Spin-off: Four Demonly Kings
Interlude canon(s): Emily H The Viking Princess
Part 1 of: Vacation arc
In which the Four Demonly Kings embark on their Scandinavia vacation and find it not quite as they expected.
Warning for explicit content present in the original story: explicit sex and sexual abuse. The writer of this blog does not endorse the views in the work of fiction parodied in this entry.
This arc is not a mission. The agents will not interfere with the course of the original's plot, nor will they charge or kill any of its characters.
The story Emily H The Viking Princess was authored by emilyh96 and they're welcome to keep or do anything they want with it.
Emily H The Viking Princess
this story is something ive been working on for some time now, its kinda a mix of my dreams and just some improv. i hope you fiend the hidden message in it and it helps you in your life.
this is the first story im putting up so only good revues, if you dont like it then just dont read it, but im sure you will like it, its kinda a love action story with some pretty cool twists.
"Emily H the Viking Princess"
it was the 16 hundreads, the time of the vikings (not the base ball team), my name is Emily h im 15 and a half years young.
Moments after setting foot into the Word World Haruko pointed them to for their Otomeshiya-sponsored vacation, that the Four Demonly Kings had the shock of their lives would be a gross understatement.
It was certainly a Scandinavian setting, like Haruko promised. Alas, she had however neglected to mention that it was Scandinavia in the Viking age… in the 16 hundreads. The environment all round the agents was an anachronistic mess that would send any historian into a fit of frothing frenzy: a village of confused architecture, cobbled from bits and scraps of ancient Scandinavian, Greco-Roman, medieval European, Victorian, with even fast-food restaurants dotting here and there. Along the roads – an uneven patchwork of dirt, cobblestone and asphalt – Vikings in shockingly shoddy costumes went about their day, some on foot and some in cars. The sight rather resembled a low-quality counterfeit of a low-quality isekai setting.
Yet reeling, the agents firstly tried gaining back even vestiges of their sanity in a nearby eatery. There they sat at their table amidst rowdy Vikings like helpless seafarers stranded on a tiny island in violently stormy waters, struggling to focus on the food.
"EMILY, get your ass over to table 4 they need there drinks" said my boss mancy, she was a mean old viking, tuffer than a lot of worriers, one time i saw her beat a viking in to the ground just for making a
rude remark about her face. but she pais me well and i know she loved me like a daughter.
"Inatchi, ya alright there?" Urato asked around a mouthful of bread and roast. "Ya ain't touchin' any o' da food. Imma eat all yo' food if ya don't hurry up."
"Go right ahead, I have no appetite right now," said Inasuke flatly as he sipped from the carrot juice Momoka had brought with her. "What on earth is this place? Can we go home now, please?"
Momoka gave no answer, nor had she touched any of the food. She uneasily stared at Kaguya; he had been silent as a rock since the four set foot in the story. She had practically pulled him along as though he was luggage with feet, so unresponsive was he, and now she had yet to draw a single reaction from him. He stared blankly forward, his gaze empty. The badly written Word World was certainly scrambling his mind, she figured.
And then the four heard a chillingly familiar voice, "Such an unprecedented surprise. I never thought I'd meet you foolish humans here."
Urato almost choked on a mouthful of food; he luckily swallowed just in time before he barked, "You again, Usagi? Aincha supposed to be in Paris? Whatcha doin' here? Whaddya want?"
"Kid, when will you get it through your head that it's U-su-a-sa-gi?" said the blue-haired, white-clad yukinbo in a sea of unruly, noisy Vikings. "Who needs that Paris nonsense when this is indeed a much better vacation spot? This world and its chilly climate is just the thing for me to conserve my spiritual energy and train. Soon that seat in the Seven Wonders will be mine, and you shall all bow before…"
A whole roasted chicken flew at Arare and hit his face at full force. He briefly stumbled backwards, the bird slid onto his robe before falling to the floor, leaving a greasy stain upon the white fabric.
Much to the shock of the other three Demonly Kings, Kaguya shot up from his seat and stormed towards Arare. In his hand was an empty plate where the roasted chicken once was. "You vile, disgusting scum of the earth!" Kaguya roared like an enraged beast. The other three only grew more confused: his words were perfectly intelligible, unlike the ugly noises he often made in his "angry mode". "You won first place instead of us, and yet you don't bother putting it to good use? Are you intentionally showing up here just to rile us up? You're not getting away with this!"
But before Kaguya could land a single hit, he found himself unable to move; his wrists and ankles felt bound by invisible, ice-cold threads. Before him, Arare smugly grinned. "Behold my newly developed technique. You are my puppet as long as you remain bound by these threads woven from my icy breath. Besides, my being here is not my idea; I'm here on orders from the leader of the Seven Wonders. Now that I have a perfect training environment and can inflict more misery on you pathetic humans, this vacation is getting quite interesting. She really is wise to send me here."
Arare retracted his technique, and Kaguya instantly collapsed to the floor. Momoka rushed to his side, but the moment he was once again on his feet, the story around them took a turn for the dark.
one of them put his huge arme over my shoulders and said in rough voice how bout a kiss wench. i struggled to get free of his smelly arm but
wasnt strong enough, […] then i heard a voice say let the girl, i swear to you ill cut off your balls if you dont let her go scum! the man let me go and i dropped to the ground,
as i looked up seeming to be in slow motion, i saw him, the most beautyfull man i had ever seen.
[…]
the viking pig who had his arm around me grunted who are you to tell a caption what to do BOY!
The boorish shouting Viking first transformed into a pig, then into a floating line of text just before he drew his sword. The dashing hero coming to Emily's rescue was undaunted: he jumped and twirled in the air like an acrobat towards the berserk "caption", then drew his own long slender dark as night blade and with one flick halfed the captions sword. At the bizarre sight, Kaguya was visibly shaking from anger, as though nigh detonation. Momoka said, "Let's get out of here and find some place to stay."
