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Past
«Whoa!" young Emeric Gremory rounded his eyes exaggeratedly and pointed his finger behind the giant's back. - Those are all Playdemon models! - The red-haired giant, behind whose back Emeric was pointing, began to tremble, but still did not fall for the young demon's provocation. - Surtur, just look, they're all in their underwear! - he held on. - They started a pillow fight, there's even a slomod showing up, tits shaking like that! - he held on as tight as he could. - Wow, girls, have some modesty, you're gonna take a bath right here and soap each other up?!
«The brat! - The veins in Surtur's face were about to burst from the strain. - You cheat me every week! And every week I go looking for all the goodies and there's nothing there! My older sisters have told me a hundred times, with their fists in my head, that there's no place for models and cool motorcycles and Iron Man suits in our estate, and..." He sighed deeply. - Surtur took a deep breath and tried with all his might to keep himself from wanting to check. Suddenly, after all!..... - In short, boy, serve your punishment already! We're not leaving here until you've rewritten this big book.
«Too bad," Emeric shook his head with a sigh and went back to his punishment. - You missed your chance, they all looked sadly at your back, wiped the foam off each other's sexy bodies, and, I think," he pretended to think seriously. - Headed to Okita to comfort them," Emeric met the giant's gaze. - Surtur, how exactly is he going to comfort them? - Surtur was staring at him with eyes full of naive incomprehension.
Surtur regretted for the hundredth time that he had once again agreed to look after his "Sister's" younger brother. How could he not? Either you watch him or you go looking for the Old Lords' bases in Antarctica. And, most annoyingly, after that they still send him there, because of the fact that Surtur periodically "loses" this sly-ass teenager! And there's nothing there, he's already flown there a dozen times!
«Honestly? - The question burst out of him almost unconsciously, though he really wanted to just sit there and not react to the provocations of this Demon with a capital letter. Suddenly, these beauties really went to that stupid Japanese samurai? All these beauties were only his!
Emeric made the most solid expression on his face and nodded "honest-to-goodness":
«Honest demonic, ahem... - he barely suppressed an instinctive chuckle behind a feigned cough.
Surtur scratched his long and unruly red mane to turn back around a couple times quickly for a second. It should be noted that his "quickly" was when all the books and notes on the table in front of them flew in all directions, and the chair on which Surtur was sitting was helped only by his magically enhanced nature, though it still made a strained creak.
«Okita, you Japanese bastard! - Surtur couldn't take it anymore. - Don't you dare touch my beauties! They're mine!
Surtur, a two-meter tall red-haired giant stood up, blowing furniture in every direction in the process, and raced to the exit of the room, paying no attention to the doors. He simply ran towards the object of his annoyance through all the walls, covering himself in a light coating of fire.
«Like two fingers," a triumphant smile came over his face. - You, Surtur, don't learn from your mistakes.....
Looking through the large hole left by Surtur, Emeric would be surprised if there was anything left of Lucifer's castle in one hour. That wouldn't be a good thing, because Greyfia would have to show up at that noise and catch him by the scruff of the neck once again when he wanted to "investigate". Which means he doesn't have much time left for his plan.
Surtur the Second was his older sister's rook, that is, a member of Lucifer's own retinue. At some point, the Scandinavian gods created a clone of Surtur, a fiery giant from Scandinavian mythology who is said to have set fire to the World Tree Yggdrasil, bringing with him an army of giants. But after he went mad with rage, the gods abandoned him. Aldis later turned him into her servant, using a "mutation" rook figure. Since he is a clone, he was named the Second.
Surtur had a very simple and straightforward character and never complicated his life with any intrigues. He wasn't interested in them. All he was into was girls, drinking and fighting. A typical representative of his mythology, a typical Viking from the Middle Ages.
Emeric had nothing against Surtur, but rather always welcomed his guardianship with open arms. It was the easiest thing in the world to escape from Surtur, as the incident had made clear.
