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Here we enter, in the full glance of the netherworld's moon, the Chambers of the Overlord's Castle. Throughout its corrdiors, darkness walks across the marble floors and silence plays a full ochestra of violens and earshot Blues. Those who should be awake, such as the Guardian Gargo, are free from the responsibilities of patrol. Candles around the castle have long since burned out, leaving dried up wax on the floor due to Ghoss taking an early leave from duties.

Our only source of illumination is the moonlight itself, and therein we creep into Laharl's personal chamber; a room devoid of any recreation with the exception of a coffin and an unlite candle torch. Shall I, the Narrator, give this room its day of freedom? Well, if I must, then let us start by opening these ragged curtains.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

There came a thump within the coffin.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The coffin cover flew away with the force of a skinny leg, and quickly did Laharl sit up from the angst of a bad dream. The lightning crackled both a terrible scream and a twinkle into Laharl's room, and there in the corner of his eye, he saw a slender figure posing in a seductive taunt.

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! SOMEBODY, GET IN HERE!!"

The chamber's door flew open, "Prince, what is wrong with you?" Said Zommie, an unreliable caretaker of the castle.

"There's a woman with a sexy body in my room!"

Without a moment to waste, Zommie flung a weak fire spell onto the torch, and when the room lit up, nothing nor any stranger was seen. Only a slender tree potted in a flower pot was present with two big ripe curse melons on its branches.

Zommie gritted his teeth, "Don't play with my emotions like that prince."

"I swear, there was a hot sexy body staring at me right over there."

"You were dreaming is all. I was dreaming something like that too, until you woke me up," Zommie slammed the doors shut.

From outside you could hear a few more footsteps coming closer and voices full of sandman's intoxication.

"What's going on?" Said a vassal.

"The prince wet his bed. Nothing to see here folks, just go back to sleep, the prince just had a nightmare, that's all."

"I was having a good dream and all!" Said an enraged female voice.

"Weren't we all?" As Zommie urged the slight crowd of drousy grumpy vassals to go away, many footsteps were heard disapearing into thin air. Grunts and torch lights slowly dimmed from the cracks of Laharl's chamber doors.

Laharl sat up, looking around his room in dumbfoundedness. Then finally, fully awake from Sandman's spell, Laharl shakes his head and says, "Wait a minute, when did I have a cursed Melon tree in my room? And who the hell opened my drapes?!" For a while, Laharl pondered, "...Flonne!!"

Fast forwarding an hour or two later, We find our young freshman Overlord entering the kitchen, already dressed up in his santa clause short shorts. Etna, also ready in a somewhat unappropriate attire for school grounds, sits on top a counter, relaxed while casually eating an apple.

"Get offa my countertop. Stop lounging around like you own the place, I don't pay you to lounge around."

"Aww Prince..." Etna hopped away from laziness, "You peed your bed and now you're grumpy."

"S-shut up. I just had a bad dream is all! I didn't pee the bed!!" Laharl crossed to a mediocre kitchen table with a severely weak leg, "Where's my breakfast!?"

"Its almost done prince, just give it a few, will ya?" Said Dratti, appearantly reading a magazine about facelifts.

Etna rushed ahead to oblige Laharl a seat, as if he were royal, "Give me a few hundred Hell and I swear I won't tell the school."

"Are you serious?" Laharl had yet to be seated royally, the demand sank slowly within his heart, paralysing his legs.

"Five hundred Hell to keep my mouth shut, that's all you have to give me."

"That's all I have to give you? That's my whole allowance!" Laharl screeched, "If the school finds out about this, I'll be ruined."

"Take it or leave it," Said Etna, snapping her fingers. She waved her thrifty fingers at him to cough up the cash.

"What kind of vassal extorts her superior for hell?!"

"Hey," Etna leaned against the chair Laharl has yet to sit in, "I have to keep up appearances, how else would the girls look up to me if the boys don't want to play with me?"

Laharl's antannaes deflatted, "Who would want to play with you anyway?"

