A/N: Hello everyone! Um…so it's been… (wince)A VERY LONG TIME. I'm so SORRY it took me so long, I had to get in the mood to write in this fandom again after starting all the other stories . Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and thank you so much for your support and patience! I never knew people still liked this story! T_T :)

ANSWERS TO REVIEWS:

IAmAmazing326: Thank you, I'm still trying to get the hang of writing Urushihara.

Davie232: Heh, who knows, maybe they will both get them at the same time ;)

Emilia Setsuya: Thank you so much! :3 I'm so very sorry it took this long, time flies so fast and at some points I forgot about it and…inspiration wouldn't strike .

Fredrickson the 96th: Eheh, sorry about that (tho I take that as a compliment lol) Honestly, I wanted to wait until I get inspiration to not post a completely shitty chapter (I hope it worked somewhat)

The Demon King's Feast Part 1

Previously on "The Devil's Life as a Part-Timer"...

As Ashiya sprinted to the store, he was thankful for his demonic stamina and endurance, he wasn't so sure if he would survive running so fast and for so long as a human. He dodged incoming shoppers as he practically flew into the grocery store, a small building reasonably well stocked and open longer than some others nearby.

Ashiya quickly found the correct isles for milk products and eggs. He was pleasantly surprised when he saw a discount reading to buy three carton boxes of eggs and get fifty percent off. He had tears of happiness in his eyes as he quickly filled his basket with the goods.

Next came finding the rice, he quickly took a package of milk before rounding the corner and what he saw next made him freeze in his tracks.

Ashiya could feel the blood pumping in his ears as he suddenly felt a familiar but uneasy feeling settle into the pit of his stomach upon seeing it.

It was a human male, seemingly innocently searching for a bag of toast. He was tall, nearly as tall as Ashiya himself and wore a dark hoodie with a long dark jacket reaching till his knees, the hoodie was pulled over the person's head, one hand in his pocket as he reached for the toast with the other.

Ignoring the tingling sensations running up and down his spine, Ashiya moved passed him silently, grabbing rice along the way and heading to buy frozen French fries before heading for the cashier.

He didn't see the stranger looking at him from the corner of his eyes.

Counting the money in his hands, Ashiya smiled at the kind woman and gave her the money when she repeated the price that was already written on a small green screen. Taking the receipt with him and putting it into his bag, Ashiya walked calmly out of the grocery store turning in the opposite direction of where he previously came from.

The stranger followed him.

The strange man was just about to turn a corner he saw Ashiya disappear behind when the general himself suddenly appeared right behind him, gaze cutting as he held the stranger by the throat as blunt, human nails dug into the skin of his neck.

The stranger tensed and Alciel's gaze narrowed, demonic aura flaring in warning, he spoke in fluent Ente Islan, suspecting who the stranger was, "You've been following me, why? I suggest you speak the truth or it will be the last thing that you'll ever speak again," aura flaring again in warning, Alciel frowned and waited.

Carefully, the man pulled back the hoodie and Ashiya blinked, stark white hair greeted him along with a tanned face.

"How odd, Satan's demon general has been said to have lost his edge while being trapped in the human world with his weak king," the demon grinned but frowned when Alciel's grip around his throat tightened in warning.

"Watch your mouth, messenger, or I shall gladly return your soul to the darkest hole you've crawled from in heaven," the creature sighed again before relaxing, signaling for Ashiya to release him. Ashiya reluctantly did so and allowed the seemingly human figure in front of him to turn around.

Messy white hair accompanied cobalt blues and Ashiya's gaze narrowed, "Speak. What does a mere messenger of God do in the realm of mortals? I thoughts angels were prohibited from meddling with human affairs," Ashiya seized him up, not detecting an immediate threat, for now.

The angel snorted, snarling in Ente Islan, "Pathetic demon. I was forced to enter the mortal realm by your doings alone," the angel's hands curled into fists and he finally answered Ashiya's question, "Michael has been in a rage over Lucifer's recent doings in supporting Satan's army during his war against the humans. He may have been exiled from Heaven but his punishment has yet to be granted,"

Ashiya frowned, inwardly cursing Lucifer for all his stupid decisions up until now before speaking again, "Michael? He is an archangel himself, why does he have anything to say against Lucifer's own doings?"

