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-The storytelling prinny.
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It was dusk, soon the dead of night would come and wild predatory demons would go hunt.
Etna had the prinnies set up a camp. Since the dimension gate was completely wrecked in Mizuchi's assault, they had to go on foot towards the Sea of Gehena.
-"Etna?" –Flonne sat down in a chair right next to the prinny Etna was sitting on
-"What is it?" –Etna asked
-"What was different in Laharl?"
Etna gave a big shrug.
-"Here's an exchange I'll quote from him."
She made a serious face and grabbed two strands of hair, trying to imitate Laharl's antennae.
-"How is Flonne?" –Etna said while pretending to be Laharl
Etna made her normal face
-"Huh? Well…she's been…a real pain in the ass."
-"Hey! Why did you say that?!" –Flonne said with slight annoyance
-"Well you are pretty much a freeloader."
Flonne dropped her shoulders, as if saying "okay, point taken"
-"But forget about that, his answer was what really shocked me."
She got up and kicked the prinny away.
-"People's feelings are fragile, you should be more considerate."
-"Oh! Laharl has finally awakened to the power of love!"
Etna made a grim face.
-"No way in hell, he didn't, let me give you more quotes from him..."
She made her Laharl impression again
-"The red moon can't cleanse my sins, only I can, and I will."
She put her face to her hand
-"I just realized that many things about me were so very wrong on so many levels that I decided to change, that's all."
And then she grabbed another prinny and sat down again
-"I'm glad to know that both of you are fine."
-"L-Laharl said that?!"
-"Yes! And I can't believe that either, but I saw it! I heard it!"
-"HE HAS AWAKENED TO THE POWER OF LOOOOOOOOOOVE!"
Flonne couldn't contain her excitement and started running around and yelling "YAAAAY" and laughing.
-"He did, NOT! Pipe down already!"
Etna began running after Flonne to stop her, as she was wrecking the camp and tossing prinnies about in her uncontrolled joy.
It was unfortunately not true.
Laharl did not "awaken to the power of love"; he just accepted its existence.
But the biggest issue was not on his thoughts on love.
He shouldered a heavy burden.
One whose weight was slowly crushing him.
One whose true nature was slowly eating away at him.
One which he would not allow anyone else to carry in his stead, or along with him.
And so…
Laharl fought this one foe alone.
And he would lose.
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The chilly air of this place is nothing short of anomalous.
The Sea of Gehena is a well-known resort and touristic area, many demons come here to relax and enjoy the heat.
But all facilities were closed, as the lava simply disappeared and was replaced with ice and snow as far as the eye can see.
A bespectacled gargoyle was bearing witness to this scene.
-"Damn" –he said with a slight, but noticeable accent- "if that girl was any good as an Overlord, none of this would have happened."
-"SHOULD WE CALL HER?" –said a red golem with no inside voice
-"Not yet, while we need to hurry, we can't just charge in-"
-"GUUUUHHUAAAAAAAAA….CHOOOOO!"
The sneeze resonated through the area and the air that left from the golem's mouth might as well have been an Omega Wind, since everything on the surrounding area was blown away and crashed straight into sharp corners, except for the golden gargoyle, which didn't even flinch because of his prodigious weight
-"Garungun, if I wasn't a gargoyle you would have killed me there."
-"I AM SORRY, GROSSO"(!*)
The golden gargoyle gave a shrug
-"That kid hasn't arrived; maybe we can prepare an assassination?"
-"EXELENT IDEA! SHE WILL NEVER EXPECT IT!"
-"Grosso, Garungun…–a faint voice said."
A demon wearing nothing but his shoes, shorts, a pair of bangles and an enormous red scarf approached them. His antennae moved slightly up and down as he walked towards them.
-"I will not allow that"
-"PRINCE LAHARL?!"–Both Garungun and Grosso said with terror.
-"To defy the Overlord while she is vulnerable" –Laharl continued – "My father must be disappointed to see his vassals fall so low."
-"You remember us?" – Grosso asked –"More importantly, you are "not allowing..." what?"
-"First off. No, I don't remember you, but I and found a library with the names of all my father's vassals, as well as their backgrounds."
-"THEN YOU MUST KNOW OF MY STRENGTH! THE MAJIN THAT IS SEALED WITHIN MY ARM LUSTS FOR BLOOD!"
Everyone was impressed at the enormous display of his manhood and imposing voice, as well as the might of the Majin he mentioned!
