Hello! This is, in all honesty, a novelization of the strategy-based role-playing game, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness. I played the game a few weeks ago, just finishing it. While, I admit, it's a bit hard and time-consuming, it had some of the funniest quotes comparable to games like Banjo-Kazooie. So, I've decided to write a story based on those quotes! Like I said, it's the game of Disgaea in novel form. Sit back, have fun, and read and review! Oh, and Disgaea is owned by Nippon-Ichi!
DISGAEA
Hour of Darkness
King Krichevskoy, the mighty ruler of the Netherworld…
His long reign came to an abrupt as the news of his death spread throughout the dark land.
Ambitious demons rose one after another to seize the opportunity, and thus began the age of turbulence and anarchy.
Two years later…
The Overlord's Castle, where King Krichevskoy once reigned…
Etna, a young demon girl, stood over an open casket with a look immense dislike on her face. In the casket was a small boy, about a head shorter than here, whose most distinctive features were his oversized red scarf, and dual cowlicks, resembling bug antenna. This small child wasn't dead, no sir. But that was the problem!
Sighing, Etna picked up a broad sword she bought at the Rosen Queen Company Netherworld Branch today, and raised it above her head.
"Prince…" She said softly, and swung the blade down onto the boy!
CLANG!
The sword broke on his neck. Disgusted, Etna tossed the sword aside and grabbed the handle of a nearby ball-and-chain. Swinging it around, she smashed the spiked ball right on top of the child!
No effect.
Ditching the wrecker, Etna aimed a gattling gun at the child.
"Prince, wake up." She said again, firing repeatedly. When the prince showed no signs of damage, she jammed a giant power drill into him, causing sparks to fly until a gear jammed and it broke.
"This brat just won't wake up," She grumbled, tossing the tool aside. "Well, if that's the case, there's only one thing left to do…"
Etna whipped out a gun and took aim. Hers was an Ion 9K Samurai, a pistol that shot out small, but deadly, bursts of concentrated light. It might kill someone, but since nothing else had worked on the prince…
"What fool dares awaken me, the great Laharl?" A moody voice drifted up from the casket.
Etna stood shell-shocked as Laharl stood up. He glared at her. Etna realized she still had her Samurai out and quickly put it away.
"Prince!" She said hurriedly, "I'm glad you're still alive."
Laharl yawned, shaking his head. "Who said I was dead?" he asked grumpily. Damn, his head hurt! "I was just taking a nap. Anyways…" He looked over Etna's shoulder at all the weapons behind her, "Why are all those weapons behind you?"
Etna took a quick look over her shoulder at the weapons before looking back at the prince.
"Well, I was having a hard time waking you up…" She answered sheepishly.
"Are you sure you weren't trying to kill me instead?" Laharl asked suspiciously.
"No… Ah…" Etna flustered, "I mean, yes. I just wanted to wake you up." She smiled innocently, making herself seem even more untrustworthy.
Laharl decided to skip it. "Hmph, whatever." It wasn't worth getting upset about. It's not like someone like HER could kill him anyway… "So, what is it?" He asked, "You better have a good reason for waking me up."
"Oh, yeah," Etna straightened herself up, all serious-like. "Your father, King Krichevskoy, had died." She announced.
Laharl's eyes widened. "He what…!? When!?" he asked, shocked.
"Two years ago." Etna replied earnestly.
Laharl looked at the ground, blinking. "Wait a second," He looked back at Etna. "So…you're telling me I've been sleeping for over two years?"
"Yup."
"'Yup?!"" Laharl repeated, getting angry. "Why didn't you wake me earlier!?" He hated being left out of the loop!
Etna, however, wasn't cowed in the slightest. "Excuse me, but what do you think I've been doing?" She asked sarcastically, putting her hands behind her head casually. What did the little brat know, all he did was sleep! He didn't spend two years hard at work!
Deciding to let it go, Etna continued. "The Netherworld has gone to hell while you were sleeping," She explained, looking away, "It's not my fault if some other demon steals the title of Overlord."
"What…?" Laharl couldn't believe what he was hearing! "Have they forgotten whose title they are trying to steal!?" The prince becoming succeeding his father was the most basic factor of a monarchy! Who were these idiots, trying to subvert his divine right to rule!?
