The Angel Trainee

Flonne's mission is to prevent the death of Prince Laharl. How hard could that be?

The first time Laharl died, Flonne just arrived from Celestia. She stood over his lifeless body and cringed. "I was two seconds late!" She poked gently at his cheek with her staff. Confirmed. The dead prince wasn't moving any time soon. By the looks of it, he was poisoned. "The first day of my first job and my client is already dead," the angel muttered to herself. The demon who killed Flonne's client was obviously someone he trusted. The blue-haired demon looked very wealthy. He had golden cuffs and well-polished shoes. Most demons wouldn't dare wear these types of accessories. And usually, aristocrats wouldn't let just anyone work under them. The culprit must have been a trusted employee. A prinny perhaps?

"I should be a detective," Flonne chimes with glee. "Wait, I have to finish what I started or the Seraph will be disappointed in me..." Flonne pulls out the small pocket watch that was given to her by the Seraph. The small second hand had stopped moving.

"I'll get that hand moving as soon as possible! Don't worry little demon, Angel Trainee Flonne is here to bring you back from the dead!" She leans in close to demon and whispers "This is going to taste bad, but you'll be alive and kicking in no time!" The blonde receives no response from the deceased but rambles on. "And by the way, I hope you don't mind the intrusion. I normally don't break into other people's homes."

The angel unveils a small bottle. It opens with a soft 'pop'. "Did the Seraph say one or two pills?" Flonne contemplates the situation before finally taking out two capsules and tucking the small bottle in her "secret" pocket. More is better, right? She opens up the demon's mouth and drops both pills. "See you later!" Flonne says as she slips out the window. The dark Netherworld night chills Flonne to the bone. She trembles in the cold as her wings spread wide. In a flash, the angel is gone.

-X-

The next day, terrible news of the demon prince, Laharl spread all other the Netherworld. The King is dead, and the prince has fallen into a deep slumber. A "loyal" vassal thinks it was her poison that had sent the royal to a deep slumber, and an angel trainee is hitting her head against a wall.

"I won't mess up next time, Master Lamington. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!"

A/N: I like this, but I have no idea where this AU will go. It could be a pretty interesting story, but nah. A drabble is a drabble.