But that was just what Garungun thought, as they were actually feeling pity, since there wasn't a Majin (or any other demon, for that matter) in his arm.
-"Grosso" –Laharl broke the silence- "Is the 3E syndrome (1st*) this bad with him?"
-"He is…uh…remarkable"
-"As for the second question" –Laharl continued, trying to forget about that outburst of stupidity –"I meant what I said; I won't let you kill Etna."
The air began to fill with animosity.
-"Is that so, what a pity…" -Grosso said while adjusting his glasses
-"HAH! YOU CANNOT DEFEAT US! PREPARE YOURSELF!"
-"I am not demanding you to stop…"
Laharl got on his knees and put his forehead firmly on the icy floor.
-"What are yo-!?"
-"WHAT IS THI-!?"
-"I am pleading for you to stop."
Seeing Laharl, a demon well known by the Kriechevskoy Group to be pretentious and prideful, begging for something greatly betrayed their expectations.
-"The Netherworld was greatly damaged for my actions; I believe Etna is doing a better job as an Overlord than me."
The lightning at this time of day made Laharl's hair seem slightly purple.
Grosso and Garungun found a nostalgic image floating before their eyes.
A man purple haired man with a pair of antennae kneeling down before them and another, it was their lord.
He knelt down and pleaded for them to do something, rather than ordering them.
It was…humbling, that moment marked the three of them forever.
-"I did nothing more than hide in the shadow of my father, claiming I deserved his title as Overlord. I knew so little back then. I knew so little. For that-"
-"Say nothing else" –Grosso interrupted –"We will retreat back to our base now, but in exchange, you will have to do us a favor."
-"GROSSO! DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT HIM TO-?"
-"Yes, time is short and I don't think we can just handle this alone."
-"What favor are you asking me to do? –Laharl asked"
-"This is not the time or place to discuss it"- Grosso replied- "we will talk about it in our base."
-"I understand, but I will catch up later. I have business here other than meeting with you."
-"ARE YOU GOING TO MEET THAT FOOLISH GIRL?"
-"She is not a fool, and I do not plan on showing my face to her, at least not for the time being."
There was a long silence, the wind blew and Laharl's scarf fluttered with it.
-"Very well, we will be waiting for your arrival, Prince Laharl."
-"Just call me Laharl; I don't deserve the title of Prince, let alone Overlord."
-"IN THAT CASE WE WILL DO SO! UNTIL LATTER! LAHARL!"
With that, Grosso and Garungun left.
Laharl went to the origin of the glaciation.
He saw a crater, oddly though, there was no snow there.
Laharl examined the crater; it was obviously not a natural formation.
-"Giga Fire!"
The spell made a gigantic whirlwind of flames that raged in the center of the crater, but once it subsided, there was no change.
"Permafrost, huh?" Laharl thought after checking for even the slightest of changes.
The ice was made through magic, but not the normal kind.
This ice was less of "created with a spell" and more of "someone released their innate magical potential here"
"This must be their work too, I might have left Etna chew more than she can bite, but it's not like I can do anything for now"
He spread his scarf, and it took on the form of enormous wings.
With a mighty jump, he began flying.
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Meanwhile, several gigadefeet(2nd*) away…
The sun finally set.
The group of craftsmen that attacked the castle was beginning to set their sleeping bags around a campfire.
While, demons are usually late sleepers, the fact that they were on the run left them exhausted.
Jean was looking at the flames while he was sitting in a log.
-"Jean, you will handle guard duty tonight."
It was Mizuchi.
Jean simply turned his head and stared at him for a few seconds before gazing at the fire once more, but did not answer.
Mizuchi shrugged and sat down beside him.
-"It's not like you to stay like this, what's the matter?" –Mizuchi asked
Jean kept quiet
-"Come one, man. Tell me."
-"The distraction failed" –Jean replied
Mizuchi's expression became a sad one.
-"Yeah, but we completed our mission."
-"That's not a silver lining, Mizuchi" – Jean said more seriously –"We could have done it without doing that crap!"
-"With "that crap" you mean the result of the "Z project"?"
-"That wasn't a result! It was a complete disaster, you idiot!"
Mizuchi stood up and slapped Jean.
-"Do you think I don't know that?! I hate being a tool of the higher-ups! If it was up to me I would have ditched that project from the very beginning!"
Jean hunched over towards the fireplace to warm his hands.
-"I know."
Mizuchi calmed down and sat once again.
The chef brought them their respective rations and left.
The camp was at peace.