Wait…maybe this was a good thing. What better way to announce his comeback?
"Hmhmhm…" He chuckled, "How bold of them! I shall show no mercy…for I am Laharl, the rightful heir to the throne!" Laharl threw his head back and let loose a burst of what he thought was evil laughter. "Haaaahahahaha!"
Etna stepped forward and bowed. "Your humble vassal, Etna, will accompany you." she said, brandishing a spear.
Episode 1
Prince of the Netherworld
Not far from Laharl's room was the throne room. When Laharl had fallen asleep, it was packed to the brim with dozens of vassals and servants of his father. Now, there were only three; Manty the Mantacore, Goleck the Golem, and Dratti the Dragon. They were quite surprised to see him.
"Oh, well, looks like I wasted my time digging that grave for you." Dratti giggled, waving a shovel.
Laharl grabbed the shovel and broke the handle over his knee. "I'll put YOU in that grave instead!" He snarled, "Anyway, where'd everyone go?"
"All the royal vassals left the castle shortly after the king died." Goleck explained.
Laharl raised an eyebrow. "Even with me still around?" He asked.
"Well, you were sleeping," Etna put in, "They must have forgotten about you."
While Laharl grumbled, Manty said, "That's just like you, Prince, taking a two-year nap."
"I only planned on napping for about ten days…" Laharl muttered, "Hmm… Something's not right."
Etna looked away, whistling.
In the main hallway that connected all the rooms of the castle together, Laharl and Etna saw a few more faces; Gargo the Gargoyle, Ghoss the Ghost, and his father's talking spear, Longinus. They too, were quite surprised to see Laharl.
"Good morning, Prince," Ghoss greeted, getting over his initial shock, "How are you feeling?"
"Couldn't be worse," Laharl replied, grimacing, "My body feels really stiff from sleeping too much."
"Why don't you warm on the 'Tutorial Map'?"Etna suggested, "Go see the Dimensional Gatekeeper and she'll send you there."
"Why should I?" Laharl demanded. "What if I just wanna walk there?"
"In order to prevent intruders, I closed all the gates," Gargo explained, "Please talk to the Dimensional Gatekeeper if you'd like to leave the castle."
"Yeah, whatever…" Laharl muttered, looking at the floor, "You probably just didn't want to watch the gate."
Longinus sensed the Prince's annoyance. "Is there a problem, Prince?" He asked, "I, Longinus, am at your service."
Laharl looked at his father's old weapon and considered. He already had a sword, but… Nah. Having a talking weapon might get annoying.
"S'alright." He replied, and moved on.
Laharl and Etna entered the portal room, where the Dimensional Gatekeeper was. Along with the portal, the room also had a branch of the Rosen Queen Company, and the entrance to the Netherworld Hospital, as well as the Dark Council, one of the Netherworld's political bodies. At the corner was Zommie the Zombie.
"Eat, sleep, and do whatever you want all day…" the undead being sighed, "It's sooooo good to be a demon!"
"Have you ever thought of working for me?" Laharl asked, giving Zommie a mean look.
Unfortunately, this had no effect on the zombie whatsoever. "Hahahaha," he laughed, "Of course not."
Disgusted, Laharl marched over to the Dimensional Gatekeeper, Fiona. To his slight surprise, she was a healer, a fallen angel.
"I am the Dimensional Gatekeeper," She introduced, "I will input the coordinates for your desired destination, Prince, and you will instantly be transported there. Please select where you would like to go."
Laharl smirked. "Do you know where Tutorial Field is?" He asked. She nodded. "Good, send me there!"
Fiona muttered a strange incantation, gesturing at the dark blue swirl behind her. After a few minutes, she stepped aside, allowing Laharl and Etna to pass through.
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Unlike the Overlord's Castle, Tutorial Field was a bright and sunny place, with grass and flowers. In a flash, Laharl and Etna appeared.
"Now, then…" Laharl said, pulling out his sword and stretching, "Time for a little warm-up. I feel a little rusty."
Etna pointed to the left of him. "Ah, Prince. We've got company… How convenient."
Laharl looked to where Etna was pointing and saw a small bunch of ghosts.
"Stray demons, huh…" He muttered. They were small fry, but he didn't really care. He just wanted to work out the kinks in his muscles. He stepped forward, sword raised, when Etna stuck out her arm, blocking him.
