Greatest Demonhood
A.N.- Blah, blah, blah I've got nothing to say...
Chapter 3: Meeting the Dean
A silent procession marched its way through the hallway to the dean's office, silent only at Raspberyl's Father's furious command.
I wonder what could have happened to the old man... I heard he fought the Super Hero about 200 years ago, but I have no idea how that turned out... Although I am quite certain that there's no way for him to lose to anyone but those who know his weakness... AND are very, very strong... hmmm... THAT is a very short list... being just me, Champloo, and I think his son knows too- and there's NO WAY either of them could possibly be strong enough to kill him, even on his worst day!
But... I don't think he was on such good terms with his son... what if... what if his son spilled the beans about his weakness to someone strong- the Super Hero, probably- and that person... killed him... hmmm... suddenly I'm not so sure about his near-invincibility...
"We're here..." Mr. Champloo said, breaking Raspberyl's Father's concentration.
Completely lost in his own world, with barely enough attention being paid to the real world to follow Mr. Champloo; Raspberyl's Father didn't notice the massive wrought-iron double-doors in front of him until Mr. Champloo pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Umm" *clears throat* "right, that's what I figured by these massive doors being here." Raspberyl's Father managed to come up with on the spot.
"Too busy consulting the recipe to notice your pizza was burning?" Mr. Champloo laughed.
"Oh, I don't think it's quite burnt yet- it can still be saved by an attentive-enough chef, clearly not being me- I was never a good pizza chef, I was more of a... fry cook, myself." Raspberyl's Father managed to come up with on the spot, and the whole of the crowd behind him burst into laughter, reminding him that they were still there.
Riiiight, I'm still popular for some un-godly reason... hmmm... I don't have quite enough gasoline for all of them with me... oh, whatever; I guess I'll just let them go for now- I've got more important business to attend to any-
"Hey, why is everyone crowded outside of the dean's office? Did something bad happen?" A concerned and quite familiar little girl's voice called from the middle of the crowd.
No way... she came to see me? Unlikely... she probably came to get help from the Overlord in shooing me off.
Raspberyl and her 2 lackeys managed to squeeze through the mob, only to be greeted with the sight of the dreaded father from whom they were trying to get away from once they got to the front.
"Oh how nice, my own daughter came to see my meeting with the dean; isn't that sweet?" Raspberyl's Father said in the mushiest voice he could manage, again the crowd laughed as Raspberyl tried desperately to pierce the wall of assorted teachers and students in front of her, and despite her small size, she couldn't budge them an inch or maneuver through them, they all seemed hell-bent on keeping her there, thinking that it's what the great demon would want.
Sensing danger, immediately Kyoko and Asuka sprang to defend Raspberyl. As quickly as they could possibly do it, they leaped between Raspberyl and her father and readied themselves for a fight, which overall took no more than 2 seconds but during that time Raspberyl's Father could've killed them 500 times over if he chose to- he didn't.
"Oh it's you two again, I don't quite think I've caught your names last time we met..." Raspberyl's Father said in a friendly tone, which in his deep, dark voice still sounded like he was about to murder them- again, he didn't. Neither Kyoko or Asuka said anything, they were either too scared to think straight or too mad, either way, still no one dared to make a move.
"Fair enough, anyways you both look like kids holding butterknifes the way you try to threaten me, you should just chill- care for a cigarette? It helps ease he stress and such."
"Smoking is an honor student activity! No way!" Asuka denied most resolutely.
"Fine, fine, no insult intended." Raspberyl's Father said as he lit himself another cigarette, took a few puffs, then shoved it in the eye of the nearest teacher, that being Mr. Lee. Once Mr. Lee was done screaming in pain and once Kyoko kindly offered to escort him to the nurse's office, which he accepted, Raspberyl's Father continued "I suppose I'm wasting my time here, I have a most important meeting to attend to- Ciao!" Raspberyl's Father said as he seemed to disappear into a cloud of smoke from nowhere, which was all his own doing from a smoke bomb in one of his many pockets.