That wasn't the smartest thing to say. Etna was very sensative about her looks and of all people, Laharl, if no one else, should've known how Etna always demands revenge if she's ever offended, swindled, or purposely misled. How could he be so foolish?

A very unique aura of darkness and sexiness intermingled and expelled from Etna's slim body. She clenched her fist and kicked the chair back under the table, "TWENTY HUNDRED HELL!!!"

"But thats all of my savings!"

Etna took no homage in listening to his plea, soon she exited. No doubt, Laharl was disgruntled. He sat down, and after waiting five minutes in displeasure, Dratti finally presented him with a plate, which consisted of Senator Wilkomen's leg-- broiled extremely of course, CurseCakes appearantly too doughy to lift with a fork, JeepersCreamers puffs that were obviously stale from months of being in the cabinet. The milk Dratti poured in the cereal bowl was disgustingly sour and chunky and way over the expiration date.

"Hope you like it rich in calcium," said Dratti, with a hint of tenderness.

"This is my breakfast?"

"Sure is."

"Fool! Take this back and get me something real to eat!"

"The Senator's leg is as real as it gets."

The silence was dead again. When Laharl took his eyes off Dratti and onto his food, Dratti's smile fell far from her face, there after she leaned onto the countertop reading her Cosmo 'zine.

Laharl was so very reluctant to lift the fork. He looked at his crusty cereal drowning in his chunky milk. Digusting! Utterly disgusting and unrefined for a supreme being such as he to eat. It was appalling how the senator's leg was overdone and turning to ash each time he lifted a piece up with his fork. Unbefitting for Laharl indeed, to have his cereal turn into solid white jello when he dug his spoon in. Laharl, dissatified and lamenting, fled from his scowling kitchen chambers, away from the reminders of his financial decline.

In he went to the torture room, where foul decaying flesh hung from their jaws by the hooks of the damned on the ceiling. Caged prisoners held concentrated above a pit of ravaging manticores jumping for fresh meat to be released. It was a room Laharl, Etna, and Flonne as well, went in all the time, because in some form of twisted netherworld nature, this chamber also held the title as the living room. Between the Dark-winged Black Velvet couch of unsurpassed Reliviation and Big Flat Screen Television(Approximately One hundred-twenty inches big) fell a spiked pit of infernal fury, many feet deep. The flames crackled especially satified as it was recently fed more victims. Laharl's bookbag was left on the couch, like many other days since he always enters his living room right after he gets home from school.

Next to the couch was a small glass side-table. It supposed to have housed remotes, but Etna shoo'd them all to the floor. Messes of paper laid all around her as she wrote on the surface of the glass table.

"What are you doing?" Laharl crossed his arms, standing right above Etna.

"I forgot to do Mr. Wilson's report."

"And your doing it now? 100 pages in 5 minutes?"

"And don't tell me you did yours?" Etna's pencil broke, "crap."

"Hmhmhmm, you fool, of course not. I'm the Overlord, I forced the evil overlord's club to do it for me."

"Well lucky you," said Etna, using a prinny to sharpen her pencil(in some miscellaneous form we could not try to comprehend).

"But you could've just asked Flonne to do it for you, duh!"

Etna snapped her finger, "Damn. Why didn't I think of that."

Ghoss appeared through the ceiling, "Prince, the cheese bus is here," he flew all around the Living room aimlessly until shortly after arriving behind Laharl, "It been here for a while actually. Its about to leave."

"If it was here for so long, why didn't you get me earlier?"

"Oh no, I wasn't trying to get you, I came in here to watch prism rangers, Luckily for you."

The massive royal doors swung open and crunched the walls. Goleck, Dratti, and the other vassals of the late King Krechevskoy were pouring into the livingroom/torture room.

"Yo! Go, go, prism rangerrrrrrs!" Goleck blustered, leaving smushy dirt in the trial that he walked, "Rainbow, Rainbow Rangerrrrrrs."

"Why is the television not on yet," Said Zommie, pulling a rope from the ceiling to release the prisoners into the manticores den, "That should take care of any distractions."

