This choice: "Becomes the gassiest demon in the Netherworld!" • Go Back...Chapter #6"Becomes the gassiest demon in the Netherwo... by: Godot   Unfortunately for the Prinny, the moment he set foot in Etna's room, the demon awoke.
"Who the hell is there?" She threw a javelin that landed right in front of the poor Prinny, who was sweating bullets. But thankfully, this Prinny was a quick thinker. And reached into his satchel, and pulled a mug out, pouring the brown potion into the little coffee mug, and falling to his knees.
"Master Etna dood, forgive me!" He was trembling, holding the mug of potion on a silver tray, "I was just getting you a mug of refreshing coffee for when you woke up!"
Etna smiled, and took the mug, "Aren't you a wonderful little idiot? It's nice to finally get some realy service around here, I might just not dock your pay this week!"
She took one sip of the potion, and her expression flashed into anger. Before the Prinny could run, she had planted an axe into his head.
"You clod! This coffee's cold! How am I suppose to drink this? It's bad enough you didn't put whipped cream or chocolate shavings on here, but really!?"
"I'm sorry master Etna, dood, please forgive me!"
She smacked her lips for a moment, and brought the mug to her mouth again, "But it is a refreshing blend. Where did you get it?"
"Um, the Sea of Gehenna?" He was lying through his beak of course but Etna bought it. She gulped down the rest of the cup, and tossed the mug at the Prinny, where it shattered on his head.
"Wonderful, now leave me alone before I kill you." She said, before rolling over in her bed. The Prinny was horrified by how honest that threat probably was, but he was also feeling pretty great about how well that his plan was falling into place.
Etna lay there, in her comfy little bed, and without warning, her bowels clenched, and her entire room filled with the sound of her stomach gurgling. She curled up, in pain, and rolled in bed until she ended up with her face buried in her pillow and her rear in the air. And finally, she erupted. A thick plume of sulfur reeking gas poured out of her butt with a thunderous blare and drowned the room in a noxious stench. Etna suddenly sat up, farting again, she looked around for a moment, and was certain she was the only one in the room. She quietly lifted her leg and let out another burbling jet of gas, cringing at the release.
Well, needless to say, she  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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