The angel narrowed his eyes, biting his bottom lip, "Are you not informed, devil? Michael has been accepted again among our own. He has taken Lucifer's place as God's favorite and is planning on waging a war against Satan again." A smirk curled his lips, twisting the angel's features into a sneer reminiscent of a devil's, "Unfortunately, Satan has been missing from Ente Isla and Michael has grown impatient to wait. Tell your sire and Lucifer if they shall not accept Michael's challenge, then he shall wreak havoc over Ente Isla and all demons inhabiting it." the snarl that came from the angel could have likely come from a devil and Ashiya growled in response.

"Why you-!" the angel evaded Ashiya's swipe and extended his wings, soaring up into the sky with the melodious chuckle angels were known for.

Glaring at the dark sky, Ashiya grit his teeth, contemplating what to do. He should definitely tell his Lord and Lucifer what just transpired, but what of his sire's plans of becoming MgRonald's manager?

Ashiya gathered his groceries and quickly ran toward Dullahan, mounting the bike and trying to figure out what to do. Michael was known to possess quite a temper for an angel and he was sure to make his threat a reality should Satan and Lucifer not answer to his challenge. But they were weak, they didn't have enough magic left to travel to Ente Isla, much less fight an army of angels with Michael as their leader.

They needed more time and they needed magic.

Speeding up, Ashiya ignored the fierce burning in his legs, clutching the groceries protectively with one hand while shakily driving from left to right toward home with the other.

The guests would be arriving soon, should he immediately tell Satan? No…it would ruin the evening. But this was important, guests or not he had to inform him of the upcoming threat and Lucifer too. That Lucifer...

Skidding to a stop, narrowly avoiding a painful collision with the wall, Ashiya quickly parked Dullahan and chained him to one of the metal poles before making his way toward the stairs.

He stopped when he saw a large figure shrouded in shadows beneath the stairs, the figure spoke, and he immediately recognized who it was, "Ah, I see you've done some night shopping today,"

"Miss Shiba!" Ashiya quickly composed himself, offering his landlady a small smile, "Ah, yes, I believe so." He noted the cool temperature outside, "Pardon me, but I don't think it's wise to be outside at this time of night, you might catch a cold," the woman only hummed in response.

Ashiya contemplated to sneakily walk up the stairs and warn his master, until the woman spoke again, her words a mystery, "It seems like a storm is brewing," she stepped into the moonlight and Ashiya could have sworn her eyes glowed like a demon's.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Ashiya found his voice again, "A storm?" he looked up at the cloudless sky, "I doubt the weather forecast mentioned anything about a storm tonight…"

The landlady hummed again and Ashiya watched her disappear into the darkness again, her words still baffling him, "Perhaps it is not the weather you should be afraid of," her figure disappeared back into her own home, her words leaving a perplexed demon behind.

Ashiya frowned, "What did she mean?" he had been slightly suspicious of their landlady's odd remarks, "Could it be…she is from Ente Isla as well?" shaking his head, deciding this mystery is to be solved at a later date, Ashiya quickly ascended the stairs.

When he finally unlocked the door to the apartment, he was greeted with disaster.

Maou and Urushihara sitting at the table, the master peeling an apple while the angel brat was stealing pieces of the cut slices from his master's plate-

"WHY IS THE APPARTMENT NOT CLEANED?! OUR GUESTS WILL BE COMING SOON!" all thoughts of his previous encounter flew out the window when Ashiya quickly set the groceries on the table and grabbed the mop from the bathroom, quickly applying squeezing a small slice of leftover lemon over its moist surface to add freshness before furiously scrubbing the floors like a man possessed.

Maou blinked, apple slice sticking from his mouth as his gaze zeroed in on Urushihara, "You said Ashiya already cleaned,"

The former angel shrugged, "He cleans every day, what difference does a day make…" he was about to pop another slice into his mouth until it was suddenly snapped right from the air.

When a violent force shove him to his feet and something firm and long was pressed into his hands, "SCRUB!" Ashiya's finger was threateningly poised between the space of his eyebrows before the man set to work on opening the windows to let fresh air in so the floor dried quicker, "Sire! Please follow me to the bedroom, we need a change of wardrobe!"

Maou swallowed down the last of the fruit, raising an eyebrow as he got up and curiously followed his friend and former general into the smaller room, "…Wardrobe?"