"Allow me, Prince," Etna said, "You may be a little out of practice after your long slumber."
When Laharl gave her a suspicious look, she said, "Don't worry, I came prepared!" She insisted, and whistled. "Come on, Prinny Squad!"
Nothing happened. The wind blew some leaves around.
"GET YOUR BUTTS OUT HERE, NOW!" Etna screamed, her eyes glowing red.
Almost immediately, a portal appeared, and a bunch of Prinnies- creatures that looked like penguins, but with peg-legs and little fanny packs- tumbled out. Satisfied, Etna turned to Laharl.
"So, Prince, whaddya think of this Prinny Squad I hired?" She asked, smiling cheekily, "They're my loyal servants: They'll do anything I say."
Laharl raised an eyebrow. Her 'loyal servants' were now performing riverdance.
"Are you sure about that?" He asked.
Etna clenched her fists. In a sudden movement, she rushed over an gave the Prinnies combined slap(Slap-slap-slap!). The Prinnies immediately stood at attention, saluting. Once again satisfied, Etna faced Laharl.
"See, they're loyal." Etna grinned.
Laharl felt uneasy. "Does it make sense to beat up your allies before a battle?" he asked, a little confused. Was pounding your troops for the enemy some hip new tactic? He gave a glance at the ghosts, who were staring at his party with bemused expressions. "Anyways, I think we've made those demons wait long enough already."
Etna blinked. She had almost forgotten about the ghosts! "Hey, you're right," She said, "How nice of them to be so patient."
Laharl shrugged. "Yeah, that's considerate of them," He commented, "To show my appreciation, I'll only beat them half to death."
"Oh, you're so kind," Etna preened, "If I were you, I'd beat them all the way to death."
Laharl blanched. "K-kind!?" He spat, sounding like he swallowed something foul, Stop that! That word gives me goose bumps!" He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, a murderous look in his eyes. "Dammit! I take it back! I'm gonna beat them all the way to death!"
Etna giggled. ("He's still a kid, so quick-tempered.") She gave her Prince an appraising look. ("It looks like carrying out my plan will be easier than I thought.")
Laharl glanced at Etna. "Hm? You say something?"
Etna gave him an innocent smile. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. So, what are your orders, Prince?" She asked, looking at the ghost mob. Hmmm, they had a hobbit mixed in… "You do remember how to fight, right?"
"Of course!" Laharl smirked, and motioned for his party to attack the demon mob.
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Later, Laharl's party re-entered the portal into the Overlord's Castle.
Laharl felt great. After two whole years of inactivity, being able to beat up random people for no reason at all was such a thrill.
Etna felt pretty good too. After spending two years trying to wake the Prince up, things were finally starting to move forward.
The Prinny Squad felt terrible. Etna told Laharl that Prinnies explode when tossed…and he wanted to see it for himself. Repeatedly.
Zommie saw how scuffed up Laharl's party was.
"Hey, Prince, have you gone to the hospital?" He called out to Laharl, "You should make sure you heal everybody after a battle."
"Treatment may not be free," One of the Prinny Squad spoke up, "But please heal us too, dood."
Laharl thought about it. While he and Etna were fine, he had to admit that the Prinnies could use a pick-me-up.
"Let's go," He decided, and the Prinnies gave a half-hearted cheer. They were bushed, dood.
Zommie, in an act of uncommon kindness, gave Laharl a 300 HL bill he found on the floor.
While the Prinny Squad while being healed, Laharl tried to convince Zommie to work for him instead of just hanging out. Zommie preferred to hang out, but Laharl persisted. So Zommie tried to change the subject.
"There is a new demon named Vyers who has been gaining strength." Zommie said.
"Never heard of him," Laharl replied, "Probably no one important." If it was someone Laharl had heard about before his two-year nap, he'd be worried, but some newbie? Who cares?
After the Prinnies finished healing, Laharl's party headed for the portal.
"I have added 'Vyers Castle' to the list of available areas," Fiona said, "It is fairly new, so I do not know much about it. However, it is rumored that a very able man lives there."
Etna looked at Laharl. "Hmmm… Whatcha gonna do, Prince?" She asked, "Should we take a peek?"