"Can't I have at least one dependable vassal in my castle?!" Laharl sighed. His vassals paid him no mind, however. The King dragged his feet out of the livingroom, enraged, to get to school.

"Hey, Prince, the school bus is already here, just in case you didn't know," Zommie said, being the first to relax on the couch and taking the armrest. Laharl was out the livingroom by that time already.

"Prince, you left your bookbag!!" Dratti Roared, "Oh well. Here Manti, take it to him."

"Who am I, your servant!" Manti the manticores roared, "You take it to him."

Then, Etna's eyes shined through the darkness that held an opportuned time. An idea glew on top of her head and a smirk curved her lips from ear to ear. Stopping Manti's and Dratti's immature controversy with her greasy idea, Etna snatched the bag from the Dragon's small arm, "I'll take it to him," She dug her skinny hand inside, "Lets just see if its in here..." she pulled out a thick sheeted document of salvation, "Bingo!"

Once she retrieved her bookbag next to the couch, she secured Laharl's report and went off to the bus with his bag.

Demonlings' Demrithmetic Intermediate School 244, or DDIS for short, was a very bad school. "Molding young demonlings into upstanding Overlords," was a bunch of bullcrap, strictly for the cats and dogs. There was nothing prestigious about its interiors. The steps leading to the school's entrance were cracked and crumpled, the gates around its premises were extremely rusty and torn apart practically. A lot of graffiti stuck onto the crumbling stairs and tagged all over the school building. Such graffiti that stuck out perfectly, untouched by the cracks on the stairs read, "Darkness4lif," another big yet barely articulate message on the second floor Walls and windows read, "DDIS SUXZ." A few windows were shattered, as clearly seen from the front view of the school.

There was hardly anyone at school right now, since most of the students started second Period. Laharl and Etna were the unfortunate ones to have a 1 to 7 schedule.

As soon as they exited the bus, Etna began to break away from Laharl, walking as fast as her hi-heels could speed away. She was very picky in choosing who she hung around with at school, and Laharl was definitely not a pick to be around with if she wanted to keep her status up with her feminine feline associates, who looked up to Etna but Hated Laharl(He made a wise crack about their big breast). When Etna was at school, she was her own overlord, and a damn good one at that. She was the only girl in school who made flat chest and no ass look like a good thing, and she was the only stick figure in the ENTIRE NETHERWORLD to be able to lead a pack of Giant Big-breasted amazon Kitties without having any of their requirements for leadership. That's power.

Flonne, who arrived at school half an hour before, continued her protest in front of the school, alone. For three weeks now, Flonne has been Holding up picket signs demanding the school start teaching courses about love. So far, no one except Mid-Boss has been around to support her idealism.

Ironically, Laharl and Etna ended up back together when approaching Flonne. Flonne stopped her ranting when her friends came by.

"What are you doing? Its too early for that nonsense," said Laharl.

"Its never too early to make the world a better place," Flonne said, purposely dropping her picket sign, "Wanna join?"

"Uh, Flonne, look around you. There's hardly any one to bring awareness too," Etna said, "Maybe if you picketed in the middle of the day instead of the beginning..."

Flonne signed, "Ooh, I know that Etna, but this is the only free time I can protest."

"Well you're not gonna get far with it Flonne-chan."

"Why don't you just cut class," Laharl nodded at his idea.

"No, I couldn't do that. I love class, it would contradict my entire purpose of protesting for academics on love."

"Suit yourself Flonne," said Etna, climbing the stairs with her designer's carrying purse.

"What would Violet Prism Ranger Garetz do... in a situation like this?" Flonne pondered.

Laharl stared at her with one eyebrow reaching for the sky, "What? You're delusional," he said, before assending up the rubble that were the stairs. Passing below the stone awning, held up by two decrepit pillars, Laharl looked to the left of him, and saw more grafetti: "BaAL4Eva," said itself, in black, purple, and green colors.

There was nothing Suit-worthy about this school, there were as many Gangs, or groups, as there were classrooms. No smart kids, no scholarships, in order to survive, a demon HAD to find a group to be with, but of course there were few exceptions. Laharl wasn't in a group, and he was alright.