The two craftsmen who were nothing but peons to their superiors would attempt to go towards their base.
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PeVIEVV:
Ahal: Pevievv? Vhat the hel?
Flon: Ahhh, rigt. We hd to ut buget on our Pevievvs cause' Tna used up all of it in the ast one Ahal.
Ahal: Let go lok for Tna
*Ey o throu oor*
*The Pevievv and dialog get fixed and pimped up to look incredibly pricey*
*Laharl and Flonne enter*
SupremelyAwesomeSicknastyCoolman Laharl: HAAAAAAAHAHAAHAAHAHAHA
Kinndadumblovefreak Flonne: Wha-! What's up with your name? No! Forget that! WHAT IS UP WITH MINE?!
SupremelyAwesomeSicknastyCoolman Laharl: I just got us some sponsors, yo fool, ya fool! Now wear this skin-tight transparent bikini, yo!
Kinndadumblovefreak Flonne: What is wrong on with you!? THIS IS OUTRIGHT PED-!
SupremelyAwesomeSicknastyCoolman Laharl: Yo fool, ya fool drink some NetherCola, yo!
Kinndadumblovefreak Flonne: What have you done!? AND WHY DO I WANT TO WEAR THAT BIKINI ALL OF A SUDDEN!?
SupremelyAwesomeSicknastyCoolman Laharl: Next time you crash ovah here! Episode 5: The search fo' NetherCola.
SupremelyAwesomeSicknastyCoolman Laharl: It's gonna be a blast! We gonna kick some ass! Yo f…huh?
*Laharl, Etna, Flonne and Mizuchi are falling from the sky riding a meteor, an enormous Elder Spear, a Flonnezilla and the warship Yoshitsuna respectively*
Everyone: DIIIIIIIEEEEEE!
*Nuclear style shroom'*
Laharl: You IDIOTS!
Mizuchi: Damn it! You look away for one second, ONE! And some corporative a-hole gets a doppelganger and takes over your show!
Flonne: What is wrong with the world?!
Etna: You know what? Next time we keep someone out of the episode to take care of things while we're making it.
Laharl: Good ide…wait a minute.
Mizuchi: What? What is it?
Laharl: Didn't someone stay here?
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Etna: MADERAAAAAS!
*6 hours of intense, hardcore gore later…*
Etna:*Completely red because of the blood* I still wanted to kill him deader than dead.
Laharl: Man…you didn't even leave a chunk of meat.
Mizuci: Ew…is that puddle what's left of him?
Etna: Yes.
Mizuci: Do we start the preview over again?
Etna: Nah, we ran out of screen time already.
Laharl: Good thing the director is a good guy.
Flonne: Don't you think that's even more blatant than the Nether Cola commercial?
*A godly voice and presence resonates through the room*
Director: Do you want to get killed mid-episode in a totally non-heroic, petty way?
Flonne: AAH! N-no!
Director: Good.
*The presence leaves*
Etna: Next time on "The God that Desires Atonement" Episode 5: Permafrost
Etna: Tune in next time!
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Laharl:*whispering* Hey don't you wonder just who is the director?
Mizuchi:*whispering* Yeah, why'd you ask?
Laharl: I found where his room is, why don't we bust in while Etna and Flonne are on the episode?
Mizuchi: How are you going to do that?
Laharl: Listen, we…
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Anotations
(1st*)3E syndrome stands for "Evil Eye Exaggeration syndrome", which Garungun is stated to be afflicted with in the manual and the official webpage)
(2nd*)The "defeet metric system" is introduced in another Nippon Ichi Software called "Holy invasion of privacy, Badman" or "What did I do to deserve this, my lord?". One defeet is equal to 6.66 feet. I made up the "gigadefeet" to express miles. One gigadefeet equals 4.444 miles, by the way. Why four? Because in Japanese 4 has two names, one of those is "Shi" which is also their word for "Death".
Also related to this rant is the SlayStation 4 I mentioned in Chap 2, which only uses numbers that can equal 4 (4, 22, 44, 444, 4444, 1111 and so on.) when they interact with themselves or four in any operation. Thus: SlayStation 1 = 1*4 =4. SlayStation 2 = 2+2 =4. SlayStation 4 = 4 = 4 and so on. And so on. I just wanted to make that clear even though it really didn't matter that much
(!*)The Kriechevskoy group appears in Disgaea D2. I highly recommend buying the game or checking the scenes in YouTube to understand a lot of the plot points from now on)