“So you’re planning… on practically killing me, without the killing part?” Azazel spoke with a faint smile.
“I’m afraid that’s a good way to put it.” Dea’n’ha replied.
Illien started explaining, worried that maybe this isn’t the best choice after all, “Brother, I’m sure that we can think of something else, if you-”
“It’s fine.” Azazel intercepted him with his faint voice.
Illien exhaled deeply, revealing how worried he was about this decision.
“I’m sure that I’ll be okay. I’m in fine hands.” The Demon spoke.
“Maybe Andrey, if he wakes up,&rdquo
Dea’n’ha stepped inside Andrey’s room. She looked at him as she silently walked in, as if not to wake him up. Then the realization of his coma came to her and with a note of sadness she made the next steps towards the bed more confident and noisy.The blue-haired sorceress sat on the side of the bed and looked at Andrey’s calm and sleeping face.Her angelic voice whispered, “Hey… I really need you back here.” a tear with its own will immediately jumped down her cheek all the way down to the bedsheets.“I am desperate for this to work. I don’t really know… what exactly I’m supposed to do. But I will try to get inside that smart and hard head of yours. If it’s empty, you’re not there, I’m going to find you and pul
It took a few minutes, but everyone walked into Azazel’s room. Lastly Andrey walked in. He wasn't in his usual outfit. He was with a white T-shirt and white pants."Well, ain't you a rare sight." Azazel smiled at Andrey."You… What happened to you!?" Andrey's jaw dropped.All the others shared stares among themselves."Maybe we should have told him first…" Illien mumbled.Andrey looked at Dea'n'ha and expected an explanation."Well…" she started, but was intercepted by Azazel's weak voice."We lost the fight, brother…" The night had come, and everyone had been sleeping tightly in their beds. Andrey and Dea’n’ha - happy they could be together again. Aluca - thinking about drones and butterflies. Illien - dreaming nightmares of what could happen.Alone in his room, Azazel was still asleep.Using this opportunity, Beleth warped into his room.He sat down on the chair next to Azazel and looked at him for a while.Finally he spoke, “Azazel, my Demon. It’s really strange, and it has never occurred to me that one day… You would be tied to a bed.”Beleth hovered over Azazel’s body with his hand.He sighed and said, “My most loyal royal guard…&rdquoMakiya 196. The friendly, completely innocent, competition
“What’s gonna be the next challenge?” Andrey jumped excitedly, happy to test his limits.“I say push-ups.” Azazel suggested.“Okay, I’m going to break the record for most push-ups. I’m telling you. My chest is so buffed that I can probably lift a cow with it.” Niko spoke with a destructive voice.“Wait… do what?” Dea’n’ha leaned her head forward and narrowed her eyebrows.“You think so? I’m sure I could lift a horse with mine!” Andrey immediately decided to join in on the rivalry.“Cows are usually heavier than horses!” Aluca whispered in Andrey’s direction.“Then how about I lift two at once, eh?!” The black-dressed mage immediately corrected himself.“Wait, that’s about two tons of weight, isn’t it?” Illien asked, wondering if he’s catching up with his competitors.
“Cuppu-cakeeey”(Cupcake)“So keeewt”(Cute)“Yes, Mrs?”“Weeaaalllwwyyy?”(Really)“Am I… cute?” Azazel made cute faces and spoke with a thin voice.“Sweeeeets?”With each word, the Demon pushed his body off the ground and tried his hardest to make the most cute and sweet faces and voices that he could imagine or had seen. Of course, nobody really enjoyed that. They were all too shocked by the unbelievable truth that the Grand Marshal CAN in fact do all of these embarrassing things.“I can’t believe he is doing it…” Niko co
If a bird would look down, it would see a stadium explode as if by a terrorist attack. If a normal human would look at it, it would seem like the stadium had been blown up by a blue explosion.That was pretty much the case. And if you were on the inside of the stadium, all you would see would be… well… nothing. Because the explosive mana was so outrageous that it blinded everyone inside. A strong wind blew everyone away, like a shock wave with force much resembling that of a nuke.All the competitors, along with the referee, were blown away. It took a few minutes for the dust to clear, although in the midst of it, it was rather easy to see that the origin of this great power was none other than him - The bard, Illien Stocks.“Illien, you gotta stop!” Azazel yelled from a distance, trying to
“Ugh… my head…” Andrey grabbed onto his head, picking himself up from the ground.What the heck just happened…The battle-mage looked around and found himself to be the only person still in the stadium.“Everyone? Illien?” He asked, looking around.“Dea’n’ha? Are you there?”He walked around, but nobody was there to reply.“Azazel?”“Niko?”“Aluca?” He screamed out their names in wait of a response, but none followed.
Andrey looked around and noticed everyone looking at him awkwardly.“What happened?” Dea’n’ha asked with concern, as she saw the sudden black pillar of mana that nobody had ever seen until now.At the sound of her voice, Andrey’s red eyes gazed upon her as if a predator sought his prey. He expanded his hand forward and an incredible amount of power froze her. He clenched his fist so hard that his bones were heard cracking. At that moment, black mana consumed Dea’n’ha. She appeared to start to faint. The real effect of the black mana wasn’t really known. One thing was certain. Dea’n’ha was dying. Again. And by Andrey’s hand. Again.“What the fuck!?”“What’s he doing!?”