Laharl walked in the cafeteria and there, again, there was more graffiti lined up on the wall as he walked by: "BaalzBawlrz," was the first to be seen. It was especially standout-ish because it made Laharl angry for some reason. It was written in a stylist format of funk and bubble letters, admixed with purple, neon-blue and black colors.

"DDIS SUXZ;" "Xombiez Knightz;" "Sexy Queen waz her," Its pink, red, and black retro feel gave Laharl the idea as to who had writen the last one.

"Infernal OvrLrd." The last one was curtesy of Laharl himself, donning it with a orange, red, and yellow look, to join in on the fray, and also to cover up the previous graffiti that said, "Larl Sux."

Immediately, Laharl seen Etna when he passed through the slight cafeteria hallway; he saw Etna and her little group of overly endulging girls sitting around her as she sat in the middle on the table, it was always enough to make him throw up every damn day, but not quite as much today, because there was a little confrontation going on between Etna and two other girls. He couldn't hear anything that was going on, he could only see Etna pointing her spear at one of the girls. She was pointing it at the blonde one. There was not much to see of her except her long blonde hair, navy-blue stockings, and white "Satan'sSecret" shoes. The other girl was just flat-out ugly from behind, Laharl could tell. Then again, being in the netherworld, there could be few things that are determained "ulgy" as a fact.

After Laharl got his breakfast to make up for the screw up at home, he sat alone at a table. At one end of the Cafe he could see Baal hustling and extorting Hell from lesser demonlings. Laharl really didn't like Baal all that much. He was alittle afraid of him, but it wasn't much of a big deal to him. Laharl kept him in his eyesight still. Baal made him think of two other people he didn't like all that well, they weren't inside the cafeteria but he kept an eye out for them too: a girl with green hair who's optimism could rival Flonne's and who was overly tender and nice. It really pained Laharl to no end how incredibly nice and how incredibly tolerant she was. She was definitely Flonne's rival, perhaps an overlord of kindness. Anybody could walk all over her, she was too stupid with kindness NOT to get annoyed by her. He still didn't know her name though, he called her the "Green head girl," just to give her a name. The other person he didn't like had blue spikey hair. He didn't know his name either, but he always went where ever the girl went. Laharl didn't know much about him because he was mostly quiet all the time, he was enigmatic, which made Laharl dislike him even more.

Before he could finish his foods, the Bell of Horror rang, issuing the start of First Period.

While Ms. Erberister painted the chalk board with abstract letters, many of the kids were randomly socializing. Despite the late bell having rung five minutes ago, kids still steadily streamed inside the classroom. Today, though, for some reason, the classroom looked empty, and as more and more students swarmed in, it was definate that the class was missing a few vital components. The Early birds like Etna and Laharl got their seats secured, as did other demons who were in their own social circles and sitting on tables they owned.

"Miss, there's not enough seats to go around," said one Demonling, hovering over the teachers desk waiting for an explanation.

Ms. Erberister did not respond however, minding her own and writing on the chalk board.

"Miss... Yo, miss... Miss..." Said the demonling, still, she purposely ignored him.

"Hey," said Etna, coming closer to Laharl from her desk up against the left wall, she banked her butt on the neighboring desk next to Laharl, "Is it me or has Flonne decided to cut class?"

"What?" Laharl looked around the barren class, and sure enough, Flonne was no where to be seen.

"And is it me..." continued Etna, "Or is the class sort of missing a few chair?"

Laharl looked around, and in the back he saw a lot of kids standing against the back wall, because there wasn't enough desk to go around.

"And is it me, or..." Etna saw a wanna-be demon sneaking over to her table to grab her seat, "HEY!" Said Etna, crossing back over to her seat with a pickle spear in her hand, "Get up. NOW!"

"Finders Keepers, Losers dress like hookers," said he. He must have been new or something.

Etna kicked him in his face using her heel, the force of her heel immediately sent him pinned down, with a crunched skull on the floor. Now the class grew quiet and became onlookers. The teacher still didn't care though.

