Chapter 6: Love at 1st fight and lost in the translation!
As Hitoshi and Porker left the poker room the only occupants of the room engaged in a somewhat interesting discussion.
“Ne, ne anata!” said the redheaded succubus “What did you think Master meant when he said to cover myself? Is the dress I am wearing pretty? Am I fat?”
As walking on thin ice, Nico chose his next words carefully. Saying something wrong would invoke the wrath of his wife and that meant no sex, sleeping on the couch for a month, not to mention possible hair loss (she ripped his hair off and it took a while for it to grow back which was strange, since his health regeneration should have dealt with that…hm maybe she did something to his food?).
Taking a gulp to clear the lump on his throat, he said as confidently as he could master to erase any suspicions on her part:
“Au contraire mon amour! (TN: On the contrary my love) Your dress is marvelous, but your beauty surpasses any piece of cloth. You could walk around naked and still be the fairest of them all, your body could inspire any sculptor on Gaia to create a masterpiece and your beauty rivals even that of Goddess Fraya (Goddess Fraya is the Deity of love, beauty and wealth). You don’t have an ounce of fat on your body my love!”
Pleased with his answer Niki, gave him a long, deep French kiss with her ruby lips, the energy sucked and transferred from one to another till they both came out for breath.
“Hmm, is it getting hot in here or is it just me ?” she quickly added.
“ I guess that master when he said that, what he truly meant was to get out of this rag (referring to her dress with the abysmal décolletage ) that doesn’t do justice to my beauty and show my glorious, noble nakedness to those plebeians out there.”
“Shit, that’s totally not what he meant, but I don’t want to face the consequences from correcting her” thought the pitiful incubus.
He was truly whipped, but better make things somewhat right is what he told himself and after turning his “player” mode on, he hugged her, whispering to her ear and giving it a playful lick afterwards.
“ Darling, master said that he would call us if he needed us, besides you were right as always, it is hot in here and I think that my pants are way too restricting, and you need help with that dress of yours, maybe we could help each other out? Also, if I remember correctly we have yet to baptize the couch near the fireplace. Wouldn’t it be a shame to let this chance go away?”
Both their pupils were dilated, a clear sign of sexual arousal, while they moved to the piece of furniture that would soon be baptized by the product of their lovemaking or better say of a quickie f*ck while the boss was busy.
Meanwhile, back to the grand hall, Hitoshi and Porker were getting into positions to receive their “honorable guests”.
Hitoshi took his position sitting leisurely on a throne like, silver armchair adorned with rubies that only made his read eyes seem like they were shining brighter, while Harry was busy lightening up the chandeliers with little fireballs coming out of his hands . After that he took his place standing next to Hitoshi.
His role was mainly that of the translator, as there was a lingual barrier between demons and the other races. Sometimes, he would be ordered to also fight, if Hitoshi was too bored to even rise his ass off the armchair.
Currently, it seemed that his boss was intrigued by the arrival of the heroes and that he (Harry) wouldn’t be given the chance to fight , so he would only have to translate. Well, that didn’t mean though that he couldn’t have some fun right?
What the heroes came upon entering the doors of the grand hall, leading to their arch enemy the Demon King was the mini boss “Demon General” with the title of “Bloody Dragon” .
On the walls that were illuminated by the heavy chandeliers made of gold where hundreds of candles could be seen lit, they could see red banners with the emblem of Villainia , the Demons Kingdom, marked in black..
The banners were depicting the head of a horned goat with 2 swords crossing it.
On the far end of the room, they could see the mini boss, as well as a small chubby human kid with eyeglasses.
“ That bastard took a child hostage!” the leader of the group, a guy with long blond hair carrying a two-handed long sword said to his comrades, as they rushed toward Hitoshi.
Hitoshi on the other hand was delighted. They were humans but most important there were females on the heroes party! He wasn’t going to let this chance slip by.
It had been the 1st time since his soul was transferred in the Demon General’s body that he would interact with human females.
Standing up from his chair he uttered a simple word, a short incantation for a powerful spell with ranged area of effect properties “ FREEZE”.
Immediately the 5 bodies of the heroes in front of him froze. Their bodies just below their necks were covered with several thick layers of ice, making their possibilities to move any part of their body except for their mouths, absolutely zero.
Pleased with himself, he jumped and landed right in front of them. He started to inspect them one by one.
First, it was the guy that he thought was the leader of the group. He was an ikemen, one of the guys Hitoshi hated the most. A gentle looking face, one that could make him probably popular with all but mostly with the ladies (he truly hated this guy!), handsome with a well trained body, and golden hair matched with honey coloured eyes. Making a mental note to himself to kill this guy first, he moved on to the next person.
The next person was probably also a swordswoman, as he saw that she had a shield and an one-handed sword at her hands. She was quite cute! Mid length wavy brown hair that reached a little bit below her cute little ears, forest green eyes, a small nose, rosy pink lips that were currently pouting as he was close to her inspecting her.
She was a little bit on the short side, but Hitoshi wouldn’t mind that at all. That was, until he looked at her neck…..Adam’s Apple!!!!!!
Trap!!! This guy was a trap!
The Demon’s General roar echoed on the grand hall room as he was shouting in the demonic language
“It’s an infection! They are like the plague! Everywhere I look there is one of them!”
