Azazel retreated to the lake's edge as Blumbledore fiddled in the water. He hurriedly changed into dry clothes as he wondered why the wizard had chosen to visit the lake so early in the morning. After a while, Azazel let those thoughts go, concluding that many of the wizard's actions lacked sense.
Azazel sat down, frowning. He placed his elbow on his knee and his hand on his cheek. "Blumbledore," he said, as the wizard swam closer. "I need your help locating a hammer."
Blumbledore floated around in the shallow water. When he heard his name, he turned around. He rose up, the water reaching just above his waist, and glanced at Azazel.
"I've already heard," Blumbledore said. He moved forward to go to the shore, water dripping from his naked body.
I have never seen something that shriveled up in my life. How does he handle sixty-nine orc wives?
Blumbledore sat next to Azazel and straightened his legs in front of him. His naked form reclined there, relishing in the aroma of the refreshing breeze.
Azazel tilted his head to face the magician. He avoided looking at any other part of the wrinkled body that sat next to him. "Do you know any spells that would help Zeus find the hammer?" Azazel asked.
Blumbledore shifted his head to the side.
"Nah."
Azazel sighed.
The naked wizard scratched his inner thigh, laughing. He watched as birds flew into the sky. A faint smile appeared on Blumbledore's face.
"Do you think it is a serial theif?" Blumbledore pondered.
"I have no clues as to who is behind the hammer theft," Azazel stated in response.
Dumbledore closed his eyes. He tried to think of a way to catch them. He had previously handled thieves, but they were typically those near him who stole magical items and manuscripts. They were always simple to catch, but the hammer thief appeared elusive.
Azazel turned to face Blumbledore, who was absorbed in thought. By mistake, he looked down and saw the wizard's manly assets.
"Are you going to put your robe back on?" Azazel asked as he glanced back toward the lake to erase the scene from his mind.
Blumbledore roared with laughter that vibrated from his chest. Afterward, he turned to face Azazel and gave a nod. "I am capable of doing that. I just believed that spending time together in the nude would strengthen our bond.
Dryly, Azazel remarked, "I don't want to bond with a naked old man."
Blumbledore shook his head while muttering obscenities under his breath. He stood up and retrieved his underwear and robe. He slipped back into the clothing. After dressing, he sat back down next to Azazel.
"I may have an idea," the magician mused. "A way to catch the thief. Thieves rarely steal only once."
Azazel returned his gaze to Blumbledore, sighing with relief that the old man had come back fully dressed. "Is that so?"
He was curious about what suggestions Blumbledore could offer. He wasn't sure how to get Zeus' hammer back, so he was willing to try anything.
"So," Blumbledore began. "We set a trap. We put weaponry on display in the shop. We set up an invisible, magical crest on the floor. When the criminal approaches, we will be alerted immediately by a loud, high-pitched noise."
"And what weapon do we have worth stealing?" Azazel questioned.
"My beloved staff," Blumbledore stated as he put one finger up, shaking it slowly. "It's a beautiful, dangerous weapon, and a thief would try to take it."
Azazel nodded. His plan seemed reasonable, especially with the addition of a wise wizard's personal weapon.
"Alright, we should do it tonight."
"Excellent! Blumblesore exclaimed. "Then come, Azzy, we shall summon my mansion to this village so I can retrieve my staff."
Azazel was dumbfounded; he wondered how Dunbledore was going to summon an entire mansion full of orc women to Britannica. Surely, it wasn't possible to so easily displace a building.
Even so, Azazel followed the wizard back to the center of the village. He watched as the old man looked around, assessing the area. He was looking for the perfect spot to plop down a mansion.
After several minutes, Blumbledore gasped with delight as he walked toward a large, empty patch of land at the village's edge, far from the shops that lined the main road. It was a sprawling, empty patch of land set on a hillside.
"May I place it here?" Blumbledore asked as he pointed to the ground ahead of him.
"Sure," Azazel responded, still confused about the situation.
"A light ring will appear. Do not have anyone step into the area. When the spell goes off, they will be crushed by my mansion. The spell takes a while to complete, so allow me to focus."
Azazel nodded, understanding the wizard's words. Perhaps the mansion would simply uproot from the ground in Azuche and fly through the sky, until it found its way to Britannicca.