Etna took her seat and kicked the kid in his face again.

After that momentary display, Ms. Erberister finally turned around and put her chalk in the drawer, "Those who don't have a seat, stand in back and take out your books. Answer this brief question on the board while I take attendance."

"Why there isn't any chairs miss?" Said Jackle Jekyl, with a distorted voice projection due to his loosly sewn lips. The teacher didn't pay him any mind. "Miss... Miss... Don't ignore me Miss..." Said Jackle again.

"KillJoy Mccoy?" Ms.E started.

"Here."

"Laharl?"

"You mean Laharl, the SUPREME Overlord of the Netherworld!!" Laharl's scarf fluttered through ominous winds that were filled with darkness and hatred, his antannaes stood up eminating electricity that randomly shocked his neighboring associates and his demonic shadow grew three times larger onto the ceiling, with its eyes fiercely looking down on the students with bloodlusting crimson appeal.

"Just say 'here' God dammit."

"Here!" Laharl said.

"Loser," said an anonymous voice.

Laharl's shadow ripped off from the ceiling and crossed over to the smart-mouth who dared to entice the Infernal King. After enveloping its victim, Laharl's reflection of malevolence and merciless enmity cast away a horrific laughter as it swam over the demonlings violently.

"Laharl, stop playing around!" Ms. Erberister dangerously voiced, "I'm tired of your nonsense, today is not the day to get on my nerves."

"But he started with me!" defended the infernal king.

"Laharl, minus five."

Laharl gritted his teeth in absolute anger and madness at the teacher, his burning dark aura risen in frustration. The class laughed at him as he was forced to order his shadow to leave the building or else his grade would take an eminent beating.

"I'm tired of your nonsense Laharl, you need to grow up and act your ages. When I start class..." She turned her attention to the whole class now, "I expect all student to be seated and be quiet! You know when I begin attendants, you be quiet. You know when I begin attendants, you stop playing around, you all know this, so why do I constantly have to tell you to settle down?" She looked at Laharl, "Huh?" She began to wait in silence.

That pissed Laharl off and made his demonic aura more ripe with rage, his eyes were filled with a desire to smash Ms. Erberister's head onto the table repeatedly, "He STARTED IT!!"

"I don't care if he started it, how about you end it for a change? Huh?"

Laharl looked away and stayed silent. Etna saw Jackle Jekyl laughing quietly to himself at Laharl's situation, and then she saw Laharl looking at Jackle with despite, so she knew he was next on Laharl's list.

Anyway, the teacher continued her attendance, "Kim Reaper?"

"Here."

"Demon-Eye Joe?"

"'ere."

"Etna?"

"Right here miss."

"Missisickle Sicily?"

"Here."

"Flonne?"

There was silence.

"Flonne? Flonne is absent? Hm, strange... Does any one know why Flonne is absent?"

"She's cutting," said Etna.

Some of the students snickered secretively.

"What? Its true," continued Etna.

After the teacher took attendance she closed up her record book and dragged it to the side. "Okay," she sighed, getting up from her seat, "Class, due to the assembly's decision to cut school supplies to raise military funding for the Overlord's army, the school system has had to cut down on desks and chairs to maintain a standard educational quality for you students, so that you may grow up to establish a democracy and never have to appeal to the Overlord's every decision without debate anymore. Therefore, two students will sit per one desk. Lets all throw paperballs at Laharl for appealing to such a decision."

A few paperballs landed on Laharl's head. Conveniently, Laharl sat right infront of the class, so everybody had an oppurtunity to throw paperballs at Laharl. Amongst the paperball parade, a textbook landed on Laharl's desk, which mysteriously came from Etna's direction. Ms. Erberister was marked on Laharl's list, he just about had it with her.

"Okay students, Chop chop, two students per one desk, get your butts up and start pairing with your best friend. Don't sit next to someone you don't like, because you'll be sharing these seats for the rest of the school year," said the teacher.

So the students without seating arrangements wandered around, making sure they took the time to pass around Laharl's desk to voice their opinion.

"Thanks a lot dumbass."

