Amari felt dizzy for the first time in possibly years of his life.
With his new demonic physique, was that even possible? Amari discovered that answer when he stumbled into Fuller atop the Teleportation Platform.
It was a wholly new experience for him, that was for sure.
For the others, it was likely not a new experience, but still a traumatising one. This was once again confirmed when he heard the retching sounds made by the other demons. Even Belat threw up!
The only one who was still standing calmly was Fuller. He pulled Amari out of the way and let them vomit to their content.
"I'm surprised," The demon said.
Amari glared at him as he swayed to the side. "What's so surprising?"
By now the others had finished spilling their guts over the teleportation platforms and Fuller had to go pull them away so they wouldn't interrupt the flowing traffic.
His hands grazed a small drop of vomit causing a wide grimace to spread across his face. The demon looked around and finally settled on Ken's small body and rubbed the green drop against the boy's black uniform.
Amari's eyes widened as he saw the boy twisting around, looking for the hand that had just touched him. Oddly enough, Ken was the fastest to recover amongst the Ifrits.
"You could stand straight less than a minute after experiencing the teleportation." Fuller finally answered his question, gesturing to the still-swaying demons. "That and the fact that you weren't the only one that threw their breakfast all over the floor."
Amari wiped the slight cold sweat forming on his head. "Well, I didn't like it,"
"You didn't like it? So you would have wanted to spill your breakfast?" Fuller asked like he had heard the dumbest thing in the world.
"What? No!" Amari exclaimed quickly exclaimed, "I meant that I haven't felt like this in a while. Dizzy… or whatever you want to call it. My physique has always been better than others."
Silence ensued and in that time, the others had regained their bearings, Belat included.
After a while, Fuller grinned smugly. "Well, if that's all, then you're in for a big reality check."
They didn't bet on it, but Amari had no reason to. He was in a new world with magic, demons, and all sorts of other stuff. There was no way that he had seen everything yet.
"Come on, let's go," Fuller said finally, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Where to? The school or…" Amari started, bringing his nails to his teeth and trimming them religiously.
The Ifrit ignored the oddity and answered, face expressionless. "I wouldn't dare take you there yet. We must first head to the Ansert house. Just me and you."
Then he turned to the others.
"You guys should head back to school to turn in the mission. The both of us have something to do."
They nodded without much complaint and turned away from him and Fuller.
After a while, Amari looked down at Belat and nudged the pup in their direction.
"Go with them."
"Huh," Belat tilted his head.
"You heard me. Go with them. Go be my eyes on the inside." Amari joked a little, pushing the pup with his foot.
Belat rolled his eyes.
"You're so childish. Are you really the big brother?"
"Hey now, don't make me kick you, little boy!"
Belat stuck out a tongue and followed after Lilia and the rest expectantly. As soon as they were out of sight, Amari turned towards Fuller.
"Now that they're all gone, what is it that you need to say?" he whispered.
Fuller looked around once more, then walked forward, gesturing Amari to follow along with him.
The roads leading out of the teleportation room were a lot busier than he expected. Several stalls were set up by the side and the various traders butted heads as they tried to market their products to any willing customer.
It was a little disorienting being in such a large crowd for the first time in years, but Amari also missed the feeling.
"Well," Fuller started, dodging a man selling 'miracle training medicine', "The first thing you need to know is that Lilia is the direct heir to the Ifrit line. I don't like to explain myself twice, so let me just spell out what that means. It means that in a few hundred years at the very least, she will be the leader of tens of thousands of Ifrits; a very influential species of Demons."
He said that matter of factly. Like it was something he was naturally supposed to know.
Amari held back the sudden urge to scream in the middle of the street. He was… teasing a future demon leader?
But he didn't.
"Go on," he coughed into his sleeves calmly.
Fuller eyed him for a good minute before he continued talking.
"Well. What I'm trying to say here is that I definitely can't offer you the job of protecting their daughter. Her parents themselves would have to approve of you. And let me just say that, we'll need quite a lot before we can make that happen."
"Do you understand?"
Amari nodded slowly, skipping over a beggar's hand.
They were no longer in a bustling market square and had now entered a more secluded area. The buildings were more of large stable stalls blocked off by high doors. Amari peeked curiously into one of the stalls and saw a large green horse munching on hay.
He had a much clearer idea about what this place was.
"So what are we gonna do?" he asked Fuller as they crossed through the VIP gate past a long queue.
The other demon shrugged. "Are you a Higher Demon Beast?"
Amari shook his head, "No?"
"Welp," Fuller sighed, "we're going to need a very convincing argument before we can take this conversation anywhere. Come on, our rides are here."
The so-called rides were large domesticated eagles with monstrous wingspans reaching at least 15 feet.
'Isn't the world record like twelve feet?' Amari wondered.
"Get on,"
Fuller jumped onto the bird on the right and clasped the saddle easily. He looked like an ant on the bird.
Amari, on the other hand, eyed the bird warily. And too much of his annoyance, the bird did the same.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked in Demon beast language.
Both birds turned to the other and screeched excitedly.
"You talk like us, demon."
"Where did you learn it?"
Amari felt a lot more comfortable knowing that they weren't brain-dead birds domesticated from birth.
He showed off an unnoticeable bite mark on his arm. "I was raised by wolves."
"He speaks the truth."
"The truth!"
A short conversation later. They were in the sky!
The breeze whipped through his white hair, sending it flying into his eyes. Amari didn't try to remove it, he froze on top of the Ryclef, allowing hairs to enter his eyes and block his vision.
'We're in the goddamn sky!'
In his previous life, he had never even taken a plane anywhere, yet here he was, riding on top two magnificent birds, the air lashing out against his body and the cold leaving him play.