"Ah, just as... imposing as I remember, so I'm sure he can't doing be toobadly" Raspberyl's Father said as he walked onto the palm of the massive overlord.
The overlord roared deeply and painfully as Raspberyl's Father started to pick at his charred-black skin with his sword, very quickly waking him up into a frenzy.
"Oh wonderful, you're awake; remember me, old friend?" Raspberyl's Father said happily just after he wisely leaped from the overlord's hand to his shoulder, as the Overlord's first instinct was to crush whoever was interrupting his sleep by clenching his fist.
"AHHHH YES, HOW... ARE YOU..?" The Overlord boomed in a much calmer tone, nearly deafening Raspberyl's Father being so close to his face.
"Wow, something is seriously wrong, huh? For so demonic an overlord to be so... kind; what happened? How in the Dark Prince's name did it come to this?" Raspberyl's Father asked seriously, his normal aloof behavior was put aside.
"OHHHHHHHHHH, IT WAS ABOUT 200 YEARS AGO; WHEN THE SUPER HERO CAME TO SLAY ME..." Mao's Father began to recall.
"Don't tell me he beat you?"
"HE DID..."
"How? Even in this... near-death state you could kill him in your sleep! Literally! You almost got me, too!"
"I THINK MAO TOLD HIM MY WEAKNESS, I THINK MAO WAS MAD SINCE I ACCIDENTALLY STEPPED ON HIS GAMES AGAIN..."
"No way! Like the one he put over a million hours into? Daaaaaaamn, I'd be pretty pissed for that, too!" Raspberyl's Father decided to cut in, to lighten the mood.
"I SEE YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED MUCH SINCE YOU LEFT, HOW HAVE YOUR TRAVELS BEEN GOING?"
"That's... not so important now- we're talking about YOU! So, even if the Super Hero DID know your weakness, there's NO WAY he could've matched you! What happened? Did he poison you or something?"
"NO, I HELD MYSELF BACK... TO PROTECT MAO... HE WAS WATCHING THE FIGHT... TOO CLOSE FOR ME TO USE THE CENTURY KILLER..."
"I'd prefer if you called it the 'Uber-Omega-Fire-Bomb-Strike' skill, since that's what WE named it when WE invented it."
"I REMEMBER... BUT POPULAR RUMORS SEEM TO CALL IT THE CENTURY KILLER, AND TO BE HONEST, I PREFER CENTURY KILLER OVER... THAT, IT'S MUCH EASIER TO REMEMBER..."
"How about just the 'Overlord's Fire Palm'? Whatever, it doesn't matter anyways..."
"CAN YOU STILL DO IT?"
"You think I'm so old that I can't do it anymore? Of course I still can, but relatively speaking, mine is still like lighting a match next to a bonfire compared to yours-"
"OH, DON'T SELL YOURSELF SO SHORT; WE BOTH KNOW THAT YOU WERE THE STRONGER-"
"Maybe, I'm not as convinced of that as you seem to be; you're still the Overlord, I, on the other hand, am nothing."
"OH YOU CERTAINLY ARE THE STRONGER OF US, PHYSICALLY, AT LEAST; BUT YOU NEVER REALLY HAD A WAY OF PEOPLE-"
"ENOUGH! That's enough about me, I didn't come all the way back to talk about me, I came to talk about you."
"I KNOW YOU'RE LYING, YOU ARE, AFTER ALL, A DEMON AMONG DEMONS..."
"Whatever, maybe I just came because... uh... someone broke Zetta's castle in a totally unforseen accident involving a tank with my name on it- clearly not at all my fault- and he is... more than a little mad- the details are unimportant; but please, I settle debts when I can, and I owe it to you to... provide a service for... temporary lodgings, so to speak; what do you need, oh mighty overlord of overlords?"
