My Calling

Author: Cornell Valentine Gainsborough

"Speech"

'Inner Thoughts'

MAKAI! Seperates Paragraphs

A/N: Due to another computer crash, I had to get myself another one (this is the third one in two months) and rewrite a whole load of stuff that was lost to the older computers.

Normally, I type my stories in OpenOffice, but I have yet to get it installed, so I'm making use of Notepad until I can reinstall OpenOffice again.

Well, this is a Disgaea based fiction I had been discussing with a friend of mine. After going over a few plot points, and getting his OK on use of his OC, I began to create this.

Disclaimer: Disgaea and its elements are property of Nippon Ichi, but the OC Nelius is mine, and the other OC, who will be mentioned possibly around Chapter 3, belongs to my friend. Many thanks to him for use of his character. There's also fairly heavy language and blood abound in this fic.

Chapter 1: Leaving

Nelius' Journal Log: August 17, 33XX

I've had it.

I don't understand the current situation with the Overlord, but the ever increasing workload has become too much. There are other vassals lazing about while I'm doing all the dirty work.

There's only one option left as of right now.

Soon, the Overlord's going to be heading for that meeting in another Netherworld. I can use that as my chance to get the hell out of this place. After grabbing some provisions out of the storeroom, I'll head for the Eastern Dimension Port. I can sneak aboard one of the vessels there and escape this hellhole.

I can't even imagine the hell that dad had to go though working under this bitch.

MAKAI!

"Attention, all vassals. Report to the Throne Room for an important announcement."

A brown-haired demon closed his journal, slipping it underneath his bed before heading out of his room.

"Showtime, then."

Taking a right, Nelius headed for the Throne Room, where the Overlord of this Netherworld sat upon her throne. He knew that attendance of these announcements was mandatory to his plan, so he wouldn't cause anyone to suspect that he was up to something.

The Overlord of this realm was female, a rather rare occurance, but the number of female Overlords was alreay common in other Netherworlds. Many of her vassals liked to joke that she was a near copy of Overlord Priere, maybe her long lost twin. (Of course, nobody ever said that when she was in the room, unless they liked the idea of losing a few limbs.)

"All right, down to business." The only thing different between her and Priere was her blue hair, but they had fiery tempers all the same. "As most of you know, I'm leaving for the Interdimensional Meeting being held in Priere's Netherworld." A few of the vassals had to suppress a laugh, in memoty of the above mentioned joke. "I'm leaving Cera in charge until I return." Most of the vassals let out a low groan.

Cera was the Overlord's militiant officer, and second in command while the Overlord, Sirea, was gone. A tall, proud Samurai demoness, she was known for her advanced levels of strictness, especially when it came to completing tasks. She was rather fond of whacking people's backsides with a Heavy Sword, already having sent two others to the Hosptal with cracked spinal columns.

'Shit! This throws a wrench into my plans.' His yellow eyes were focused on the Army officer.

MAKAI!

So begins the torture. The moment Sirea left, hell descended upon the castle.

"Walk faster! Keep youself straight! Watch what you're doing!"

'Someone really needs to tell her this ain't the military.' Nelius thought to himself.

For her age, Cera had hearing that could detect an insult from over 6 miles away, and that wasn't an exaggeration. One time, she'd been on the other side of the castle, and heard a derogatorial comment abut her. If not for the fact that her insulter was female, she might've killed her.

'Still, there has to be some way to keep her distracted...'

His distraction came in the form of a large scale group of bandits who previously made attempts to rob the Overlord. Though it was Cera who drove them off, they were fairly persistant, having large numbers in place of strength, integrating other groups of thieves. As they swarmed the castle, Nelius made his way to the storeroom, where a few bandits were trying to grab a free bite to eat.

Sneaking up behind one who was about to dig into a bag of chips, he reared his fist back and let it fly, hearing a crunch of bone as his confirmation that this bandit wouldn't be taking his food. As soon as they heard the skull of their comrade crunch, two more bandits headed for the young demon, who swiftly took care of them via a well-aimed Lion's Roar. Once they were done for, Nelius noted something odd sticking out of one of the bandit's belt. Upon inspecting it, he discovered there was a sack with a fair amount of Hell inside of it.

Remembering his original mission, he grabbed a sack and began to stuff all kinds of food inside of it, ranging from dried meat to energy bars, two water bottles, and three napkins. As another wave of bandits descended upon the castle, Nelius dashed back to his room, taking a bag of traveling clothes, a pillow and blanket, and his journal back with him. Hoisting his travel bags over his back, they caught him off balance for a moment, but he righted himself. He made his way over to the back pantry, where an old back door constructed by the previous Overlord stood intact.

Moving the shelf unit aside, he took one last look at his prison for the past three years as the battles continued.

"Good bye, Sirea, and good riddance to this place!"

He swung the door open, moved the shelf unit back to its original place, and, after closing the door as to cover his tracks, made his way through an underground passage that lead him east. It was far cooler down here; that would make walking through this passage much more bearable.

After traveling for about thirty minutes, due to the sacks' weight, he eventually found the trap door that lead to the surface.

"Phew. I should've planned this out better." Wiping some sweat from his brow, he grabbed one rung of the ladder and began climbing. After a good ten minutes, mostly because the sacks wanted shift in every direction, he reached the surface, pushing the door aside and climbing out.

He'd traveled about a good eight miles from the castle. This was it, his first step toward his own freedom.

"Next stop, the Port. That place's usually busy. I can hitch a ride out of this place from there."

He positioned himself eastward, and began walking.

MAKAI!

It's not exactly the best intro to this story that I had planned, but we've got to start somewhere, right?

Well, the next chapter's going to be about the three days spent getting to the Dimension Port.

Until next Chapter,

Cornell Valentine Gainsborough