"You two can be Prince and Princess," Lucifer laughed at the situation.
"..."
Before, Azazel believed that being King was vital to restore Granny's land. He was angry that the king would be Lucifer. The ruler of hell ruling over a kingdom in the human realm would be potentially hazardous.
"Well, I was going to change the name," Lucifer stated. "But the kingdom has a certain ring to it, and the citizens are quite fond of the name."
"Is that all, dear son?" Lucifer added in the question.
I will just ignore this for now. I don't have the power to kick his ass.
Azazel stroked his chin, considering whether to tell him about Zeus' hammer."Yeah, I guess," Azazel muttered.
"Good," said Lucifer, grinning. "Luke, please finish the interview once the kid leaves."
Luke had made sure to jot down everything the two had said. The information was juicy, considering it had come from two demons.
"Yes, My Lord," Luke said, his attention still on his writing.
"Lucifer, there is something I need your help with." Azazel stood up from the sofa.
"Yes?" Lucifer rose and straightened out his clothes. "Let's take a walk."
The two went outside. Azazel was relieved to see Blumbledore no longer standing in the center of the village. The wizard's huge mansion stood where the circle of light had been. Azazel was surprised when he discovered that the mansion could actually be transported great distances.
Magic is most impressive. I need to learn more. Learning some powerful magic is becoming more and more appealing. Maybe I could force Lucifer to go away if I became on par to Blumbledore.
Azazel turned his attention to Lucifer, who was patiently waiting for him to speak.
"Zeus' hammer has been stolen," Azazel stated.
Lucifer frowned playfully. "That's too bad. What a terrible way to begin my reign."
Azazel sighed. It seems Lucifer was being sarcastic.
"Now," Lucifer began. "Could you explain to me why I should even care?"
"We have reason to believe the thief will return," Azazel stated.
"Oh, you want me to capture them? That's simple." Lucifer grinned mischievously.
"I would like to try and catch them first."
Lucifer crossed his arms. He appeared deep in thought, trying to decide if he should intervene. Buy he really didn't want to put effort into anything. His plan was just to sit on the throne and boss people around.
"Fine, do whatever you want," Lucifer stated, then walked back to the Hell Scholar building.
I hope Luke isn't going to write more of those documents.
Azazel gave a quick glimpse at the mansion. He was eager to get into the house, but he wanted Blumbledore's authorization first. He approached the door, knocking loudly.
The door opened, and an orc woman stood in front of the door. Azazel recognized her as one of the orc wives when he had visited Blumbledore before. She was a tall, muscular, blue-eyed woman. Her breasts were larger than Azazel's head, and her hair was tied in a short ponytail.
Momentarily, his gaze was focused on her chest, but he cleared his throat and met her eyes.
The orc woman wore a traditional maid outfit, which was the same outfit all Blumbledore's wives wore. Azazel narrowed his eyes and studied the face.
Are his wives actually women? Surely they are women...
He had questions.
"I need to speak with Blumbledore," Azazel stated, keeping his tone polite.
"Please return another time," the woman simply stated.
"No, I need to speak to him," Azazel was firm.
"You heard her, Azazel," came a roaring voice from inside the building.
Azazel peered beyond the orc and saw Blumbledore at the top of a staircase. He was wearing underwear and nothing else on his wrinkled frame.
Azazel looked back at the orc. She was looking at Blumbledore, her eyes were filled with desire.
Gross.
"Blumbledore, I need to know what weapon we will use," Azazel said, raising his voice.
"The staff, Azazel," Blumbledore roared, laughing. "I told you this. I'll bring it later, and don't come back here until tonight. I'm having fun with my orc wives!"
Azazel sighed and turned around. He quickly left to walk into the main area of the village. He was happy when he saw a couple of new shops had opened, including a nice little produce stand ran by an elderly couple.
It seems like people are starting to move to Britannica on their own.
Azazel went into a small building, connected to Felix's tailor shop. He looked and saw Oliver seated behind the counter, sewing together fabric like crazy.
"Azazel!" Oliver perked up, his cat ears standing at attention as he glanced at the demon.
Azazel nodded and looked around. He saw the shop was... interesting. There was only underthings for sale.
Oliver stood up, swishing his tail happily behind him. "We have an opening sale going on. Two pairs of panties for the price of one! I will throw in a cat tail and ears set! Free!"