"YOU CERTAINLY ARE AN ODD ONE, AND SOMEHOW I BELIEVE YOUR UNFORTUNATE FALLING OUT WITH ZETTA IS HARDLY A COINCIDENCE; BUT VERY WELL... AS YOU CAN PLAINLY SEE, I AM... QUITE DEAD, BUT I CANNOT LEAVE UNLESS I KNOW MY SON IS FOLLOWING THE RIGHT PATH TO BECOMING OVERLORD- OR AT LEAST SOMEONE IS- CAN I ENTRUST YOU TO... PROVIDE ORDER UNTIL A NEW OVERLORD CAN REPLACE ME?"
"Nooooo problem; if I lay down some rules on your behalf, no one in the entire academy would dare cross me if they value their existence. I will stay here until there's another overlord."
"THANK YOU, NOW PLEASE, I NEED SOME REST..."
"Ordinarily that would be a sign that I should stay much longer and be a total burden on my host, who wouldn't dare throw out an old friend to the dark whims of an angered Overlord who is much stronger than he; but in light of my new task, I fear I have many people to... deter from revolution and overall anarchy- excuse me."
Raspberyl's Father quickly jumped down from the Overlord's shoulder onto his hand, then again straight out the massive doors back to the hallway.
Soooooo... I guess I should get started... hmmm how am I supposed to do this..?
"HEY! Who are you and why are you here?" A voice called from behind Raspberyl's Father. Ignoring his time-practiced reflex to tear the throat off of whomever would dare address him in such a manner, Raspberyl's Father turned around very calmly and was greeted with the sight of Mao, whom he had already met many years ago, and a frightened looking human boy, whom he had never seen before.
"Ah, if it isn't the academy's number one honor student- Mao, and evidently... a human slave? Don't see too many of them around here..." Raspberyl's Father greeted warmly.
"Ah, it's you! Raspberyl's Father, and if I'm not mistaken, the same man who 'accidentally' threw my first game system into a pot of boiling soup that my father's old chef made for my lunch that day... yes, quite impressive, in retrospect."
"Thanks, always nice to meet an old victim that is still alive- of the few- and what's your name? Or am I going too fast for you?" Raspberyl's Father directed his attention to Almaz.
"Uhhh I'm Almaz, and I'm not as stupid as you may think."
"But you're a slave, and slaves are naturally supposed to be uneducated, or else they may think they have 'normal human rights' or something like that, it was an idea I picked up on a few hundred years ago in the human world- makes sense to me, though."
"Well that's a little... dated..."
"Whatever, I think your slave is very disrespectful- you should beat him later for such disrespect to his betters."
"Oh, that's just a side-effect of him gradually turning into a demon, I'm sure it'll wear off soon." Mao said modestly.
"Irreversable and probably forced transformation into a demon? Impressive, VERY honor student- just as expected from the son of the overlord- aren't you just a perfect daddy's little boy?" Raspberyl's Father said in an identical mushy voice that he used on Raspberyl to taunt Mao, just because he wanted to see if Mao was actually going to attack him.
"I AM NOT A DADDY'S BOY! As a matter of fact, I'm here to kill him and become the new overlord!" Mao announced.
"Revolution, huh? How... cliche-"
Wait... don't I have a job or something to stop this..? Oh, whatever- I think I've done a good job so far... I mean, considering this is a DEMON school and I've been charged with keeping them safe- that's a hard job! I need a vacation... all this stress is killing me... Or not... but I still need a vacation...
"-Well good luck with that, I'm taking a break- no, I'm gonna take the rest of the day off and begin my vacation by going home and getting drunk for the next week- I'm sure you guys can sort out any problems you have on your own." Rapsberyl's Father said in happy anticipation as he sprinted down the hallway as fast as he possibly could.
"Again a very impressive display of demonic priorities! He may be a dangerous foe when I become overlord... Maybe I should hire an assassin to dispose of him, I certainly won't place myself in such danger." Mao said, awestruck at Raspberyl's Father's sheer ability to show off his speed.
"I wonder what job he has here..." Almaz wondered out loud.
"You shouldn't think so much, slave, you heard him- we don't want you to learn." Mao laughed.