#umbragard

[hahaplaceholderurl]

LIKE ANALS

-STAYS ASHAMED AT MY LIFE’S TYPOS.-

[hahaplaceholderurl]

■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■

拳 - “Baby Beel. Let’s get this woman a damn volcano so she can eat that already. The last damn spice bowl she had set part of the house on fire.”

[hahaplaceholderurl]

Enter A New Tale; Forward To the Gourmet World!

拳 - Just how long has it been since his nostrils had to inhale the city's dirty air? It happened to be a scent that Oga placed with home. Ishiyama, it happened to be the home of rising legends of supernatural degrees. Two of those said legends happened to take their first steps back upon the compacted asphalt and concrete. The very pair that were able to singhandedly unify the untameable streets that held a 120% delinquent populace; that Ishiyama.

All around through the scope of the city, familiar and unfamiliar faces would pick upon the presence that threatened to engulf the city with the first steps in. With a cloak donned upon his broadened shoulders, a demonic tyke in tow, along with food upon an 'immeasurable' capture level, there was only thing location in mind for them to press towards. Ishiyama's grand return had a sole location in mind. Just the thought made Oga already want to chuckle.

He could already imagined the pissed off face set to meet him.

It would be the doors of the Oga household creaked open a little after the crack of dawn. Judging from the erratic case of demonic power slithering around the household, someone was waiting for them. But what caught them off was another explosively strong energy waiting within. "Oi. That isn't your bratty brother Baby Beel, I wonder what's goin' on here." Kicking his shoes off at the front door, a light tap of the heel against the oak wood would ensure that it clasped shut once again.

"Before you go n' pull out that new secret weapon you got from the Beel's dumb old man, just know we come n' peace. Along with havin' a lil something for you." Those said gifts would be the two carefully wrapped bags in hand. The material alone was legendary in nature, especially if they intended to hold a particular gift without melting the entire city block. Wait, this wasn't the right way to introduce themselves, wasn't it? Beel already held a cheeky smile as a proud 'Aih!' burst from his lips. Damn right he was happy to be back home!

No matter how stubborn the older was, he couldn't deny that he was as well. It felt like they could truly unwind from that unforgiving plane known as the Gourmet World, at least for a little bit. Little time was wasted in approaching her. His lack of dress could wait for a bit longer, right? Oga felt damn comfortable in his own skin.

"We're back, Hilda. Heard from our teach you wasn't all too happy. ..And you had some big news for us at that."

[hahaplaceholderurl]

拳 – "Damn urge for some bacon been hitting like a freight train. Yo, Hilda. Why don't we nab some of that spicy junk you like?"

This was a surprisingly tame morning!?

[hahaplaceholderurl]

sword o3o

拳 – One couldn't even settle it to impulsive instincts that drove the delinquent male into action. It was genuine care and this far into the game it was well expected when it came to their bunch. The incoming attack of unholy proportions would haven't a glimmer of hope in aim of lacerating the skin of the Wet nurse, not when the lethal presence of equally angered father and child had their say with the language of fists.

Oga's vision had tunneled to the side of a blade enhanced youki draining properties, then the fact how an already weakened Hilda couldn't afford to take blow with that unique staggering property. Their raid into one of the various Solomon divisions in Hell had become one of their biggest trials to date. Even with all they gathered, learned and how much their thrived, a frustrating gap still remained to endlessly test them.

More than that, it was more than prepared to take their life.

"Keh-- Hilda!" It would begin as a faint spark of voltage before the attacker's eyes, before the actual sight of the father/son duo would appear a split moment after. Drenched within an oppressive golden aura, it would be bare knuckles amplified with the force of a demon prince holding the axe's edge at bay. The special properties were already at work and Oga could feel the unique effect sapping away at his and Beel's reserves, despite the fact they managed to stop the attack to a standstill.

Yet that would do little for the severity of this man's actions. They already caught a good look at the offender's face, how had been long since drooling at the opportunity to sap away Hilda's power, as if she was a morsel upon a plate for her to greedily devour. With the fact alone he seen her in this light, a crushing pressure would begin to weigh on the man even in the midst of the draining process. That alone had taken him by surprise.

"Wh.. wha..!?" A cold nervousness would spiral through his veins at what happened to awaken. Naturally all Intel including the young prince, his contractor and allies had been tallied. Yet no amount of information would be adequate in comparison to the sight before his eyes. To this malicious power that permeated the air, threatening to strangle him even without the assistance of the contractor's hand. A shrinking will had caused the power to shift, for Oga's hand to raise the blade higher and further away from harm's way.

"Bastard."

Just the sound of Oga's mildly distorted tone had caused the figure to snap to a fearful realization, then to begin the fight for his life. No amount of pushing, power amplifying or raw will would make Oga's hand budge, not anymore. Just for a brief second their eyes would cross, in that same time, that's when this bout would be finished. They needed to tend to Hilda's exhaustion after all.

"Say goodbye to your afterlife."

What would join this man's death throes would be the howl of lightning, the merciless quake of thunder and the rupturing explosion of the building's structure as a column of lightning shot skyward.

This would be the example to anyone foolish enough to mess with those important to them.