Disgaea: Path to Paradise. Chapter 1.

Dust and cobwebs among every ceiling and shelf. Enough spiders and bugs skirting about to have your own civilization. Erie creaks and groans in the doors and floorboards everywhere you walked. And books. Books of every imaginable shape, size and rarity.
To Pecora, the Netherworld Library was simply unmatched.

Pecora the librarian she was called. The Queen of all things literature. Master of records, dates and history. Pecora Atal reigned supreme over millions and millions of books, and read a large portion of them.

And it only took 900 years time. That would impress most people.

Or maybe not. Literature and reading beyond some basic or intermediate magical scrolls wasn't exactly the most booming and popular thing to do in this or any other netherworld.

But Pecora was more than okay with this fact.

It meant more to herself. No sharing at all. Never having to wait for a book you want to read be returned long after it was due.

Of course, Pecora never experienced the latter and never wanted to.
Currently, the demon was strolling the Human section of the ever so grand library, tracing slender fingers over the bindings of a row of books, searching..searching...
"Ah, Scarlet. Here it is."

Pecora reached up, dislodging a single dusty book from a high shelf. Scarlet the Brave; a legendary warrior who sealed away a mythical beast, only for it to be released again.
Pecora started down the library hallway ally, her heels making echoing clacks. Pecora reached the front desk, she reclined in the oversized chair, put her feet on the desk and immersed herself in her book. Sunlight broke through the dusty window, creating the perfect reading light. Every day for the past several centuries she did this. Every day was amazing.
Her euphoric silence was shattered by three loud raps at the door, "Urgent mail for Peh-cur-ah Atul, dood!"

Pecora scowled at the pronunciation of her name, as well as wondered what the visitor didn't just walk in. It WAS public place, after all.
With a sigh, she removed herself from her comfortable seated position, tromped her way to the door and ripped it open with deadly force.

The messenger, a Prinny, jumped at the sight of her. He held up a shaky flipper, in it a single envelope.
"U-uh, the Netherword Public Service Court has a message for you, dood."
Pecora plucked the envelope and tore out the letter. Her azure eyes scanned the paper over, then dilated at what she read.

'The Netherworld Public Service Court'

No.
'Has come to the conclusion'
No. No.
'That the Netherworld Library'
This can't be.
'Is to be torn down'
Impossible. Illogical.
'Within a weeks time. Please be prepared for demolition. Thank you for your understanding. We hope you're excited for the Succubus Center that will succeed it.'

Pecora clutched the letter in her fist. Her eyes narrowed behind her thing rectangle glasses and glowered down at the faux penguin.
The prinny could read her intent to kill and broke out in a cold sweat, putting its flippers up defensively. "H..hey! Don't shoot the messenger, dood!"
Oh, she wouldn't shoot him.
She would much rather chop him up and burn him to a crisp. Possibly eat as well.
Pecora slammed the door and pressed her back into it. She banged her head into the door, her ponytail crumpling against it.
"No..." she let out a moan of despair.
How could this happen? Why? Her library, her paradise, her home, gone. To be replaced by what? A succubus strip club. Pecora grimaced at this, there was another one two blocks from the library. The Nether world Public Service Court was just a gaggle of corrupt, horny fools exploiting their power far beyond the normal boundaries of their positions.
She slammed her fist into the door, accompanied by a hiss of disgust and hatred. The books. Her books. Her millions and millions of precious books. What would happen to them? Would they go down with the library? Like they were trash? The Netherworld Public Service Court viewed the invaluable records of demon and human history as trash? Pecora was seething with anger.

She couldn't let this happen. She wouldn't . The soon-to-be-unemployed-Librarian attempted to calm herself. Her breathing slowed and she released her deathgrip on the parchment and tossed it on the front desk. She walked by it, opening a side door veiled by a single draping cloth. Pecora ascended the stone spiral case that lead up to the demoness' lair

Pecora wasn't exactly the most extravagant person around, her room consisted of the essentials, a bed with velvet covers, a small, dusty, rarely if ever used television, and, of course, a bookshelf holding her favorite stories or the most valuble. Pecora trudged her way to the bathroom and flicked the lights on, the mirror lit up her frame.

Behind the glasses, her eyes were sunken in and she wore a sour expression on her heart shaped face. It suddenly dawned on her that when the library was torn down that she'd be homeless as well. She banged her head into the mirror with low groan, muttering various curses.
She glanced out of the window, the sky's light was fading, the noises outside grew as nightfall wormed its way in. (How long was she reading?)
The netherworld came alive at night, but Pecora wanted nothing more than to lie down on her bed and shut the world out like she did a bad book.

Tossing off her jacket and jeans, Hell's Librarian flung herself on her bed with a 'poompf'.
'The library doesn't close until one..' a tiny part of her mind cried out to her. She scoffed at the thought. If these demons didn't mind the library's demise, they certainly wouldn't care that she closed a few hours early.

Chapter 1 End.

[[AHHG ITS SO MUCH SHORTER THAN I HAD EXPECTED. Ahem. Thank you for reading this little project of mine, I'm an amateur writer, and this is the first thing I've ever published, so, uh, heh. Reviews would be nice. I'm gonna type up and hopefully post chapter 2 this weekend.
~Pivott]]