Opening: Oga's Bad Morning
The sun rose. Birds chirped. Cicadas screamed. And Oga Tatsumi looked like death itself.
Dark circles sat under his eyes, his hair was sticking out in every direction, and his scowl could have curdled milk.
"Dammit," he muttered, glaring at his own hand.
There, on the back of his palm, was a jagged black mark, pulsating faintly with green energy.
Beel sat on his shoulder, drooling happily like nothing was wrong.
Narrator voice boomed:
"The mark of Zebel. The symbol of the Demon Lord's contract. A terrifying, eternal bond... tattooed on the hand of an unwilling delinquent who'd rather be sleeping."
Oga jabbed at it with a finger. "What the hell is this crap? Looks like a bad henna job."
From behind, a familiar silky voice chimed in. "Oh, but it's far more permanent, Tatsumi."
Kogen stood in the doorway, dressed elegantly as always, his smile serene, his presence somehow both beautiful and unsettling. Hilda followed, arms crossed.
The Explanation
Hilda, ever the blunt one, laid it out:
"That, Oga Tatsumi, is the Zebel Spell. A seal binding you as the young master's parent and vessel. The stronger you become, the larger it grows. Eventually, it will cover your entire body. A fitting brand for the father of the next Demon Lord."
Oga's jaw dropped. "WHAT!? No way! Nope! I'm not lettin' some evil tattoo crawl all over me!"
Kogen chuckled, sipping his tea. "My, how you detest it already. That look on your face—delightful. Like a puppy forced to wear a leash."
"SHUT UP!" Oga roared, shaking his fist.
Furuichi barged in then, waving his arms. "Wait wait wait—if that's true, Oga, you're basically like... a demon battery now, right? So the more you fight, the stronger Beel gets? That's... actually really badass."
"I DON'T WANT IT TO BE BADASS!" Oga snapped. "I don't want it at all!"
Beel giggled, sparking faint electricity, which immediately zapped Oga through his mark. He collapsed, twitching.
Narrator, deadpan: "Truly, the mark of fatherhood is a painful one."
Oga's Brilliant (?) Idea
After recovering, Oga stood tall with determination.
"Fine. If fighting makes the mark bigger, then I'll just stop fighting. No fights, no growth. Problem solved."
Hilda gave him a look like he'd just declared he could stop the tide. "Do you truly believe that's possible... in this school?"
Kogen laughed softly, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. "Oh, please, Hilda. Let him try. Watching him attempt pacifism in Ishiyama High will be... delicious theater."
Oga clenched his teeth. "Don't mock me! I'll show you all. Not one fight today. Watch me!"
Cue narrator: "It was at this exact moment that fate, once again, decided to slap Oga Tatsumi in the face."
Enter: Himekawa
Elsewhere, Tatsuya Himekawa, third of the Big Four, was plotting.
The slick-haired, sunglasses-wearing rich boy leaned back in his leather chair, smirking as his lackeys gathered around.
"We'll kidnap Oga's... 'friends.' That'll force him out. And then, I'll crush him. Rich men always get what they want."
He flicked through photos spread on the table. Hilda's gothic glare. Furuichi's goofy smile. And—
Kogen's portrait. Graceful, elegant, smiling with dangerous allure.
Himekawa froze. His sunglasses slipped down his nose.
"Wha... what is this angelic beauty...?"
His lackeys leaned in. "Uh, boss, that's one of Oga's weird demon friends, right?"
Himekawa slammed the table. "Silence! This isn't 'weird,' this is divine perfection! Those eyes, that smile—! I must have him!"
His men exchanged worried glances.
Thus, Himekawa's plan expanded. "Kidnap Hilda, Furuichi... and that exquisite creature Kogen. Yes. Then Oga will come crawling."
The Kidnapping
The attack came fast.
Hilda and Kogen had just stepped out with Beel, Furuichi trailing along nervously, when a van screeched up.
Thugs poured out. One grabbed Furuichi by the collar, another two went for Hilda, and a whole squad rushed toward Kogen.
Kogen sighed, brushing invisible dust from his sleeve. "How uncouth. Do they not know it's rude to touch without permission?"
Hilda pulled out her parasol weapon, frowning. "Annoying pests."
Before either could retaliate, a smoke bomb filled the air. Beel sneezed, sparks flying. When the smoke cleared, the van was gone. So were Hilda, Furuichi, Kogen... and the baby.