Ashiya rummaged through their shared closet, throwing out three identical-looking, black suits along with matching white dress shirts, "Hey, wait, since when do we have these?" Maou picked one up that looked close to his size, inspecting it critically as Ashiya frantically lifted his own shirt over his head.

"I've allowed myself the liberty of saving some money in order to purchase them! I've seen commercials showing men wearing such fine garments to dinners and other formal gatherings, we absolutely cannot allow ourselves to walk like mere peasents to such events!" Maou had never before seen Ashiya change so quickly, then again, it wasn't like they used to change into their armors together back in Ente Isla.

Now that he thought about it, there were very rare instances where they weren't wearing their armors. He distantly remembered sleeping in them as well, due to nightly raids or attempts at his life and his 'always ready for battle' mentality.

Maou froze when his friend looked at him, dress shirt buttoned and grabbing a pair of fresh socks, "What are you waiting for sire?! The ladies are ought to arrive at any time now!"

Maou sighed, "Don't worry Ashiya, I told them to come at six," he smiled, settling his hands on his hips confidently.

A pregnant pause settled between the two men, Ashiya frozen halfway into putting on a white sock when his eyes zeroed in on the small clock on the wall, "…It's five o'clock…"

Maou's eye twitched, "…Dinner isn't ready…"

"DINNER ISN'T READY!" both Ashiya and Maou screamed, causing Urushihara to slam open the door.

"Why the hell are you screaming?! That old hag will come back up and beat me with her broom aga-"

Urushihara stopped, looking at the scene before them, "Look, I know we sorta got dethroned and stripped of our powers and titles and everything, but I'm not going into the stripping business, forget it. You see this puny human body? Maybe with my angel one, I would have had no problem, but this just doesn't cut it," he crossed his arms with a grimace and silence settled over the trio.

Ashiya threw his belt at his face, "ARE YOU DONE CLEANING YOU FOOL?!"

Urushihara groaned from his position on the floor, an angry red welt on his forehead from where the belt hit him, "Argh, yes you stupid ass! Just calm down already!" he picked himself up off the floor, glaring at Maou, "Why don't you stop him?!"

Maou speed-dressed himself quickly during their brief skirmish, pulling on the black business pants, "Well, he's right! We don't have much time until the girls will get here and dinner isn't even done! Come on, get dressed and let's get to cooking!" he threw the pants designated for his smaller size at the fallen angel before hurrying after Ashiya, who was already making noises in the kitchen.

Urushihara stared at the black fabric in his hands, far softer than the belt had been and groaned, "I should have apologized to the old man, after all," with an exasperated sigh, Urushihara begrudgingly started taking off his clothes.

Chiho smiled happily, "I think it looks great on you Rika!" the girl giggled from her perch sitting on the arm of the couch, while Emilia frowned from her position not too far away on the chair, a small coffee table separating them.

They were at Rika's, waiting for her to put together her own outfit for the evening.

Emi herself didn't particularly put much thought into it, at least if asked, but she did search through her closet more than twice since she came home and had brushed her hair at least twice as much if not more. It was just an invitation to a simple dinner by none other than Lord Douchebag himself, it wasn't anything special or fancy or anything.

No need to doll up.

Emi sighed when Rika came out of her room, "Rika…I told you it's nothing formal, it's just a get together with…" she almost didn't want to say it, "…friends who will eat together, it's not a big deal!" she crossed her arms, eyeing the outfit her friend wore critically.

Rika pouted, placing her hands on her hips, over the lavender, knee-length dress she was wearing, "So what? Who says a simple dinner with friends can't be fancy? Since Maou invited us over to their house, I don't think it will be food they got from MgRonalds so it might get a bit classy, who knows? Right Chiho?" she smiled at the smaller girl.

Chiho grinned, "Right! Besides, since it's Mr. Maou, it definitely will be a great evening!" ignoring the fact the girl working with the former demon king seemed to miss the question, Emi eyed her state of dress.

And felt rage bubbling slowly in her chest, like a slow burning fire.

She eyed the way the buttons of her dark red blouse stretched over her breasts.

….like a simmering flame kindling back to life…

She scowled at the way the tight leggings she wore accentuated her small but curvy legs.

