A large party trekked back to Britannica after revisiting the small cat people village. With the Elder's blessing, Felix and Oliver traveled to the kingdom to work and live. An alliance had been formed between the cat people and Britannica. If one were in trouble, the people of the other would come to their aid. It was a wonderful deal which would prove mutually beneficial. Since both were close in proximity, if would be simple to alert one another to trouble.
Of course, the witch Celine also joined. Azazel had rejected the idea of the woman following him, but he knew it was impossible to keep her away as he had injected him venom in her, which made her unrelenting in the desire to follow him. She did offer to open up a potion shop, putting her alchemist skills to use, so at least she would have some actual purpose.
Upon their return, they were greeted by the undead orcs and Natasha, who were busy building housing. It was surprising how quickly they had managed to complete the buildings - there were already several living quarters and some private cabins built. If they kept up the pace of their work, it wouldn't be long before their kingdom would be a full-fledged settlement.
Natasha hurried down the dirt road when she spotted the group return. She was excited to see Azazel again, but it quickly waned when she spot a new demon come with him. Natasha stood there for the longest time with a frown spread across her face. She looked Celine up and down, mentally comparing herself to the wannabe magical girl.
When Celine noticed Natasha's gaze, she scoot herself next to Azazel and intertwined her arm with his. Visibly angry, Natasha went to the other side of him and did the same with that arm.
"This is my Azzy," Natasha made a raspberry in the girl's direction.
"I beg to differ," Celine said in response, pretending to cast a spell.
The two girls continued to bicker and pull Azazel in opposite directions, like he was some sort of object for the taking. As they stood out there verbally abusing one another, Emma stepped out from the cottage. She immediately caught sight of the new demon girl. She stormed up to Azazel, looked him straight in the eye, then slapped him in the face. Both demon girls paused and stared as Emma stormed back into the cottage.
I expected nothing less...
Azazel pushed the two girls to the side. "Please. I am neither of yours. Natasha, show Celine to a cabin where she may set up shop."
Natasha grabbed Celine by a horn and dragged her off. Hopefully, it would keep them both busy for awhile.
He let out a long sigh as he looked around at the progress. He didn't know how he was even going to approach Emma or explain himself now that he got a hearty slap to the face. Perhaps she would never forgive him? It was something he thought about as he took a seat by the lake.
Azazel could feel someone sit beside him. He looked over to see Emilia grinning at him. "Oh, dear boy, look what you have done."
"What exactly have I done?" He asked her. She surely couldn't have heard the story already.
"Why, you already made another girl become a slave of yours," she mused as she stared at him. "I hope you understand the implications of what you've done."
Azazel shrugged. "What does it even matter if I tend to ignore them?"
"Because, darling, disciples become completely infatuated with the demon whom bit them," she hummed as she spoke, as if it were a giant joke. "Why do you think I keep my beautiful fangs to myself?"
Emilia placed her hand on Azazel's. She held it up and sniffed it, then without warning she thrust her fangs into his skin. He tried to pull his hand away, but the demon would not let go. He tried to flail his arm around, to kind of thrash his hand out of her mouth, but she sucked up a good amount of his blood before letting go.
Once she did let go and witnessed Azazel clutching his hand, holding onto the bleeding bite marks, she let out a laugh, absolutely amused by her own antics. Since she bit a full demon, there was no chance of him becoming intoxicated by her charms, thankfully, but it was besides the point. This was her first time biting a demon. She would do it again!
"What exactly was that for?" Azazel asked her, looking utterly annoyed. Everyone is really becoming too much.
"It's your punishment for being an idiot. Everytime you're bad, I'll bite you in a different spot," she responded. "Now that your punishment had been carried out, in the court of Emilia, go apologize to my dear girl."
"I highly doubt she wants anything to do with me from her reaction."
"Hm, I guess you aren't a real man at all," Emilia sighed as she left.
"Fine. Whatever. I will apologize to her later, but I should give her time alone right now... " He muttered to himself as the long-lived demon left.
Azazel stood up and made a couple of laps around the area. When be got to the center of the town, he noticed an outline. A very long outline made with white paint. He walked around it several times before he noticed.
A pentagram.
That damn Hell Scholar had drawn a pentagram in the middle of Britannica. Are we going to summon hell spawn here now?
It was one if the most terrible decisions he had ever seen made. Like people would enjoy visiting a village with a pentagram as it's tourist attraction.
Come one, come all, to Britannica's demon summoning festival!
Azazel noticed a sign in front of one of the cabins. "Hell Scholar." It looked like Luke and Rose had already made themselves at home.
He opened the door and barged in to see Luke going through some sort of manuscript.
"Why did you decided to place that gigantic pentagram outside?"
Luke looked up from what he was reading and pushed up his glasses. He gave the demon a quick nod. "I have been going over some work of an old researcher. I needed a very large pentagram to test his theory about summoning hell spawn."
I was right. He is going to try to summon hell spawn. I thought it was a joke.
"And when are you planning to carry this out?" Azazel was rather intrigued. He was a bit curious as to what could be summoned from such a realm. If it were something Luke was serious about trying, he definitely wanted a front-row ticket to the event.
"Soon. Please leave so I can finish this, " Luke responded as he point to the manuscript.
Azazel walked out of the building. He could hear faint noises coming from the barn, so he went inside. To his shock, he found Natasha inside with her backed turn. It looked like a chicken was in her lap. He figured she must be up to no good if she didn't acknowledge his presence.
He stepped forward. It was then he noticed something off. He stood behind the girl and peered over.
She is sucking the chicken's blood...
Azazel face palmed himself.
The chicken was quite dead. It didn't even turn into zombie. He realized that must have been a power reserved for those born a demon.
"Natasha, why did you drain one of Granny's chickens?"
The girl jumped in her spot. She turned around with the dead chicken in her arms. She had chicken blood running down her chin. The chicken was completely limp in her arm. The poor thing probably have the struggle of its life to get free. "Chicken is tasty. I wanted to see if chicken blood was tasty."
I miss chicken nuggets.
Azazel rolled his eyes and poked the dead chicken. "Fine. It may be dry, but pluck the chicken and take it to Granny to cook. Best not to waste meat."
Natasha nodded, knowing she should have found a random critter instead. The girl sat down in the barn floor, and began to pluck the chicken while mumbling obscenities to herself. She haphazardly threw feathers into a pile, pouting over her master putting her to work.
"Save the feathers to make a pillow. I will collect them and take them to the tailor later."
Azazel figured it was best to use all parts of an animal, if possible. He remembered how wasteful the modern world had become in his time. He hoped it wouldn't repeat here.
As he walked back outside, he saw Luke rush out of the Hell Scholar 2.0 building. He was waving the manuscript in the air, seemingly excited.
"Tonight! Tell everyone to meet at the Pentagram, I have finally decoded the information. We should be able to successfully draw the power of the pentagram."