Oga's Discovery
Hours later, Alaindelon popped out of nowhere, his creepy face stretching from a wall. "Oga-kun! Trouble! Big trouble!"
Oga nearly punched him on instinct. "What the hell now!?"
"They've taken Hilda-san, Furuichi-kun... and Kogen-san. The young master too!"
Oga's face darkened instantly. "WHAT!?"
The Hostage Scene
Inside Himekawa's mansion, the three hostages sat tied to chairs. Furuichi was already panicking.
"Why is it always me!? I didn't sign up for this delinquent life!"
Hilda glared daggers at their captors, unamused.
Kogen, however, looked utterly serene, legs crossed elegantly, smiling faintly even as ropes bound him. Beel sat in his lap, babbling.
Himekawa swaggered in, fixing his sunglasses.
"Welcome, honored guests. Apologies for the rough handling, but such is the price of beauty."
He strutted toward Kogen, leaning close. "Especially you. My, my... Oga doesn't deserve such radiance at his side. Why not leave that brute and join me? I could offer you riches beyond imagination."
Kogen tilted his head, his smile dangerous. "My, how bold. But mistaken. Riches bore me. And men like you... flatter poorly."
Himekawa flushed, half-offended, half-entranced. He reached out, fingers twitching toward Kogen's cheek.
Kogen's eyes gleamed with sharp humor. "Ah... this grows annoying. Perhaps I should end this farce now..."
Oga Arrives
The doors slammed open.
Oga stomped in, fists clenched, aura blazing.
"YOU BASTARDS—!!"
His eyes immediately zeroed in on Himekawa's hand hovering near Kogen's face. Something inside him snapped.
"You..." his voice shook with rage. "...get your filthy hands OFF him!"
Everyone froze. Even Hilda blinked in surprise.
Oga lunged, grabbing one thug and hurling him through a table. Another rushed him; Oga crushed him with a single punch. The mark on his hand glowed brighter with every blow.
Himekawa panicked, pulling out his ceramic plate trick.
"Go ahead, punch me! You'll break your hand before you touch me!"
Oga roared, slamming his fist into Himekawa's gut. The plate shattered like paper. Himekawa flew across the room, crashing into a wall.
"DON'T—TOUCH—MY—PEOPLE!" Oga bellowed, electricity surging through him from the Zebel Spell.
The Stun Rod
Desperate, Himekawa pulled out his stun rod, jamming it into Oga's side.
Sparks exploded—yet Oga stood firm, growling through clenched teeth.
"Pathetic."
With Beel's power surging through him, Oga grabbed Himekawa by the collar and slammed him into the ground. Sparks burst everywhere.
When the dust settled, Himekawa was out cold, twitching.
Aftermath
Oga panted, wiping blood from his lip. The mark on his hand pulsed ominously, larger than before.
He turned, only to find Kogen already free, ropes shredded like ribbons. Beel rested calmly against his shoulder.
Kogen smirked, voice dripping with amusement. "Oh my. You beat him before I even lifted a finger. How protective of you, Tatsumi."
Oga bristled. "Shut up. I just couldn't stand that creep laying hands on you. That's all."
"Mmhm," Kogen hummed, clearly unconvinced, brushing a strand of hair from Beel's forehead.
Hilda dusted herself off, unimpressed. "Honestly, humans and their pathetic weapons..."
Furuichi crawled out from behind a sofa. "Why do I even hang out with you people!?"
Alaindelon appeared from the wall. "Time to go home, everyone!"
Closing Scene
Back at the Oga household, things settled. Hilda put Beel to bed. Furuichi limped home.
Oga sat outside on the steps, staring at his glowing hand. The memory of his rage still burned in his chest.
He muttered, "Why... why'd I get so pissed off just seeing that bastard touch Kogen? Even Furuichi gets smacked around and I just laugh it off... so why him...?"
Kogen appeared behind him, quiet for once. He sat gracefully at Oga's side, gazing at the moon.
Neither spoke for a while.
Finally, Kogen said, softly: "Curious, isn't it? The heart often reacts before the mind can explain."
Oga glanced at him, confused, cheeks heating. He looked away quickly.
"Tch. Whatever. Don't say weird crap like that."
But he couldn't deny it. Something about that moment in Himekawa's mansion had lit a fire inside him... a fire he didn't understand.
Narrator, smug as ever:
"And thus, Oga Tatsumi found himself in a new battle. Not against delinquents... but against the storm brewing in his own chest."