Greg sighed and placed his palm on his face, his fingers finding the edge of the bandage that covered the wound Azazel had inflicted upon him.
The man took a deep breath. He knew he had messed up by fighting Azazel, but he really wanted that weapon.
Luke pushed his glasses up his nose and leaned forward. He folded his hands together on the table, staring at the blonde demon seated across from him.
"I figured you would have gone back to the rift by now," Azazel said, breaking the heavy silence in the room.
Greg put his hand down and turned his head to look at Azazel. "No. I don't want to go back."
"You don't?" Azazel asked with a confused tone. He had assumed that Greg would end up going back as soon as he had the chance.
"Of course not!" Greg started with a look of frustration. "I vaguely explained it before. I was banished to that damn rift. I've spent ages trying to get back to my original world."
"Is this your original world, Greg?" Luke looked curiously at the demon sitting across from him.
"Nope," Greg laughed in response. "But this one is interesting. It's better than the nothingness of the void."
Greg frowned and scratched the side of his head. "Want to hear my story?"
"Wait," Azazel stated. "I need to prepare."
The demon slowly shifted back into the bed. Emilia sat up and pulled the covers up over him as he lay down.
Emilia took a seat on the floor next to the bed. She crossed her legs, her head leaning back against the bed. She was ready for the story.
Luke grabbed his quill and had it ready. He was planning to take notes about the entire story. "Please."
Greg nodded. He cleared his throat.
"It was in a world far, far away. So far, in fact, I have not been able to locate it again in over 2000 years."
This guy is over 2000 years old. He sure doesn't act like it.
"I worked for an evil God, corrupted by the darkness. He sent me on a mission to kill four light warriors. He promised that if I killed these four, I would be given the ultimate armor set. This seemed like a pretty sick deal to me."
Azazel closed his eyes as he listened to the story.
"I met these warriors. I battled with my partner, Midori, a famed green chicken. The two of us battled against the four on a rather large bridge, near a thriving settlement. During this battle, I was defeated, but the four fine warriors let me go."
This may be longer than Zeus' story about Thor. It's not even as interesting.
"In the shadows, I followed the four. I watched their deeds. I slowly turned to the side of light, as these four were courageous, valiant warriors. I decided to aid them on their quest to defeat the God I had been working for."
I may fall into a trance with how long this is going.
"I got hungry one evening, so I ate Midori. It is my biggest regret in life."
Did he really eat his trusted battle chicken? Somehow I don't sense any lies in this story.
"The ghost of Midori haunted me. She followed me as I approached the adventurers in the realm of the gods."
Serves you right.
"While in the realm, I attacked God. He was not pleased, so he cast the spell and banished me to the rift. I spent what felt like an eternity traveling the rift, and I slowly became twisted as I looked for my original world."
Sigh.
"I found portals to many worlds. In these worlds, I discovered powerful weapons, which slowly gave me a new purpose. I wanted to acquire the most powerful weapon from each world. Eventually, I sensed the Mjolnir. It was this weapon that saved me from my corruption by getting my ass kicked by you."
Greg pointed dramatically at Azazel.
"Are you done?" Azazel asked.
"Yes," Greg said as he put down his hand.
Luke stood up from his seat. The scholar clapped dramatically. He had been moved to tears by the story the rift man had told. Somehow.
"Your plight is most inspiring," Luke stated as he wiped away a tear.
"Thank you," Greg mumbled while looking toward Emma. "The girl doesn't seem to think so."
Azazel laughed when he glanced down from the side of the bed. He saw Emma asleep and could hear faint snores.
"To be fair, I'd be asleep if I were human," Azazel stated, amused by the half-demon girl having fallen asleep at some point during the story.
Greg clenched his fist and hit his leg, wincing after doing so as he was still recovering from his injuries. He placed a hand over his face. His fingers trailed across the fabric of the bandage, covering the wound to his eye.
The rift man began to softly laugh. He realized he could have been worse off. It seemed to be a trend in his life up to his current point.
Azazel wondered why Greg had bothered to tell his backstory.
All of this because he's an idiot who wanted more power.
Azazel looked over to Greg, who was still laughing under his breath.
He's also an insane idiot. A weirdo as well. I seem to be good at attracting weirdos.
The blonde-haired man glanced over with an uncovered eye at Emma as she slept on the floor. An idea popped into his head. He figured the bed was big enough that he could get away with a quick romp.