"You betta watch yourself Laharl," said Demon-eye Joe.

"I will NEVER consider you as an overlord!" Said Etna, smiling, "I vote for a rebellion!"

"Stop giving them ideas," Laharl whispered to Etna, who now sat next to him in a neighboring desk.

"Yea, lets veto his ass," said a demonling.

"I couldn't agree with you more," Said Ms. Erberister.

Laharl had a lot of people on his list, and it was only the first period of classes.

Fortunately, in his opinion, Laharl had his own seat, because very few people liked him.

"I can't believe it... don't tell me I left it at home," Said Laharl, shuffling through his bag. He knelt down and began to dump the contents on the floor.

"Well you're definitely not gonna find it like that," Etna said, leaning right against the wall next to the door of her previous class, "You do realize people are watching you, prince."

It was the change between first and second period, and many people glared at Laharl as he crawled around, searching through his messes of paper and notebooks.

"You should be more organized, prince."

"I ordered YOU to clean out my bookbag."

"Noooo! Excuse me, but you told Havelva to do it, not me. She may have pigtails like me, but I sure as hell never get clean up duty. She was probably too busy knockin' boots with Duramius."

Laharl paused and blushed for a second, then he started to gather up all his papers, "I swear, all my vassals are so incompetent! I'm gonna have to smack all of ya's if you don't start obeying my orders."

"Why don't you see if Flonne has your report?"

Laharl saddled his bookbag, "I was just thinking that."

"She already cut class, who's to say she didn't steal your report, huh?"

"No," Said Laharl, both demons started walking through the hallway, Etna stayed back alittle, Laharl continued, "She did her's already, we exchanged reports. But that stupid angel, I bet she still has mine."

Laharl's suspicion was right, Flonne indeed was not cutting school, instead she was outside, slumped over on a stone bench with her head resting on top of her arms, barely allowing her picket sign to slide completely onto the floor. She was taking a little nap.

"I knew she wasn't cutting," said Laharl, as they both drew close to Flonne.

"Aw. And Here I thought our cute little Flonne-chan had grown up into a big girl. Isn't she just so cute?"

"No."

Etna came closer to Flonne, and tugged at her ear, "FLONNE, WAKE UP!!"

"WAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Flonne catapulted up! She nearly missed colliding with Etna by a hairstring, "W-what's going on?!"

"Nothing much, just that you didn't come to class," said Etna.

"What? But I only dozed off for five minutes."

"Appearantly not, since second period has already started."

"What?" Flonne looked up at the school, and then the late bell sounded off, "Aaahhhhh! I missed first period! Oh no, what am I going to do?"

"You should be ashamed of yourself, cutting class like that."

"I agree," Laharl intervined, "Its not often you see an Angel cut classes. You show promise Flonne, I like that."

"No. It wasn't intentional."

"She's been hanging around in the netherworld for too long," Etna grabbed her chin and examined her face closely, "Personally, I think she's becoming a demon. Are those horns I see, Flonne?"

"What horns?" Flonne patted her head in a frantic rhadsody, "I don't feel anything!"

"Well of course not."

"Flonne," Laharl intervined, "Where's my Netherworld report for Mr. Wilson?"

"What? I don't know. I gave it to you yesterday."

"You did?" Laharl crossed his arms and pondered, "Well, I don't remember anything like that. You're not lying to me..."

"I'm not."

Laharl continued to ponder, "I think I'd remember something as important as that."

"Well obviously you don't," said Etna.

"Shut up. Mind your business," Laharl defended arrogantly. Etna looked at Laharl with the mischevious smirk of a guilty cat.

"But I did. Remember? I asked you to trade with me. You didn't read mine, but I read yours, and then after that, we traded back at the same time, then I placed it in my bookbag. Remember?"

"No! I don't recall you giving it back to me!"

"But I did!"

"Um, if you guys don't mind, I'd like to be heading off to class right now," Etna said.

"Stop being so stubborn Laharl, learn to take responsibility for your mistakes," said Flonne.

"But its not my mistake to take care of. As my vassal, you are responsible for all paperwork and homework organization. Its your duty to make sure all of my homework is in my bag."