Laharl nodded, smiling evilly. "Definitely," He said smugly, "I'll slaughter the master of the castle as the 1st step to becoming Overlord!"
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Laharl and his group appeared outside the castle, at the 'Magnificent Gate'. Laharl scanned the guards on duty. Most of them were ghosts, with two hobbits, and…whoa! Two Red Skulls! Those were human-type demons with magic over fire. They could be trouble. But overall, it was mostly fodder. So what was making him nervous?
…Aha! An 'Enemy-Boost' geo panel and symbol!
Geo panels geographical features attuned to the elements of the universe. Crystlization of those elements created geo symbols. So, if you destroyed the symbols, the panels would lose their effect.
"Etna," He ordered, "You take out that geo panel, while me and Prinnies go ahead and take on the guards."
Etna grinned. "Sounds fine to me!"
"Okay, then," Laharl whipped out his sword and pointed. "Chaaaarge!"
"Yes, sir, dood!" the Prinny Squad cheered, and they rushed the gate. While they did, Etna headed towards the geo symbol and began to hit it with her spear. On her fifth strike, she shattered it, returning the guards to their normal strength in time for Laharl and the Prinny Squad to arrive. While a mad battle royal between the Prinny Squad and ghosts ensued, Laharl busied himself with the Red Skulls. He knew that while Skulls were skilled in magic, they had almost no physical strength.
Unfortunately, the Skulls knew that too, and moved as far away from him as possible. Once they were distant, they hit the Prince with a double-whammy of fire.
BLAM!
Meanwhile, Etna had begun to fight against the hobbits.
The Red Skulls looked at where they had blasted Laharl. There seemed to be no movement within the smoke…
"Blade Rush!"
Laharl shot out of the smoke and struck the Red Skulls down in an instant.
"You should just stay out of my way," Laharl said, looking down at his fallen foes. He glanced over to see that Etna and the Prinny Squad were done too. He waved them forward.
"Let's go!" He commanded.
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"Hmmm… What was that noise just now? Do I have visitors?"
D-I-S-G-A-E-A
In the Blessed Court, Laharl's party looked around at the beautiful courtyard.
"Wow," Etna breathed, "This is a pretty nice place." Walking around, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. "Ah! That vase would sell for a lot."
Etna was about to rush over and grab the vase when Laharl stopped her.
"Fool! That would make us petty thieves," He snapped, "I can't disgrace the name of the Overlord. I have to be impartial and…" He trailed off, frowning.
Etna raised an eyebrow. "Impartial and…what?"
Laharl grew a big mean smile. "Plunder everything!" He boomed.
Etna smirked. "Ohh! That's our Prince!" She cheered, "You're so ruthless."
"Hey, there, you atrocious fiend!" The Prinny Squad cheered.
"You cold-blooded monster!" Etna preened.
"A demon among demons!" The Prinnies declared.
Laharl looked away, smirking. "Hmph… Quit complementing me so much… It's embarrassing me," He said. Getting serious, he barked, "Now, listen up! I want you to pillage and plunder anything and everything in this castle!"
"Aye aye, dood!" The Prinny Squad saluted.
Laharl threw his head back and began to laugh. "Haaaahahahaha!"
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"Well, now…that's a sound I thought I'd never hear again…"
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As Laharl's party battled their way through the Corridor of Love, Laharl wondered who the castle's master was. He must not be very powerful, as aside from the occasional demon warrior, most of the castle's guards were ghosts and hobbits.
Eventually, after beating up every guard and sticking every valuable into a sack (That seemed to be getting bigger and bigger) Laharl and company arrived at the castle's main room: Hall of Caresses.
Entering, Laharl looked around. "Hm? Is this the last room?" Was it empty? He couldn't see anyone!
"Haaahahahaha!"
They weren't alone!
"Who's there!?" Laharl demanded, grabbing his sword. Behind him, Etna and the Prinny Squad looked around.
"How rude, invading a man's house and asking him, 'Who's there?'" A light but masculine voice replied, "But, I give you credit for your bravery. Haaaaaaahhhh!!"
A figure dropped down from the ceiling. He was a tall, male demon, with long, flowing purple hair, dressed in leather.
"Voila!" The sassy demon announced.
Everyone stared at him.
"Forgive moi," the sassy demon said, "I must leave you in awe. My name is Vyers. I am the lord of this castle."