Among his sister's entire retinue, Emeric could not escape only her queen, Greyfia, but he occasionally found a handle on the others. For example, he had recently told Okita Suji, his sister's knight, the famous Shinsengumi captain from the old days of Japan, that Surtur had called samurai and Japanese katanas "overrated". The one, despite his rather calm and judicious character, could not stand such a mockery of his culture and went to find out the relationship with the Scandinavian giant. It was incredibly funny!
He usually escaped from their custody only because he was bored. The only time they had such custody of him was mostly for punishment, when he had, in the opinion of his parents, screwed up again.
For example, today he was punished because he beat up one of the heirs of the allied clans. With a bat. With holy nails in it. Perhaps he'd gone a little overboard, but the man had pissed him off too much, and tolerance had never been Emeric's favorite thing to do.
By the way, his "escape" today had a specific purpose. As he had learned recently, from the usual gossiping servants, there was a room in Castle Lucifer that had been created specifically for practicing teleportation. That is to say, it was a completely completely shielded room where one could only teleport inside. It was impossible to escape with magic from this room. Practically a perfect spatial traveling simulator. A great chance for him to finally try out these enchantments!
Teleportation requires either a very advanced ability to memorize places one has already been, or the ability to memorize complex coordinate systems, which could often change due to various factors, such as the location of the planet relative to the Hell dimension or, in some special cases, the entire solar system. As many could probably surmise, Emeric's abilities were absolutely beyond his capabilities. He was a complete "hatchet man" in a sea of "topography", and he still is.
His family felt that an art as complex as teleportation would never be conquered by him, so they had removed the practice room from their own estate entirely. Completely, because they knew he'd want to put that nut to the test sooner or later. Like now, for example.
To be honest, he was a little scared to do it too, but after calculating all the risks, the most he was going to get was a couple of bumps and bruises if he teleported at speed right into some wall. The shielded rooms should have completely eliminated the chance of him traveling somewhere "outside" the castle. The gamble, as they say, was worth it!
Standing on the teleportation circle and checking all the surrounding walls one last time for integrity, Emeric began to prepare for magic.
All right, put energy into the circle and wait for it to light up. Keep the energy under tight control. Oops, he put in too much, but it doesn't seem critical. Still teleporting indoors.
Now the coordinates. He'd memorized all the preparatory spells a hundred times before, but these numbers didn't make any less sense to him. Well, fuck it, he'll just paste what he gets and add small values in random places. He still wanted to be at least a few centimeters away, not to move to his own place.
At this moment, while Emeric was preparing his spell, there was a real drama going on literally behind the wall from him.
Surtur and Okita kneeled before the head maid of all hell. Correction, in front of the incredibly angry maid, who was panting in all directions with her power and making even seasoned veterans like them shake with terror.
«Where is the young master? - The ice and barely controlled anger in her voice would not have been audible only to the deaf.
«I... It's... Sis," Surtur was doing something he didn't normally do, which was trying to wiggle his brain. - He said the supermodels went to Okita while I wasn't paying attention to them, well I... - the fire giant sensed death. - Went after them, it's, uh. - death was knocking on the door. - Beat them back?
Grayfia turned her body around and delivered a perfectly placed hook to the fiery giant's head. Her expertly placed blow shattered the nearby glass, and Okita was blown away by the shockwave. Surtur, twisting in midair and dropping his teeth, flew at incredible speed straight into the wall. Just for a moment, into the wall of a special room that shielded internal interactions. The room where Emeric was finishing his teleportation right now.
The damaged surface of the complex artifact could not withstand such abuse. It was not surprising that the young demon was instantly launched into the unknown distances. So it was not surprising that the young demon was instantly launched into unknown distances.
It was this ridiculous coincidence that should have been surprising. But those who were close to Emeric probably should have expected something like this.
They just don't have time for that now, though.
It was urgent to organize a large-scale search!
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