"What, but Laharl... You never gave me a job like that," Flonne retaliated.

"I don't recall him giving a job like that to anybody," Etna said.

"Well..." Laharl started to improvise, he was poor at improvising because he never ever did much thinking. He had his vassals do it for him, "It was assigned to her yesterday evening. YOU forgot to pack my books, so its your fault."

"That's not right!" Flonne stomped and grimaced a frown of dissaproval as best as she could, but it was too much of a failure for Etna to keep from sneering secretly, "Laharl, you spoiled brat!"

Etna cracked up!

"Spoiled? I'm the overlord! If I tell you to do something, you do it!" Laharl flared.

"But you didn't tell me to do anything!" Flonne retaliated.

"Guys, as much as I'm enjoying this argument, and please do believe me when I say I do, If we don't make it to class now, I don't think Mr. Yanklvich will let us in. You know how much of a bastard he can be."

"Oh no, I've wasted to much time arguing. I don't want to miss class again," Flonne threw her picket sign behind the bench, "Bye you guys!" and sped away. She didn't have the same class as Laharl and Etna had.

Along the way in a desperate rush to class, Laharl and Etna were picked up by School Security officers, who ironically never ever cared about doing their jobs until now, and had writen them up for truancy and neglecting to get to class on time. For if you are not in class after the late bell, then the security hounds sniff you out and attack you with a summons-- a notice stating you have commited unjustice to school rules that evidently goes onto your school record. But the Security officers never cared what students did. So why did they care now? After being hit with a summons, Etna and Laharl were excorted down to the Dean's office to get it signed and recorded. When they got there, to their astonishment, Flonne was sitting on the bench, looking at her summons with such profound dumbfoundedness you would think she killed a teacher without knowing.

"You too, huh?" Said Etna, the demon duo took a seat at the same bench as Flonne.

"But I was almost there. I almost turned the doorknob a full 360-degrees when something attacked me," Flonne's eye's began to swell up, "It just isn't fair."

"Yea well life isn't fair in the netherworld, Flonne. It just isn't fair"

Flonne began to cry fake tears, "But I never got a summons in my entire life. I never got suspended in my entire life."

"Stop your blabbering," Laharl stated, "The more summons you get, the more respect you have."

"But I wanna go to Celestia University, If this goes on my record, it'll ruin my chances."

"Come on Flonne, one summons isn't gonna hurt ya. Give it a break, sheesh, its not the end of the world."

"Well it is for me," Flonne stood up, "Pepero Popkira Paprica!" and casted a fire spell, burning her summons away into ash, "I have to make it to class, or else I won't learn anything for Curseday's test. Bye."

Flonne exited, ninja style.

"Well, well..." Etna said.

"I'm quite impressed," Laharl stated, "she has potential to be a demon yet."

The Dean called in the young punks and made them have a seat. After permanantly marking their records he gave them a notice that would have to be sent to the principle later on, thereafter both demons were sent to class with a pass.

The door swung open, and there came in Laharl and Etna, in a classroom with too much freedom going around. What was sitting at the teacher's desk was a Prinny reading a newspaper, which was weird to Laharl because Prinnies don't learn or teach in school, they mostly do maintenance and custodio-engineering around the school. Alot of noise was present inside the classroom as there were endless mouths ranting on, sooner or later Laharl noticed that the teacher was absent.

"Etna and Laharl sitting in a tree..." A pillar of molten lava expelled from the floor to the top of the ceiling. When it disapeared, so did the smart ass who remarked such a statement.

"Hey now, Play nice," said the Prinny at the teacher's desk, "Okay doods, quiet down so I can take attendance."

Of course the students didn't listen.

"Awright Doods, just shut up for like five seconds for the attendance, then you can talk right after."

"Kiss my ass, dude."

Unbeknowing to these wretched foulmouths, This was the mighty Pringer X on the spotlight, therefore not your usual pushover minimum-wage worker penguin. From blue to black, Pringer prinny King brought out his Mecha Skull of retribution and peddled his little Mecha bat wings in the air a few and nigh-instantanuously obliterated the disobeying child with his almighty Pringer beam.

