Prove It to Me Chapter 1

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This is will be my second fanfic, and it will be something I can work on more than my first since it has a plot and doesn't rely on reader input for every update…I hope this one will be more of a success then my other one ^_^'. Now I caution thee, I came up with the idea for this at 6:00 in the morning with no sleep after staying up late…but my mind is stable enough that I think it is as good as It should be….well, enough rambling…on with the show!

I want to have a chance…a chance to….I want it…his…

Laharl was sitting on his large stone throne; it had been a long day of rejecting demon's requests for trivial matters that had no relation to him. Maybe the next batch of those lazy beggars will have an actually important request, and if they don't, he can just reject them all and see if any of them will object; he could use a good challenge right about now. As it stands now he's so bored that even harassing the prinnies doesn't sound fun. Even that love freak's little sermons aren't this boring…It was so much more fun in those days, when I was fighting for my rightful place as overlord. As Laharl starts to doze off: Maybe I should try quitting…

"I've got to hurry and finish that extra load of dishes or else Master Etna's gonna kill me dood!" A nearby prinny on his way to the kitchen enters the main throne room. Suddenly something catches his eye: Laharl in his throne having looking like he just woke up. But that wasn't what stopped the prinny dead in his tracks on his way to save his ass from Etna's fury…no it was something much more amazing…Laharl had this look on his face….his eyes were in a form of both content and plotting, but the part that struck that prinnies very core with fear and dread was…he was smiling…

Laharl's face quickly regained its normal disposition. "You there, yes the only prinny in the room. Go get me a pair of glasses….with orange tint."

"I'm sorry dood?"

"You heard me…GO GET ME A PAIR RIGHT NOW OR I'LL PUNT YOU INTO THE CEILING!"

"Right away dood!" The prinny then ran off to save his ass from the more threatening presence at hand…his master's master.

Laharl's expression returned to the strange and dreadful thing it once was, and he chuckled to himself. Soon it will begin.

After that, the prinnies were distributed around the netherworld, handing out envelopes to everyone associated with Laharl and his friends. They were all distributing the same letter:

Etna woke up from her second nap today to find an envelope slid under her bedroom door. "Huh, what's this now? Maybe from a secret admirer! Or maybe it's a bunch of charity suckers giving me money!" She opens it up with much anticipation only to find: "What? It's just a letter from the prince…why is he sending me a letter when we live in the same building? The only thing on here is two lines. mă iubeşti? I'll be waiting at the outskirts of Vyer's castle. What the heck does that first part mean?" She decided to go and ask Laharl himself, but she couldn't find him anywhere in the building.

"Huh? Etna, where's Laharl? I wanted to ask him about this weird letter I got."

Etna looked over to see the fallen angel Flonne rushing towards her with a familiar looking paper in her hand. "You got it too? What's with him today? I can understand if he was just playing a prank on me, but you're too gullible for him to want to try one on you..."

"What was that Etna?"

"Oh nothing." What's the prince up to? "Well we might as well go find out ourselves." And with that Etna dragged Flonne to the portal to go to the outskirts of Vyer's Castle.