A/N: Hi, I don't know where I'm going with this. My username is Prinnyramza. Prinnies are creatures from the JRPG-Strategy-Grindfest games Disgaea. So I thought "why not a pseudo-crossover?" I'm not putting this as an actually crossover because no Disgaea characters will actually show up, and I plan to explain any concepts from those games as if the reader doesn't know them.

What you should expect is RPG mechanics being used as plot points, level grinding, characters being jerks for the sake of humor, fourth wall breaking and power escalation until everyone is throwing planets at each other like it's Gurren Lagann or something.

His breathing was heavy. Not surprising as he just ran to the door. He was drained, but this late in the game getting into position was the most important thing. He could rest in a bit when the deed was done.

To his side was a man with a shield. He took out his hammer. He nodded and the man nodded back. They both knew what they had to do. The plan was to knock the door down completely than while the man gave him cover, he would whip out his rifle confronting the enemy face to face.

While they did that a third man would flank them by dropping down from above. Simple, but that didn't mean it would be easy.

They couldn't fail, everything was counting on their success.

The hammer torn the wood into splinters. He didn't even wait for the sawdust to drop from the air. He pulled out his weapon and fired, tearing the room apart until he saw blood spatter. Eventually his chip was done.

Signaling to his companion, he stepped forward and looked at the body.

One of theirs. In fact it was the man who was supposed to drop down. Why was he there? He should've been right out of the line of fire and why was he alone? His was the only body on the ground.

Where was the enemy?

He got his answer in form of a gunshot.

Suddenly he was out of his body, watching his death from his opponent eyes. The enemy crouched to the side of the door. A man dropped down early, got shredded and he was free to shoot the two man as they walked by without seeing him.

"That is bullshit." Cried a definite teenage voice. Somewhere a controller was being tapped upon furiously. The owner of the voice was in fact a teenager, average height, average build, average third eye, average horns. Yup everything I just described is perfectly normal.

Behind him was some hippie as could be identified by the ponytail and goatee. This man usually could be described as a calm person who very presence could put you in a state of ease, but at that moment his gentle smile had long been slaughter and replaced by the familiar expression of 'trying not to yell.' Sometimes working for royalty meant you had to deal with royal brats. "Master Tom. Are you ready for today's session?" He said for the umpteenth time that day.

"Ya, I already told you Candle. I'd be there in a second." The boy, Tom swung the controller left or right as if that would help his aim in the slightest.

"I don't mean any disrespect but I think you are vastly overestimating the length of a second." Had to give it to the ambiguously human man, he was professional enough not to roll his eyes at the young master.

"Just be a little bit patient."

"I'm going to regret this later." Candle muttered to him. Desperate times, and know the rest of that old saying. He walked over behind the tv and with a casual grip, yank out the power cord.

There was a split second where Tom looked like someone had shit his hellhound before his shoulders burned in a bright orange flame. "Candle. Have you lost your mind. You know what I can do to you, right?"

The servant looked unimpressed. "You have made that quite clear from your many threats throughout the years my lord, but I think I should take my chances with your rather than disobeying your mother's orders. Besides what if Princess Butterfly heard that your were neglecting your princely duties because you simply wouldn't pause a game?"

The fire blew out but Tom did not flinch. He sat up with conviction. "It's online. I can't pause it. What type of guy would I be if I just abandon the game? When you start playing you have responsibility to your team to see the game through." Rage quitters were scum for all he was concerned. He frowned, his servant did have at least one good point. "And Star isn't going to be disappointed. I'm getting prepared for my duty. How about we get started with all that crap now?"

"Great because after your demoncism, you made a causal oath to prepare for your future as king of the Underworld. Your mother hearing about this has put me in charge of your studies. I am to lead you however I see fit."

Candle wasn't saying anything that Tom didn't already know. "Ya, so?"

"Just a basic reminder that while I may not have the strength to make any demands of you, I do have the authority." Candle shrugged.

Tom stretched out his hand. He could already feel the heat in his palms threatening to become a ball of flames. "You really think that? We're demons. Aren't we all supposed to be anti-authority?"

"Probably normally but let's be honest, you are a bit spoiled by your mother's affection." The man said causally.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tom glared at his pseudo-butler.

"Simple Lord Tom." Candle looked disappointed that he had to spell it out. "I'm calling you a mama's boy"

The ball of heat did ignite. Tom soon held a miniature sun in his hand. "Don't think I won't filet you."

"You might, but your parents will be disappointed when they have to revive me." If Candle was worried he didn't show it. "Now, if I remember correctly you do have a date later with Princess Butterfly. I'll be a little bit considerate and try desperately to move this along as quickly as possible."