After venting off his anger by screaming and thus scaring off the heroes from even trying and break free of their frost prison, he continued on to the next one muttering to himself :
“ I swear to God…not right! I swear to my manliness! If the next one I see is also a trap, I am going to end them all no matter woman or man!”
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He was not a homophobic, but he had ended up being paranoid after the incidents that took place in the Purgatory. In his mind, every cross-dresser out there had a secret agenda and that was to fuck him up literally and metaphorically speaking! That’s why he was extra careful, as nothing was as it seemed.
The next person under his scrutinizing eyes was an archer. This guy seemed to be an elf (thankfully for all of them a true male) and thus Hitoshi didn’t even care and moved onto the next one which by the way was a human female, probably the sorceress of the party.
She had wavy red hair currently tied into a ponytail. Her eyes had a mesmerizing purple color, one that he concluded belonged to a highly calculating person.
His assumption was only verified by the amount of jewelry on her. Earrings, necklaces, bracelets, rings and even freaking toe rings! Yeap, this woman was a Gold digger!
She would bring you high and suck you dry! She was even eying Harry Porker’s summoning necklace that was on his neck! Even though this woman had all the right curves in all the right places, she was not girlfriend material.
His hopes were slowly going down the drain as with dejectedly, lowered to the ground eyes, he approached the last member of their party. He slowly raised his gaze and looked into her eyes and BAM! He was in love! He found the future Mrs Kurosawa!
The woman that would be his one and only wife! Her big blue eyes stared defiantly directly into his, refusing to even show the slightest of fear. She had long straight, dark brown hair that one might even think at first glance that they were black, but with the candle light shining on them, their rich brown color manifested itself.
A cute nose and beautiful blue eyes, that reminded Hitoshi of the deep blue ocean that his parents took him me to see on one of their last family vacations before they were gone.
His gaze fell to her mouth, to those kissable pretty pink lips that she was currently pressing together as if she was going to kiss him and he approached her only to have her spit at his face.
She was the priestess of the party, a long scepter made of precious metal could be seen on her hands under the crystal ice that was imprisoning her.
She was fairly tall about 1.80 m, and from what he had guessed slender. Although, about her three numbers (chest, waist, ass) he couldn’t be sure as the priest’s robes that she was currently wearing offered him no visual data on her body.
She was his Yamato Nadeshiko (TN: "the epitome of pure, feminine beauty") and the future Mrs Kurosawa.
Excited that he finally found her, Hitoshi ordered Harry Porker to start translating:
“Hello heroes! Welcome to our humble abode! I am honoured to make your acquaintance. My name is Hitoshi Kurosawa and I am the General of the Demonic Army. Introduce yourselves to me and let us talk concerning the reason of your visit! Please don’t be afraid!” he said slowly waiting for Porker to translate his words for the party of heroes.
Despite his scary face Hitoshi was actually trying to make an impression to her by being nice and hopefully find out her name.
HARRY PORKER’S POV
As I listened to my Master I was thinking:
“How much did this guy drink? Is he right in the head? What is he saying? There’s no way he means to say these things! He’s not that kind! Who’s he trying to fool? I better translate his words the way they were supposed to be and as well as add a few things of my own to spice things up!”
“I am truly sorry for the things that you are going to hear heroes, but this demon is threatening to kill my mommy if I don’t do as he says!” I said while looking as pathetic as I could (good thing that he was not even paying attention to me and only focusing on the brunette).
“I am now translating to you his exact words. Filthy pigs! You’ve got some balls coming here to my dungeon to challenge me, the Bloody Dragon, the General of the Demonic Army Hitoshi Kurosawa! Tell me your names so I will know what to write on your gravestones, motherf*ckers!”
“Tell that piece of shit not to talk about my mama and that he is the one that is going to die here today! Tell him to release us at once or it will be hell to pay! Got it kid? Tell him that!” the blond guy that seemed to be the leader, told me to translate that to boss. Ho,ho,ho this is going to be epic!
“ Boss that guy told me to say to you to go f*ck yourself, that they are not giving you their names. Oh and he also told me to tell you that your father was probably into bestiality to mate with a goat and have you as child! He demands to be released or that you will die here today”
HITOSHIS’ POV
My brow twitched, I was being kind here and this guy wanted to play insults about mothers? Well if it was any other day I would take him up on his offer. Even if Harry Porker was indeed far superior to me when it came to cursing, still being in his company for so long, I too had caught up a thing or two when it comes to swearing!
But now was not the time. The future Mrs Kurosawa was watching me closely, although was there a hint of amusement in her eyes? Nah, that was probably my idea I thought as I returned my attention to the chubby vampire.
“Harry tell them not to be afraid, I will not harm anyone of them! I just want to know their names and to talk to them! Now translate this to them!”
SACHIKO’S (the priestess) POV
Although, my knowledge of the demonic language is quite limited, I was still sure that the little kid next to the Demon General was not an innocent victim as he presented himself to us.
He was totally messing the translation! He took the kind words of his master (that’s what I have concluded him to be) and twisted them.
From the things I understood, was that his master was saying hello to us, he was welcoming us, asking to know our names and the reason for us being here.
Yet, what that kid had told us that he said was quite the opposite! At first, it was quite amusing to see the General speaking and the chubby kid paraphrasing everything. I was curious to see where all this would lead!
But as the discussion kept going on I began to be certain of one thing. If the cute little chubby kid continued to translate the way he was, our death was coming near !