Azazel blinked.
"Panties?" Azazel asked, unsure if he had heard the feline correctly.
"Yes," Oliver grinned. "They're very comfortable and look sexy on any body type. The cat tail and ears are a bonus. It will help you get into character during even the most intimate of moments."
Azazel looked at the cat-eared male and wondered how the panties and cat ears would help him get into the moment during intimacy.
Getting in the moment would not be a problem. Emma could simply breath at this point and he'd be in the moment.
I'm not really into the furry scene.
"I'm not really interested in roleplay," Azazel said, shaking his head with one hand out stretched.
Oliver pouted, his furry ears drooping to the sides of his head in disappointment. "You can come back if you change your mind. I figured Emma would swoon if she saw you in cat ears."
She probably would.
Azazel walked away. He decided to see if the bridge had been completed. When he arrived, he saw a group of workers gathered near the entrance. They were carrying large planks.
Amazing. Natasha managed to aquire actual staff. Makes me wonder what she did to lure them here.
The demon's eyes widened in surprise as he watched the construction of the castle. The bridge leading into the castle had been completed.
Azazel walked over to the workers. He smiled and waved at them.
"Good morning," the demon said to the group of men.
"Ah, good morning," the workers greeted back, each with a proud smile.
Azazel decided he would cross the newly constructed bridge and look inside the finished castle.
He saw Natasha standing inside of the entrance. She smiled when she saw him. "Hey, I got your chambers set up."
Azazel tilted his head to the side and looked at her. "Oh? That is actually exciting."
Natasha nodded and gave him a bright smile. "It's upstairs. Want me to join you?"
Azazel frowned. "No."
Natasha also frowned. "Fine. I will continue work on Lucifer's throne then." She sighed and walked away.
Of course everyone already knows. But I am curious about the bedchambers.
Azazel climbed the staircase and walked down a long hall. He looked around and saw a hand-drawn sign with his name on it. He chuckled and entered his chambers.
The room was massive. The craftsman ship was surprisingly grand with well-crafted furniture decorating the room. He saw a massive bed in the center of the room with dark-red satin linens.
They all think I'm a vampire because I can suck blood. I'm a demon! A demon! Wait, are vampires demons? Azazel thought to himself as he pondered his entire existence. He wished he had read up more on demon and vampire lore when he was alive on Earth.
As Azazel approached the bed, he noticed someone was asleep in it. He proceeded cautiously so he wouldn't frighten anyone. He could have been aggressive about it, but he appreciated the work everyone had done.
Probably one of the workers taking a nap.
He was surprised to see a Emma sleeping in his new bed. The woman had somehow figured out the way to the room before he even did.
Emma had not heard him come in. She was snuggled up beneath the covers. Azazel quietly approached her, careful not to wake her.
The demon crawled into the bed beside her, gently wrapping his arm around her waist. His heart was pounding in his chest as he thought about continuing what he had started earlier.
Emma's opened her eyes slowly. "Azazel," she said with a soft smile.
"Kitten," Azazel whispered lowly, as he nuzzled his face against her neck.
"Azzy," Emma laughed from the contact. "I missed you."
"I missed you, too," Azazel said, pulling her closer to his body. He could feel the curves of her petite frame pressed up against him. It was going to drive him mad.
"Azzy," Emma purred.
Azazel leaned in and kissed her, savoring the sweet taste of her lips. He moved his hand up her leg, gently rubbing her thigh, underneath her skirt. "We were interrupted at this stage earlier."
"Azzy," Emma whispered as she arched her back. "You're so warm."
"Do you want me?" He asked, his voice husky.
"Yes," Emma agreed with a soft blush on her cheeks.
Azazel moved his hand further up her thigh, lightly tracing circles on her delicate skin.
Emma wrapped her arms around his shoulders, gently stroking her fingers against his upper back.
Her gente touch possessed him to pull back the covers, then crawl up over her. His breathing hitched as her small frame was under him.
"I'm going to devour you," he said, his eyes flashing a fiery red, indicating he was becoming overwhelmed in the moment.
Emma shuddered, her cheeks flushed a soft pink still, as her eyes stared into his."Yes, please."
Azazel trailed kisses down her neck, nibbling her skin lightly. His fangs grazed against her skin with each contact.
