We're the Gods of Misunderstandings [TCF/INTKOT CROSSOVER]

[AN: as much as I want the story to be canon, 9 chapters are still too short to think of a good crossover plot, so I'll be incorporating demon army/forces/theories in lines. I'm confident in my crossovers (after writing that MXTX's and tcfxwwmp XD), but it's difficult to think of a plot that would allow ideas from two different stories to be combined while one of them is still fresh and green. So please bear with me. I'm hoping that when I get to the end of this fic, there will be some plot development (like war or fighting something, for "I'm not that talented"). Soooo!!! enjoy!!!]

This can't be right! Deon can't stay like this for the rest of his life!

That's what he'd been doing for almost a week, well, more than a year after joining the demon army. He had survived several attacks from demonic beings. Avoided sparring matches and, miraculously, avoided the emperor!

He gets chills just thinking about the emperor.

"No... this has to be done! I can't stay here any longer!"

He slams his palm against the table. His second-in-command flinches at his vile expression.

"L, Lord Arut?"

"Yes, indeed," Deon says as he turns to face his subordinate. Sweat beads ran from his brow to his chin on the latter. He just looked at him normally, but now it's the other way around — 3650 degrees — glare that, if looks could kill, they'd be dead by now.

"Give me a pen and paper!" he demanded.

Deon Hart! Deon Hart, you need to gather your wits or flee once the odds are clear as day.

"Yeah!" His subordinate grabbed some paper and a pen and handed them to him.

His second-in-command/vice commander was perplexed as to why he needed paper and a pen. "What are you planning to write, Commander?"

"My letter of resignation."

His subordinate exclaimed loudly. They all looked at each other and grabbed the paper and pen from Deon's grasp.

"Hand it over."

What the hell are these demons doing?! I'm just going to write my resignation letter!

He looks at them, but his expression is more icy and sharp than usual.

"RUN!! Burn all papers and throw all pens!!!!" yelled the vice commander. The people inside immediately took all of the paper and threw it into the fireplace. The others took all of the pens and ink and fled as quickly as they could.

What—?! Damn it!!!

"Give it back to me!" he cried. I simply want to retire. Stay far away! Why are they doing this?

"Vice-Commander! Keep the commander in check!"

The vice commander raises both hands and stops Deon from pursuing them. "You're not going to resign, Commander! We'll do all your work for you!"

The vice commander was visibly shaken, but he was willing to make the sacrifice so that Lord Demon Arut could remain their leader. In the face of that icy glare, his legs are likely to give way. He still stood up like a funny fawn in the face of a tiger.

"I... I'm not s, scared!"

What are you even scared for!? Deon internally screamed. He shouldn't have said he'll write his resignation letter!

Even if you are willing to do so for me! I can't survive in this place!

"Stand back."

Dadummm. Everyone shivered after seeing that crimson glare.