"Vyers?" Etna asked thoughtfully, "Isn't he the demon that's been knocking off competition for the throne...?"
Vyers nodded, twisting a lock of his hair around his finger. "Oui. That is correct, mademoiselle. I am an aristocrat with both strength and beauty… They call moi the 'Dark Adonis'." Vyers focused his attention on Laharl. "Young man. I assume you are the son of the late King Krichevskoy, are you not?"
Laharl crossed his arms and looked at Vyers defiantly. "That's right," He answered, "I am Laharl, the heir to the throne."
"The heir to the throne?" Vyers asked, cocking his head. He gave a short laugh. "Hah! That is history, dear boy. Your existence has long been forgotten… Are you blind to the horde of demons lining up to fight for the throne?"
Laharl kept his defiant pose. "So? I'm the heir. That's all that matters," He insisted, "If they've forgotten, then I'll just make them remember."
Vyers rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I see. So you saw my potential and decided to strike against moi first…" He mused, "Such wonderful intuition… Well played, son of Krichevskoy."
Laharl shrugged. "I've never even heard of you. It's only a coincidence that we're here," He remarked, "You're just a tiny stepping stone on my path to the throne."
Vyers gasped, shocked. "How dare you!" He yelled angrily, "I am the Dark Adonis Vy-!"
"Who gives a damn about you?" Laharl interrupted, getting annoyed with the older demon, "Your new name is 'Mid-Boss'."
"Mi-mi-mid-Boss!?" Mid-Boss repeated, his face falling.
"Looks like you hurt his feelings, Prince." Etna commented.
"Unforgivable…" Mid-Boss muttered, before glaring at Laharl, "That is unforgivable! Guards!"
A group of ghosts, a warrior, an archer, and a Wind Mage rushed in.
"You called, Lord Mid-Boss?" the warrior asked.
"You- me- that-" Mid-Boss flustered, before pointing at Laharl's group. "GET THEM!"
Acting quickly the Wind Mage and Archer took their positions on a pair of geo panels, while the ghosts and the Warrior launched a frontal attack. As both sides clashed, Etna made a startling realization.
"Prince! The Mage and Archer are standing on Enemy-Boost panels!" She cried, just as a blast of wind knocked her aside.
"Hey, don't fall yet!" Laharl yelled, dodging a punch from Mid-Boss, only to be hit by the Warrior. Meanwhile, the Prinny Squad and the ghosts were duking it out.
"Grr, take this!" Laharl yelled, running at the Warrior, "Hurricane Slash!"
Creating a whirlwind, Laharl sent the Warrior into the air, before smashing him down onto the Archer. Though the Warrior was beaten, the Archer shot at Laharl. Laharl jumped away to avoid the arrows, but was now in range of Mid-Boss.
Thwack!
"Oof!" Laharl grunted, being knocked back. He had to get rid of that geo effect! But where was the geo symbol…?
There! Three of them, lined up in a row…how convenient.
"Blade Rush!"
Laharl charged at the symbols, smashing them in an instant. "So much for your geo panels!" the Prince sneered, glaring at Mid-Boss.
With the Enemy-Boost gone, it was now time for Etna to get her revenge. She had been busy helping the Prinnies out, but with the ghosts gone, there was only one thing to do.
"Prinny Raid!" She called out, pointing at her targets.
The Prinnies, moved by a force other than their own, launched themselves at the Wind Mage and Archer, blasting them to smithereens.
"Good help is so hard to find, isn't it, Mid-Boss?" Laharl taunted.
But Mid-Boss was in no mood for banter.
"Adonis Shot!" He yelled, delivering a megaton punch onto Laharl. Laharl flew across the room, crashing into a statue.
"Perhaps I overdid it?" Mid- Boss asked, looking at the rubble. But to his surprise, Laharl got up and dusted himself off.
"My turn!" Laharl lunged at Mid-Boss, his fist glowing. "Burning Knuckle!"
Laharl smashed his fist into Mid-Boss, who seemed to burst into FLAMES.
BLAMMO!
When the smoke cleared, Mid-Boss lay against the wall, covered in soot.
"Heh… I underestimated your skill. I mistook you for but a child," Mid-Boss wheezed, rubbing his head, "But that was an error in judgment. I am too kindhearted."
