#zkuhe

[parttimersatan]

“It seems really easy to seduce a certain general of mine...”

( @zkuhe )

[parttimersatan]

It was not a common event anymore to find new people from Ente Isla, everything seemed to have calmed down recently, but that was not to say she was not curious when she felt the slight magical presence, especially when she recognized it. The curiosity diminished a bit when she noticed where said presence came from- oh great. Yet she still entered the building, looking around, glad she was not in her MgRonalds uniform currently.

“Why here of all places....?”

( zkuhe )

[epekalxpave-blog]

zkuhe

“...” Emeralda’s blank and listless stare had been going on for a while; She wasn’t a fan of chicken, in all honesty. Poultry had never been her favorite food; She much preferred seafood herself. But it was Emilia asking, and she’d insisted that Eme not go to MgRonald’s, which, while finding still finding it silly, Emeralda had agreed to. Giving up, the magician approached the counter with the same lethargic expression, before giving the attendant a quizzical glance. “I’m not really a fan of chicken, but if you had to recommend something, what would it be?”

[overlordatwork--archive]

zkuhe

Maou felt strange, and uncomfortable in this place. Entering enemy territory always came with two things. A sense of danger, like he could be identified at any second, and a perverse feeling. Being among those who only sought to hinder, and disrupt his way of life made his stomach churn. But... he could’ve sworn that he’d felt a familiar energy source the other day. And so, he had found himself deep in the trenches of those who opposed him. He had found himself...

In the Sentucky Fried Chicken, located just down the street from the MgRonalds at which he was employed.

Dressed in the blonde he had bought at a Halloween store, he thought it was from some manga he had heard about... Entirely Tin Mage, or something, he couldn’t quite remember, as well as using a spell to alter his eye color, Maou had entered the forbidden place, and approached the counter, feeling the presence getting stronger, until he was certain.

“Adramelech? Is that you?”