon, he too succumbed to his sleepiness and drifted away, still tightly holding onto his lovely Emi.

Sorry for the anti-climaticness, but hey, he's going to return! Soon. (Muahahaha) anywho, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed, if you have any suggestions, please leave it in the reviews or send me a message, I really appreciate all the feedback from you guys! Keep being awesome! I already have ideas for the next two chapters, so stay tuned!