THE NEXT DAY
"DEMON LORD, I'VE COME TO TAKE YOUR HAND!" Van bellowed, brimming with valor as he burst into the throne room.
In his mind, his thoughts raged: 'YOU THINK I'D GIVE UP AFTER YOU KILLED ME ONCE, OH MY UNSWAYABLE, PURELY DEMONIC, NON-HUMAN WIFE THAT'S IMMUNE TO MAGUS'S PASSIVES!!?' His entire being was defined by a mix of depravity and desperation.
Sighing with irritation, the Demon Lord snapped, her fangs on display, "I'm really getting tired of this... These pranks!!!" She bellowed.
"And it's 'TAKE YOUR HEAD!!', not hand, you immature brats!!!" she corrected fiercely, her voice reverberating off the stone walls as she charged at him with blistering speed.
But this time, Van was ready.
He rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding her lethal strike.
'He dodged it? These brats are learning. Impressive... but still annoying!' she thought, frustration bubbling inside her.
"DEMON LORD, I DID NOT MISPRONOUNCE THAT!! I HAVE COME TO TAKE YOUR HAND!!" Van insisted, kneeling and revealing a gleaming ring inside a small box.
"That damned Varlog... I thought he disciplined those brats... FOR THESE ILLUSIONS!!" she exclaimed, a blush spreading across her cheeks as her tail lashed out, piercing Van's heart as he knelt.
Van's figure shimmered and then faded, leaving behind only his echoing words and the abandoned ring on the cold stone floor, before it also dissipated.
"Haah... That's it. This is the second time I was interrupted, tormented by this prank showing me that brat from the hero's party... He wasn't that strong, but his audacity was notable, as much as I despise him and that cursed hero..!!" She fumed.
"VARLOG!! FIND THESE RUFFIANS..!!!" She bellowed to her advisor outside the throne room.
THE NEXT, NEXT DAY
"DEMON LORD!!!! I'VE COME TO TAKE YOU AS MINE!!! BEAR THIS RING AND MY CHILDREN!!!" Van roared as he burst through the doors during a strategic meeting with twelve demonic generals and their queen herself.
In his mind, a storm of thoughts raged: 'I'VE BEEN TOO LONG AND TOO MUCH TOO SHY TO SHOW MY FEELINGS TO A WOMAN IN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE. TO HELL WITH THOSE ASSHATS!!! I AM GOING TO MARRY THE DEMON LORD AND MAKE HER THE MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN, EVEN IF THAT'S THE LAST THING I DO!!! YOU WANNA WATCH!? FINE, I'LL PREPARE THE CUCK CHAIR FOR YOU, ASSHOLES!!! 14 YEARS IS TOO LONG!!!!'
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The Demon Lord's face flushed crimson, her mouth agape in shock as she stared at Van. The generals, a mix of confusion and amusement on their faces, exchanged glances.
"Oh... Isn't that one of the hero's party members...?"
"Ahh... I recognize him. He always wore this armor... Our Demon Lord's allure is still potent... It even affects our enemies," some murmured, chuckling among themselves.
"YOU DAMNED KIDS!!!! ENOUGH WITH THESE DAMN TRICKS!!!" she roared, unleashing a massive laser that pierced Van's stomach and shattered the meeting table, leaving the generals in shock. Van collapsed and quickly dissipated into nothing.
"Ha... Haa... That's IT!!! SEAL THE ENTIRE CASTLE WITH MAGIC UNTIL WE CATCH WHOEVER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THESE PRANKS!!! I WANT THEM TO RECEIVE 10,000 LASHES IN PUBLIC!!!!!!" she screamed, her fury sending shivers down the spines of the demonic generals.
The next, NEXT, NEXT DAY
"DEMON LOOOOOOOOOORDDDDD, I WISH TO BE YOUR HUSBAND!!! YOUR LOVING, LOVING HUSBAND!!!" Van's voice echoed as he kicked through the door, startling the Demon Lord during her breakfast with her advisor.
Both spat out their food in shock.
"WHAT!!!? BUT... NO ONE CAN USE MAGIC IN THE CASTLE!!! The runes we placed are so strong that even I can't use my own magic!!! WHO IS DOING THIS ILLUSION!!?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with anxiety as she turned to Varlog.
"I... I haven't the slightest idea, my lord!!" Varlog replied, his voice filled with anxiety.
"Haah..." She stood up, her expression a mix of anger and bafflement as she looked at the kneeling, armored figure.
"You..." she muttered, approaching him as he held out an open ring box.
"I don't know what you want, why you're here, or why you're doing this," she said slowly, her voice low.
"But I'll humor you. Assuming you're actually that weakling Van Hellix from the Hero party, why would I marry you?" she asked, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow in a mix of confusion and curiosity.
"AHHHH!!!! I'LL TELL YOU...!!!" He began.
"Sure. I'm waiting," she replied calmly.
"Uh..." Van stuttered, clearly caught off guard.
'Hmph. I knew it. When it comes down to it, he lacks the guts to—'
"So, you're taken, then?" he asked from within his helmet, looking up at her.
She blushed deeply. "N-NO!! It's not even a matter of—"
"Oh, thank goodness. Then, there's no reason for you to decline, huh? Just tell that advisor to prepare the wedding ceremony, we're wasting daylight. We still have our wedding night, too, so hurry up already," Van said casually.
"Such insolence...!!" Varlog muttered under his breath.
"Csche... Y-you... YOU...!!! YOU DAMN...!!! B-BASTARD...!!" Her blush deepened, and she then extended a finger and gently touched his helmet while looking away.
"Ahh!! You want me to put it on your finger then—" he started enthusiastically, but swiftly, she extended her sharp claw and pierced Van's head clean through the gap.
Once again, his body dissipated into nothingness, leaving only confusion and a lingering tension in the air.