No, that's a stupid idea. It's obviously teleportation, not long-distance telekinesis.
Blumbledore spread his arms in the air, waving toward the clouds. He took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. He began to chant. As the chant finished, a gigantic ring of light appeared on the ground. After that, the wizard stood there still, probably summoning enough magical energy to move his mansion.
Azazel backed up. He knew it would take a while. He returned to the northern part of the town. He saw Natasha putting together a little bridge. She and the others succeeded in managing to make a moat around the castle. It wasn't especially remarkable, but it was nonetheless a moat. The blonde-haired demon girl had been working hard to complete the bridge connecting the castle and the village.
When Natasha noticed Azazel, she dropped her tools and charged toward the demon. A wide smile tugged on her lips, and her eyes glistened with joy. She enthusiastically pointed to the bridge she had been working on. She seemed to be pleased with the results of her efforts.
"Azzy, isn't it cool?" She asked, pointing to the bridge and moat.
Azazel nodded and moved forward to get a better view. "It's excellent."
Natasha was delighted by his reaction. She gazed at him. Her cheeks became crimson red. When her master praised her, she couldn't help but feel pleased. She stepped closer to him, arms outstretched.
Hell no, demon woman! I am rather fond of Emma and do not wish to ruin it, even though my demon side wants to submit. I will never yield!
Azazel backed up as the wicked demon girl stepped closer. He could tell that if he even gave her one hug, she would attempt to feel him up and make him give in to his demonic urges. He did not want to upset Emma, so there was no way he was going to fall into her grasp.
She's doing excellent work, but I seriously regret biting her. I'm going to have to pull a stunt to get her to stop.
"Natasha!" He spoke angrily, his brow wrinkled and his fangs showing as he projected a frightening aura. "Do not touch me. Understood?"
Natasha paused in her tracks. She gazed at him with sadness in her eyes. Without saying anything, she passed by Azazel and resumed her work on the bridge.
"Yes, master," Natasha said with a pout, grabbing her tools to work on the bridge. "The bridge will be complete tomorrow."
"Good," Azazel said as his features softened.
Azazel looked in the distance. He observed Blumbledore still casting his spell.
How long is this going to take? He looks like an idiot right now.
Azazel turned around and realized that the entrance to the Hell Scholar building had recently closed.
Who went in?
He approached the building's door and attempted to listen for conversations, but he couldn't hear anyone. He gently placed his hand on the doorknob and let himself in.
When he walked in, he noticed Luke seated in a chair opposite Lucifer, who had been sitting on a blood-red sofa. The scholar held a scroll of paper in his lap and an ink quill in his hand. He scribbled down the words Lucifer had been speaking.
Oh, Lucifer is back. He can help us hunt down the hammer.
"Lucifer," Azazel addressed the Lord of Hell.
Lucifer turned his head to look at Azazel. He narrowed his eyes while a scowl overtook his expression. "You're interrupting the interview."
Azazel stood there blank for several moments. He then walked forward and sat on the sofa next to Lucifer.
Lucifer cocked his head to the side and turned back to face Luke. "Just like I was saying. During the first advent, a quarrel broke out between myself and Big Sky Daddy. He called me a reckless piece of garbage, and he wanted me gone forever. So the big, bad Sky Daddy told me to get lost, and I was like, "Eat a brick of shit, Dad!" Then he got upset with my attitude and banished me to Hell."
"Most facinating," Luke said with a huge smile as he jotted the demon's words on the scroll.
Is this for real?
Lucifer sighed and crossed his arms against his chest. He turned to look at Azazel.
"My son," he nodded. "I have delightful news for you."
Azazel recoiled somewhat from Lucifer addressing him as his son. He leaned back onto the sofa and rested his left leg over his right knee. "What type of news?"
"About the king," Lucifer smirked. "I went ahead and took it upon myself to register the kingdom. You can thank me later. I expect there to be a grand statue of me constructed."
Azazel raised a brow and looked at Lucifer. "You were able to bypass the marriage requirement to make Emma and I the rulers?"
He wondered what devilish tricks Lucifer used at the Capitol to get the registar to give up and simply accept the arrangement.
Lucifer shook his head.
"No, it is I, Lucifer, who is the King of Britannica!"