«Ha ha ha ha...
The whole group was returning to the club room, and all the while Emeric was attracting the attention of the passing students with his bursting laughter. He couldn't calm down, the whole situation had made him laugh.
Reiser Fenex. The third son of the demonic Pillar Fenex. It should be noted that the current lady and lord of this house had a good 'try' in their time. Three sons and the youngest daughter, Reivel, a very prolific family for demons.
So, from the very first meeting, Reiser had been a walking manual on the arrogant young aristocrat. A brash, arrogant major who, frankly, was quite gifted for his age. He was older than Emeric by about ten years. But despite the rather noticeable physical difference, he was about twelve years old and Riser was in his early twenties when they first met, it was Emeric who was his walking nightmare. Even at such a young age, he could still overpower the guy with a stretch. As the years went by, the difference only grew.
Originally, Emeric had only poked the demon out of pure dislike, but then it was just for fun. Raiser, to give him credit, was a pretty stubborn guy who didn't want to be reeducated, so the number of jokes about him only grew.
Emeric even gave him a special nickname for him, "Chick." Some kind of reference to his ancestral bird, the phoenix.
In general, if the first guests of today's day lowered his mood, then good little Chick brought it back. Even better, to tell the truth!
Just like that, constantly flitting impressions among themselves, they reached the door leading to their club room.
Emeric was just about to touch the handle as.....
... A young blond man, with eyes as clear as a child's, with the most sincere emotions in his eyes, took the hands of an unknown girl. She wasn't some incredible beauty, but she reciprocated the angel's affection.
«Azazel," tears welled up in her eyes. - This can't go on any longer... You're the Seraphim of God, and I'm just...
The young Azazel interrupted her by kissing her hands.
«My love... - He looked into her eyes with inexpressible emotion. - Don't you see my snow-white wings? I have not fallen, which means that my love is of the most sincere nature.....
«Azazel... - Frustrated, she called out to him.
... After a while, but the picture was completely different.
Black-winged and black-haired, but still young and pure of heart, Azazel wept over the burning ruins. His enemies, the foreign invaders who had ravaged the village of his love, crumbled to ashes under his wrath.
The wrath of the First Fallen, who lost his first and most sincere love...
-... King? - Valerie tugged lightly on his elbow, snapping him out of his vision.
«I... - Emeric banished the thoughts from his mind, smiling at her. - It's alright...
He had not realized that Azazel's story was so tragic. He had always boasted of his endless desire for debauchery, but as it turned out, his downfall was only sincere. Still, Azazel, as Grigori's leader, was not so simple. And he should be treated with even more respect, since he still strove for a common world after such a thing.
Emeric smiled at their concern and opened the door of the club room with anticipation. If this vision visited him right now, he would have another guest waiting for him in the room.
«Oh-ho-ho! - As he expected, Azazel, to his amused annoyance, was sprawled in his chair with his feet on the table. A master of the house, but one could sympathize with the obnoxious fallen man for such a thing. - Didn't expect my new protégés?! You weren't expecting, but I've come to bring love and justice to this beautiful world!
This time Azazel wasn't wearing a homemade kimono, but a pretty good outfit, consisting of pants and a burgundy shirt with the collar open. Well, now he could be mentally elevated from the status of a local drunkard to some kind of big-aged gigolo. Yeah, despite the new information, Emeric isn't going to change the dynamic of their relationship. Azazel was too much fun.
«Azazel," Emeric nodded with a smile. - You're looking good... The last time I saw you in... - Emeric thought for a moment. - In Solomon's Mask, while Cockabiel was doing shit in your name. I hope he didn't delete your massive porn collection.
«How do you know about my- - Azazel jumped up sharply, but then looked at his smile and wagged a finger at him for his edification. - You're good, boy! Way to go, you keep your grip, ha ha ha ha ha.... - Azazel leaned back again and addressed them directly. - You're all doing great... To be honest, sitting inside this ancient artifact, I didn't even hope for a peaceful outcome.... But you... - Azazel shook his head in amazement. - You handled this situation perfectly! Bravo, my new friends!
Emeric shook his head at Azazel's antics. He had to admit he had a lot of charisma.
«Let me better introduce you to your "saviors".... - Emeric took the floor and pointed to Valerie. - My inimitable queen, Valerie Morningstar...
«A bearer of Divine Separation, a very advanced Balance Breaker, and just outrageous strength for this age," Azazel smiled appreciatively and held out his hand, but....
«Pfft... - Valerie snorted and sat down on the couch, ignoring Azazel with all her might.
