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“COME FORTH, MY DARK DEVAS, FOR I HAVE TREAD THE FIELDS OF PERDITION TO ACQUIRE WORTHY OFFERINGS FOR YOU.”
But there was no response.
“Hello?”
Gundham tried not to be concerned, perhaps they were asleep. Or perhaps something nefarious did befall them.
He rushed to the other room, the bags dropping from his grasp. Leaving the Devas at home was a mistake, but they were forbidden from the farmer’s market, which was the best place to get the freshest organic produce for creatures such as they and none of Gundham’s spells to beguile the staff had worked so far. They were powerful beings; they should be able to hold down the hellish stronghold (his apartment) from any fiendish intruders.
Alas, it was too late, for the bewitching spirits have already manifested within the house!
Cooshy-cooshy ticky-ticky wooooooooo!
Hamtaro!
When we work together it’s much better!
My best friend~
“Wh-what in the name of the seven hells is this?”
In the span of a few short hours, The Four Dark Devas of Destruction had managed to break the seals of their abominable stronghold and constructed their very own Tower of Babel to climb upon the coffee table and reach the remote, to which they used to turn on the tv.
“How can you watch such foul illusions?”
San-D turned to look at Gundham for several moments before his gaze returned to the salacious looking-glass of some alternate reality, where powerful and heavenly generals and gods such as they whittled their time away with gainless endeavors, such as finding lost socks or learning the importance of friendship.
“Do you not see that they make a mockery of your very existence?”
Suddenly a horrendous monster appeared before the party of adventurers! A devil in the form of a feline, with glittering fangs and slitted eyes. Maga-Z jumped up and down and punched the air; the hamsters on the show dove into their burrows.
“Why do they not smite the foul beast? Do they not even know the most simplest of hexes? Running away is for malingerers.”
Gundham was familiar with this wicked children’s television program; people, mostly younglings, would comment that Jum-P looked like the eponymous protagonist. But this…”hamster” wasted his powers with the most minor of tasks, ones that his tender should be doing herself, in order to grow in ability as both a beast tamer and as a sorcerer. Jum-P was very sage, spending most of his time asleep, as it was the only thing preventing his flagitious aura from overtaking this mortal plane.
“I shan’t understand how you can enjoy an infantine performance such as this.” He sat on the floor next to the Devas, sulking. There were countless tales of familiars going on quests to overtake the world, but never those that took the shape of hamsters. They were always seen as weak, stupid, disposable, never the vessels for power so vast and foul that it must be minimized in such a way as to not disrupt the universe.
But…the Devas clearly enjoyed watching it. And they hadn’t destroyed anything else once they were able to turn the tv on, it seemed, though it did disturb him that such simple hallucinations occupied their attention so absolutely.
Perhaps this would be a good distraction to keep from being bitten the next time he cleans their cage.