Azazel seemed pretty helpless in his mind. He did just wake up from a long trance coma, so he figured he could get away with a different kind of torment. A torment that would hit closer to home than a few physical injuries that would heal over time.
Greg let out one last chuckle before standing up. He slowly walked over to the bed and stood by Emma, who was still asleep on the floor. He looked down at Azazel, tilting his head back to look down his nose at the demon. He placed his hands on his hips and mischievously grinned.
Azazel shifted into a sitting position on the bed and looked back up at him. He couldn't decide if he disliked Greg or Lucifer more. He thought about it and decided he disliked Greg more, as he was the bigger idiot.
What is he doing now?
"The girl," Greg simply said as he looked from Azazel down to her.
"The girl?" Azazel asked with a raised brow.
He better not be having strange thoughts.
"She's pretty," Greg smirked as he looked back toward Azazel.
This bastard better stop right there.
Azazel silently glared at Greg as he watched him. His next move would determine if the demon would go ahead and allow the rift man to eternally rest in the pits of hell. He was watching him closely to see if he would go too far.
I am already quite aware, as a demon, of what he has in mind.
Luke paused to glance over at the three of them. The scene only spurred his wrist to flick faster across the paper, as he may have been witnessing another scuffle in real time. He didn't dare interfere, not that there was anything he could do in a fight against two demons.
Greg swiftly grabbed Emma by the waist and flung her onto her back at the end of the bed. He positioned himself over her. His hand moved to her head to tilt her head to the side. His mouth opened to reveal his fangs, which he positioned against her neck.
Emma's eyes suddenly opened when she felt the unfamiliar sensation above her. She could tell it wasn't Azazel, so it startled her awake. She frowned and thought about casting a spell to castrate him, but Azazel acted before she could.
Before Greg could sink his fangs into her skin, Azazel quickly rose from his seated position. His eyes glowed a deep, scarlet red as he dug his hand into the back of Greg's head. His fingers clutched at his hair. With one swift motion, he flung the blonde off the bed and onto the floor.
Greg rolled a few times on the floor before his body gave out. He, like Azazel, was also injured, so there was not much he could do in the situation.
He rolled onto his stomach. The uninjured side of his face pressed against the planks of the wood floor as his uncovered eye closed. The injuries along with the sudden fling, had put him into a trance of his own.
Luke gasped and ran out of the room. He planned to find his Lord and Savior, Lucifer, to tell him what had transpired.
Damn idiots.
Azazel winced. The movement was a bit too much for him. He clutched his abdomen and leaned forward. He felt he may have reopened one of his wounds.
Emma grabbed Azazel's hand, tugging on it lightly with her own to urge him to get back into bed. He nodded at her and crawled back under the covers.
She took a position under the covers beside him. She turned and rolled over to look at him, a small frown playing on her lips. "You could have gotten hurt."
Azazel sighed. He was being scolded for his actions, but he couldn't control it in the moment. When he saw Greg act, anger washed over him.
"Yes," Azazel nodded subtly. "But I am fine."
He knew those words wouldn't fix the issue, as he could still sense her frowning.
Azazrl wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, their bodies pressing together under the sheets. As he did, he saw her expression soften and her cheeks flush pink, which made him feel the action he took was successful.
"I wonder," Azazel grinned as he ran his fingers across her spine. "I suppose Lucifer will be here any minute now."
Emma buried her face against his chest and ensured she didn't bump into the wounds covered by the bandages. She closed her eyes and relaxed her body as he held her.
Of course, it didn't take long for Azazel to hear footsteps approaching.
"The hell is this shit?" Lucifer scowled as he looked down at Greg.
"Do we have a dungeon?" Azazel chimed in as he glanced over at Lucifer.
"Sure do," Lucifer responded as he frowned down at Greg.
Lucifer was fed up with this Greg guy. He thought about killing him instead, but figured they could find some kind of menial task to put him to work.
Without exerting any sort of effort, Lucifer lifted the man off the floor. He marched out of the room with the man in his arms.
Serves him right. Hopefully, Lucifer will adequately torture him.
As Greg fell into a trance in Lucifer's arms, he thought about every mistake he had ever made up to that point, including the new one with Emma.
He made too many mistakes to count, which he silently vowed to make up for.
But that would have to wait until another time, as his body was spent, and he would end up locked in a daft dungeon.