Chapter 1: The Letter

Laharl wasn't the kind of demon who'd let his image be ruined by some Love Freak, everyone knew that. Flonne was opposite to him in almost every way. She was loving and sweet while he was hateful and cruel (or so he thought). Yet as he lay in his room in the dead of night, he wondered what the feeling in his chest was.

"It's love Laharl," said his mental image of her, "You care for me." As he did his best to block the image of that love freak from his brain, he began to grow drowsy.

"Damn Love Freak," he whispered to himself as he fell asleep.

The next day...

"Priiiiince…" A familiar voice called. "Prince! Get up!"

"What do you want Etna? You'd better have a good reason for waking me up so early, it's not even noon yet." Laharl jumped up and just looked at Etna with an annoyed expression on his face.

"Well Prince," she began in her usual tone of voice, "You have a letter from the Seraph; the messenger told me it was urgent." She pulled out a white envelope with a 6 winged mark on it. Laharl had seen this mark before, they were usually on letters Lamington had sent to him about political info and bridging the gap, but they were never urgent. He took the envelope and opened it, reading a strange letter.

Dear King Laharl,

It has come to my attention that Flonne is

very dissatisfied with how you're conducting

the bridging of the gap between the Netherworld

and Celestia. If you cannot complete the task in

a way that satisfies both of you, then I may be

forced to drop the plan and permanently bring Flonne

back to Celestia.

Signed,

Seraph Lamington.

Laharl had no idea what he was looking at, it just didn't seem right.

"Etna," he began, "I need to you bring me all of my letters from the Seraph and get someone who can conduct a thorough handwriting analysis."

"Sorry Prince," she said with a quite cruel tone, "The Prinnies kind of threw them out with the rest of the garbage 3 days ago, and at this point they're probably nothing more than ashes."

"WHAT!? They lost all of those papers, I NEEDED THOSE!" Laharl screamed in immense rage, his hair standing up straight.

"Why, I thought you'd be happy to have Flonne out of your hair, she's really just a freeloader anyways."

"Wh-What?" Laharl was confused, "Why are you acting like this all of a sudden? It's not like you."

"So you don't care about Flonne leaving forever after all."

"Th-That's right. I don't care, what good is that love freak if she doesn't do anything!?" Laharl was thinking heavily about this. Flonne…leaving forever. "I don't care, so why is there this heavy feeling in my chest?" Laharl thought to himself.

"You okay prince?" Etna asked.

"I'm fine; who the hell do you think you're talking to? I'm Laharl, the Supreme Overlord! Haahahahahahahah!"

"Still nothing, he's hiding his true feelings, but I know he'll cave in eventually, it's only a matter of time. Maybe if I pull the emotional strings a bit more he'll progress faster. Heheheheh, just you wait Prince, soon you'll be unable to hide anything from anyone!"

Author's Notes: So, first chapter done, I'm going for one of those LaharlxFlonne stories, but I'm going to try and make it where…actually, I'll get to how I'll accomplish that when I get there.

The point is that Laharl is in some kind of scenario where the seraph sent a bizarre letter and Etna is asking him some unsettling questions.

Reviews and constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.