…like a roaring forest fire burning everything in its wake…

Emi gripped the edge of her seat and dug her nails in at the way Chiho had done up her hair, perfectly brushed, perfectly styled, perfectly-

"Uh, Emi, are you okay? You're kind of destroying my furniture," Rika rose an eyebrow curiously at the way Emilia was death gripping the chair.

The hero immediately straightened, smiling innocently at her friend, "Oh, it's nothing! Just uh…nervous I guess for dinner!" that was a lie, but it was better than telling her real thoughts of sending Chiho away to Ente Isla, or just some other dimension really far away.

A devilish look crossed Rika's features, "Ah, I see, is it maybe because of a certain handsome devil?" she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and the brief mention of the demon had Emi tuning out the rest of the sentence.

She jumped up from her chair, "What?! How did you figure it out?!" her eyes flew open, thousands of thoughts running through her mind how Rika possibly discovered Maou's real identity.

Was it the eyes? His eyes did look demonic. Was it his smile? He did have a creepy smile whenever he was plotting how to overthrow SFC!

It was his personality, it just had to be-!

"Oh my god, don't tell me I was right all along?! You actually like him?!" Rika's excited squeal snapped the hero out of her internal panic attack.

Her shoulders slumped in confusion, "I…wait, what?" she blinked.

Liked? Like who? What was Rika talking about?

The girl grabbed her friend's shoulders and practically shouted into her face, "Ohh, I knew those "meetings" you two had were actually dates! I knew you liked Maou! I mean, it was obvious since you started ditching me for him, but after I actually saw you two together it really clicked! You-"

Emilia quickly shook her head, "Wait, wait, wait! What?! Me and Maou?! Where did you get that idea?!" and why was her stomach doing uncomfortable flips? She must be getting sick from the mere thought of liking that demon.

Rika's glee evaporated like steam, "But…didn't you just…admit it?" her hands dropped from her friend's shoulders and she sighed, "Oh bummer, I thought you could finally be an item and go on dates and stuff," she crossed her arms in disappointment.

Emi quickly recovered from her initial surprise, "H-Hey, wait, what about you and Ashiya, huh? If Maou and I are such a great couple then you and Ashiya are even better! We could even go on double dates isn't that right, Rika?" Emi grinned viciously.

A fleeting thought entered her mind about what in the world she was talking about, but it was gone the second she saw the pink cheeks of her friend, "Aha! So you thought about it, huh?!"

Rika turned around to hide her flaming face, pouting stubbornly, "Of course not! Don't be ridiculous! I don't even know him that well!"

During their argument, none of them noticed the still form of Chiho now laying on the couch, having fallen over from hearing the heart-crushing possibility of Emilia actually being in love with Maou.

Tonight was going to be very interesting.

Tonight was going to be an absolute disaster!

"DO NOT PUT THE WHOLE ONION INSIDE THE POT YOU PEA-BRAINED IMBECILE!" Ashiya quickly prevented the worst by catching the onion mid-air, elbowing the purple haired male aside to save his soup in time.

Urushihara roared, "Hey! What's the big idea?! I've seen this in cooking shows idiot! They put the onion in the soup to make its flavor stronger with the vegetables!" Ashiya, who easily towered over the fallen angel, grit his teeth down at him.

"That is only when making a consommé or a bouillon soup! And since we make neither we shouldn't even consider putting an onion in there! Why did you even peel one?!" Ashiya was at his wit's end, while Maou was calmly cutting the last of the carrots on a cutting board and dumping them in the slowly cooking broth for the soup.

Urushihara pointed at the former demon king behind Ashiya, "Maou said to peel one!"

The raven-haired male turned his head innocently, "I thought we were cooking filet mignon,"

Ashiya turned around to face him, "BUT WE DON'T HAVE ANY MEAT!"

Before the blond's head could explode, Urushihara rose his hand, "What's a filet minion?"

Maou quickly held onto Ashiya's torso and pulled when the demon general was about to lung for the unsuspecting Urushihara, "It's filet mignon you uncultured you white winged bat!"

"Hey, who are you calling a bat you two legged horse?!"

Maou sighed.

Sorry it's so short, but I hope it was okay! And yes, Ashiya is a bit OOC ^.^ Originally, in the scene where Ashiya encounters a messenger of the angels, it was supposed to be Rika, but it wouldn't have made sense for her to go that far to the grocery store, so I had to change it. :3