«What?" It was like a question mark had grown over Azazel's head.
«Ha ha ha... - Emeric patted him comfortingly on the shoulder. - Azazel, I guess your charisma's starting to go haywire! That's okay, at your age it's normal!
«Fuck you!" his leader of the fallen replied indignantly, before Emeric laughed even harder.
It was basically clear.
Valerie is still foaming at the mouth about not being able to defeat Azazel. He'd told her a hundred times that it was the combined power of the ten and twelve wings. The fact that she'd been able to hold him off for so long was no small feat, but Valerie still wasn't satisfied. The fact that he had defeated Dichauser's True Form, even though it was kind of a cheat, didn't add to the color. All in all, his dragon queen was freaking out at the sight of Azazel, who reminded her of the recent fiasco. Well she thought it was a fiasco, and he was perfectly happy with her results.
«All right, I guess you two will build bridges somehow... - Emeric took a step to the side so that he could see Akeno. - My favorite bishop, the magnificent Akeno Himejima...
«Barakiel's daughter... - Azazel nodded with a smile.
He shouldn't have said it, because Akeno's smile disappeared from her face in a flash. She gave him a scornful look and turned away, lifting her nose up to join Valerie on the couch.
Azazel was naturally petrified. He felt as if he were about to dust himself off, so stunned was he by the behavior of his girls. Experience had given him rough clues as to why, but the proud fallen man still couldn't bear to see the instant contempt of such first-class beauties.
«Ahem," Emeric forced a smile and caught Azazel's attention, so that he finally died of his senile shock. - And this is my magnificent pawn, Ichika Hyodo, the current Red Empress!
«Hello, Azazel-san! - Ichika bowed rather culturally, but there was a snag. Ichika stepped back in shock when she saw Azazel's reaction to her. - WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?!
This time the unorthodox reaction went already to the leader of Grigori.
Azazel instantly turned pale and shook in place, staring at Ichika in horror. He was shaking so violently that the table beside him began to shake. Large drops of sweat began to run down his forehead and down his chin to wet his maroon shirt.
Azazel kept repeating the same phrases under his breath, as if fixated.
«It wasn't me, it was Cockabiel.... I was defeated by White and a guy, no Red was there.... It wasn't me, it was Cockabiel... It wasn't me, it was White and the boy, there was no Red...
«Ichika... - Emeric looked at her in amazement. - You've started writing your own Legend! The first top level representative is already shaking with terror at the sight of you!
«President! - Ichika yelled at him with resentment. - THIS IS NOT THE LEGEND I WANTED!
Everything was clear here, too. Azazel had been having natural Vietnamese flashbacks from the past when Ichika had used her "special" technique on him. The one that's supposed to amplify and transmit periods...
Actually, originally Emeric still wanted to ask what happens to the male body in such a case to the only eyewitness, that's just it...
Emeric saw Azazel's almost pre-pregnancy state and realized he wasn't going to get an answer either way. Just have to keep a constant note in his head about not clashing with Ichika. Honestly, Emeric was kind of scared of such a potential 'trauma' too.
«Huh?" Azazel came to his senses and looked at them in bewilderment. - You were going to introduce me to your pawn, weren't you?
Emeric looked perplexedly at Ichika and repeated slowly, almost syllabically, like a madman:
«Ichika Hyodo," Emeric gently pointed his hand at the awkwardly smiling Ichika. - Red Empress...
«You have not only White, but also Red in your retinue! - Azazel jumped up from his seat. - Why didn't you tell me this before, boy?!
«HE WIPED HIS MEMORY WITH HORROR! - Ichika almost went hysterical at something like that.
«Yes," Emeric nodded in amazement, looking at Azazel from every angle, as if he were looking at an unknown animal. - As they say, you can't beat experience! Some kind of defense mechanism in his mind that keeps him from going mad from all the horror he's experienced! Ichika," Emeric turned to her and gave her a thumbs-up. - Your technique is so all-encompassing that it will soon begin to break the fourth wall!
«I've regretted making up that horror story a hundred times! Stop reminding me of it!
«Huh?" Azazel watched their dialog in bewilderment. - What kind of trick is that?
«That's when...
«PRESIDENT, DON'T REMIND HIM! WE'RE REALLY GONNA GIVE LEADER GRIGORI A HEART ATTACK!
Azazel scratched the back of his head and issued his conclusion:
«You're all weird.
«Tell me about it...
Azazel's first introduction to the occult study club was a C. So-so, frankly.
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