He was determined to finally have his way with her this time.
"Azzy," Emma moaned softly, her body trembling underneath him.
Azazel slid his hand underneath her skirt again, his fingers grazing her bare skin, slowly returning to the position at the top of her inner thigh. His other hand travled under the fabric of her shirt. His hand found a position against her breast.
"Emma," he growled low and seductive.
Emma gasped, arching her back as her body brushed up against his. "More," she was nearly begging at that point.
Azazel smirked, moving his fingers towards her entrance as he felt her body heat against his fingertips.
"Azzy!"
The familiar roaring voice could be heard coming from in front of his door. Of course, the door flung open as Azazel was positioned over Emma.
The demon quickly removed his hands and sat at the edge of the bed next to Emma. He looked over to see Blumbledore, now dressed in his robe, appearing at an even worse time.
Does this old man want a death wish? I am willing to provide euthanasia services.
Azazel was angry. Even more angry than before. The workers must have informed the wizard of his entering of the castle. He was tempted to send each and every one of those involved to the pits of hell.
"Oh. Oh my," Blumbledore laughed when he walked in.
"What do you want?" Azazel asked as he covered his face to mask his anger.
"I forgot we need to set up the trap," Blumbledore smiled mischievously. "It seems I interrupted."
"Surely it can wait?" Azazel asked, annoyed. "I am rather busy."
Emma groaned into a nearby pillow. "It's fine."
"No, no," Blumbledore shook his head.
Of course it can't wait. Of course. I feel like this entire village is blocking me. This must be some sort of cruel joke. Perhaps a curse Lucifer placed on my soul.
"But we need to act now. Before it gets too late," Blumbledore continued.
"Fine," Azazel sighed, before turning to face Emma. His features only softened long enough to lean forward. He gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"I will return, kitten," he said. He looked back at Blumbledore and the look of displeasure returned to his features.
Emma puffed out her cheeks and frowned. "Be safe." She pulled the covers over her head. It seemed she starting to get just as frustrated by the constant interruptions.
Azazel exited his chambers and headed downstairs. Blumbledore followed close behind. The old wizard waddled with every step.
"Let's go to your mansion and see the staff," Azazel said as he looked toward the wizard.
He was slowly feeling normal again, his arousal dying a little each time he saw the wizard's face and remembered the old man's naked romp at the lake.
The two walked toward Blumbledore's mansion. Azazel was surprised to find it looked exactly like the one he had seen before. The transfer to Britannica didn't seem to do any damage to the structure.
"This is your mansion?" Azazel asked. He couldn't believe the wizard had actually manifested his mansion.
"Of course," Blumbledore grinned.
The wizard led the demon inside and showed him around.
The mansion was massive, with a spacious interior. The furniture was made of expensive wood and covered in fine fabric. Paintings hung on the walls, depicting various scenes of wizards, but most of them were of Blumbledore.
He may be a narcissist.
Azazel took a moment to take in the mansion. He was surprised to see that the interior was similar to his previous visit, with no damage to anything inside. The wizard really did have an amazing knack for magical arts. It was no wonder he was noted to be the best wizard in the world.
"I have a lot of room," the old man happily hummed."If you want to move in."
"I'm perfectly happy living in the castle," Azazel remarked. "And you already have plenty of orcs happily living here. It may become cramped."
Blumbledore shrugged
"Suit yourself," the wizard said.
He led Azazel to a large room in the center of the mansion. Inside, was a table, surrounded by chairs. One of his wives were sweeping the floor.
"This is my dining room," Blumbledore stated.
"How convenient," Azazel replied, before sitting down.
"I thought so," the wizard chuckled.
"Now, we can set the trap here."
Blumbledore placed the staff in the middle of the table. He waves his arms over it and casted a spell onto both the table and staff.
"Here's the plan," Blumbledore began.
"We'll wait here. If the thief comes, they'll try to steal the staff. But when they touch it, we'll know immediately, We will then clobber their head in and find out where the hammer is."
Azazel nodded, satisfied with the plan.
"Sounds good," he said.
They both left the room and proceeded to Blumbledore's neighboring study. It was actually an excellent plan to put staff in the mansion, because the new mansion was certain to catch the eye of a thief.
They would merely have to wait for such a thief to arrive.