Laharl glared at Mid-Boss. Who did this blowhard think he was? "Liar," He spat, "You were serious just now."
Off to the side, leaning on her spear (Which was stuck into the Wind Mage), Etna shook her head. "How pathetic," She commented, "Nothing's worse than a sore loser."
Mid-Boss clutched his chest and groaned. "Ugh…! What repulsive little brats you are." Getting up, Mid-Boss leapt to an open window. "I shall come to return the favor, so do not forget about moi!!"
And with that, Mid-Boss jumped out the window, which would was slightly more impressive when you realize they were on the top floor.
Not really concerned with that tidbit, Laharl turned to his followers.
"Alright, let's collect the spoils and head home." He ordered.
Etna quickly pulled her spear out from the Wind Mage. "Uh… Prince, I need to use the restroom." She said, and left.
The Prinny Squad stared. "Master Etna ran away," One commented. They rest looked at the giant bag of stolen goods with horror, "Which means… Dood, we're gonna hafta carry all this?"
"We're Master Etna's vassals, not the Prince's…" A third Prinny moaned.
"Etna's vassals are my vassals," Laharl told them sternly, "And my vassals do what I say. Now get to work."
"Doooooood…." The Prinnies moaned, staring at the giant sack.
"Now, now," A kind voice said. The Prinny Squad looked over at the source, a red Prinny that had snuck along with the normal ones. They had seen her at the Overlord's Castle many times, usually in the Prince's room. She was the one they called 'Big Sis'.
"It's only until the next red moon, right?" She asked them, looking at them caringly.
The Prinny Squad sighed. "I guess you're right, dood," One of them said, "We'll get to work."
Huffing and puffing, the Prinny Squad gathered around and began to lift the giant sack up. While they struggled, Big Sis Prinny looked over at Laharl, who was drawing mustaches on a portrait of Mid-Boss.
"Laharl…" She murmured softly, a tear forming in her eye.
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In another room, three doors down from the Hall of Caresses, Etna was applying make-up…or so it appeared. In actuality, the compact mirror she was looking at was a secret form of communication…with her TRUE master.
"…No, he doesn't suspect a thing." She assured quietly. There was no one around, but she still had to be careful.
"I see…" An evil voice drifted up from the mirror, "But still… How did he survive after drinking that potion…?" Her master began to sound worried. "If he fully recovers, this will become a difficult task…"
"Don't worry," Etna whispered in an assuring tone, "If you leave it to me, the throne will be yours."
"Are you sure you can deliver on that promise?" Master asked, unconvinced.
"…Yes," Etna answered dutifully, "Remember, in exchange…"
"I know. When I reign supreme as the Overlord, I shall return it to you."
Etna looked away, a pained expression on her face.
"Hmhmhm…" The master chuckled darkly, before laughing out loud. "Hahahahahaha!"
She didn't know why, but Etna had a bad feeling about this…
Episode 1
Prince of the Netherworld
End
A/n: And…that's a wrap, people! That's the first episode, in novel form! I hope I did the game justice!
Mid-Boss: It was appaling!
a/n: What? Why?
Mid-Boss: My servants never called me 'Mid-Boss' in the game.
A/n: It's called artistic licensing. I thought it would be a good one-shot gag.
Mid-Boss: Hmph…And you never did the battles for the Courtyard and Hall.
A/n: It's not easy writing fights down, especially ones in a SRPG. I try to get the finer points down, like those 'Enemy-Boost' Geo Panels you used. I also thought the Laharl-Mid-Boss fight would be a good place for the debut of Laharl's first personal special move, Burning Knuckle. So, tell me what you thought of this chapter, (That means review!) and I'll be back with the next episode! To give you a good idea what's to come, heeere's Etna!
-Episode 2 peview-
Etna: Finally, the time has come for Prince Laharl to pay for all his evil deeds!
Laharl: Hey.
Etna: Now, Etna will fulfill the late Prince's wish and succeed him to the throne.
Laharl: I'm not dead.
Etna: So long, Prince! Your humble vassal Etna will put your money and power to good use.
Laharl: You're one scary girl.
Etna: Next on Hyper Dimensional Demon Gal Etna, Episode 2: The Birth of Queen Etna. A new era of the Netherworld begins!
Laharl: You're delusional...