It was very cataclysmic.

"Awright doods, time to take attendance," Said the king of Union Laborers.

And as so the children obliged him with overwhelming respect, even Laharl was amazed at this turn of irony but morely confused as to why a Prinny would hold so much power, and as to why a Prinny could hold the ranks as a substitute teacher.

"Here I go, doodz. Johnny TwobyFor?" Started the substitute Prinny.

"H-here."

"Bonnie OrganHarvester?"

"H-here."

"Etna So-and-So?"

"Here."

"Dunken Dethgnome?"

There was no answer...

"He's the one you just killed," said an anonymous student.

"Dood, he's absent then," Pringer X x'ed out his name.

Meanwhile, Laharl had a question that had been running through his mind ever since he entered the room, "Etna..."

"What's up?" She sat backwards on the chair.

"Since when was it okay for Prinnies to teach at school?"

"You didn't hear? The prinnies protested for better job oppurtunites to the Assembly."

"And when was that? Why didn't I have any say in this?"

"Hey, don't look at me. It's not my job to keep you informed with current Events."

"But the prinnies are YOUR servants!!"

"Not THAT Prinny."

Pringer X looked to Laharl with Terror-stricken infer-red eyes, Making Laharl flinch for a slight second, "Laharl? Are you Laharl?"

"Yes!!" Said the Overlord, with confused anxiety.

"Then say HERE! DOOD!!"

"HERE!"

Laharl made a mental note to get stronger when he had the chance. He continued to Etna, "You should've at least told me what was going on."

"Prince, I practically saved your life, 'cause THAT very Prinny, was the leader of the whole Sha-bang. He massacred all of the Senate councils in the Dark Assembly, even Baal's father."

Laharl's eyes grew into a wider circumference, He looked at the Black-turned-blue again Prinny, "That Prinny?"

"Yea. But aside from that, I'm pretty sure the Senates passed the bill because of the lack of teachers, due to the pay cuts for the Overlord's army."

"But with power like that, I wouldn't need an army. Vassals wouldn't be important to me anymore."

"But then who else would clean your dirty sheets?"

"Wha--"

"Hey, you too, keep it down, I'm almost done here, man," Said the substitute.

"Sorry about that," replied Etna.

"Doodz, all of you, if I hear one more sound, I'm goin' buckwild."

Well after the attendance was complete, the entire class was silent for nearly 20 minutes until they finally heard the reassuring words from the mouth of the Prinny king. Laharl did actually have some friends, believe it or not, he was in a social group consisting of Etna, two Zombies, and a gothic Wanna-be Overlord.

"Well, I'm so cheap, I use three squares per bathroom visit," said Xomifyde the Zombie.

"Three? I use two," Replied Rhodcorpse.

"I use a dap of dishwashing liquid to wash at least FOUR plates," Said Zeekiel, the Gothic Warrior.

"That's nothing," Stated Laharl, "I turned off the watering system in my castle to save on the gas and electric bill."

"No wonder you stink," said Xomifyde, thereafter a brief laugh. Laharl tried to think of a comeback, but it escaped his mind.

"Uh, Prince, you mean the Water bill," said Etna.

"What?"

"You cutted off the water support, but the Gas and Electric was shutdown by the RRAST(Roseenqueen Repossession Affairs and Services of Tax). Of course we all chipped in to pay for the electic bill; what's a 120inch TV to do without electricity?"

"Give it to me," Replied Zeekiel.

"Who's 'We?'" Asked Xomifyde, "Do you guys live together or something?"

"Who? We? No, of course not, why would you think that?" Etna defended rather suddenly.

"I'm so cheap, I pee in a cup and throw it out the window!" Rhodcorpse initiated suddenly and unexpectingly. Half the class had heard him and so the many who were around had roared a long discordant "Ewwww" pinch.

"You win," Replied Zeekiel, getting up, "This conversation is officially over."

And then the circle disburst in all directions.

To Be Continued...