It didn't take much for Candle to wheel a chalkboard in. Drawn was a simple pyramid diagram, horned stick figures on top of horn stick figures. A crude doddle of Tom was on top.

There has historically been a sole ruler of the underworld, however the underworld itself was divided into many provinces. These provinces were held by demon lords, direct servants of the Overlord, the king or queen of the underworld.

These demon lords manage the daily busy of each province and in return everything they gain is taxed to the the head hanco, which was Queen Lucitor, Tom's mother. Of course leadership went through changes as lords retired or were promoted.

"You are of course expected to keep some of the demon lords in their current positions, but you should also prepare to bring in some new blood."

Tom hadn't moved from his gaming chair but listened to the man. "Huh?" It didn't do him as much good as it should.

Candle looked away from his student and sighed. "You are to gain vassals of your own choosing."

"Do I really have to do that? I mean everyone's been doing the same biz for the last millennium, I don't see why I have to go changing things." Plus that would make things easier on him.

"Tom, please remember our last lesson. This was to be a refresher but maybe I should have gone into more detail. We are demons." Candle spoke as if the idea was new.

"Duh."

Candle stood straight as he began to lecture. "As you have helpfully put it 'we are anti-authority.' Your mother when she was your age had to claw herself up despite also being the next rightful heir. That is because none of your grandfather's vassals gave her leeway as she made her claim to the throne. They took the changing of power as an opportunity. If they didn't take a stab directly at the queen, they were still causing chaos by attacking each other."

"Really that's lame. Looks like I'll have go pound some guys." Tom didn't look displeased by the idea. He punched his palm, giving a mischievous smile.

"A little bit brutish, but actually correct." Candle relented. "You'll have to present a show of force."

"Okay great. Good lesson. Now if you don't mind. I got a date to get ready for." Tom pressed against his knees and stood. "I'm thinking of maybe having a nice picnic at the key graveyard or maybe a nice relaxing stroll across snakeway, which ever one she's feeling for." Tom started to stroll away. "Tomorrow I can get around to knocking some heads."

Any movement was cut off by a deep practiced cough. It forced Tom's gaze back to his teacher's. "Prince Tom, you are forgetting something." Upon seeing the prince's confused expression, Candle continued, "Your vassals, or are you planning on fighting armies on your own?"

"I have my own answer to this question, but I'm not sure you're going to like it." Tom looked only mildly embarrassed that the answer wasn't a sound 'no.'

"Prince Tom, that would be a bad idea. The worst idea in fact. You would be facing legions of some of our dimension's strongest combatants with absolute no back up. You were born with a degree of power, but so were your opponents and they have been in power for millenniums and this isn't even going in detail on their own private armies. You need to be prepared." Candle punctuated his rant by tapping chalk against the board behind him.

Tom waved it off. "I'm sure it won't be that big of a deal."

It was obvious that if the man had a higher rank he would've did more than scoff that the idea. "Than humor me, my lord. All you have to do is gather some of your friends and grant them some minor titles."

There was a visible cringe in Tom's statute. "I don't want to bother anyone, it would be awkward if I call everyone up for no reason."

Some people would've hesitated before asking, "You have friends, don't you Tom?", but Candle shot it straight out.

"What, why are you even asking. I'm a prince, of course I have friends."

"Hey what's up buddy?"

Marco wouldn't lie about the fact that he flipped right out of bed, getting tangled in his sheets along the way, but he could lie about how manly the scream he made was. After wrestling with his bedding for a moment he was almost ready to tear his head though the comforter before he finally found his way out.

Tom laid comfy across Marco's mattress as he had before the Diaz boy realized the demon had been underneath his sheets. "Hey man, could you keep it down? It's pretty late."

"If you know that then why are you in my room? In my bed?" Marco stared up at him with sleep deprived eyes. "This is exactly the reason people talk about the two of us?"

"I just wanted to ask a quick favor, friend to friend and well I don't really want Star to know." Tom tried to act casual, but that dropped the act while he pondered "Wait people talk about us?"

Marco brought his blanket closer to his body, trying to organize it after he made a mess of it in the panic."You know you could've just ask Star to talk to me alone. It's a whole lot easier than sneaking in and it wouldn't nearly give me a heart attack."

"Well I have my reasons." Tom explained.

Marco stared at him.

Tom nodded his head.

"You didn't think about it did you?" Marco guessed, correctly base on the look Tom gave him. "Can't you just tell me what you want so I can get back to sleep? I got a long long day of babysitting tomorrow."

"Okay so here it is. You like being Star's squire, right?" Tom asked rhetorically.

"I-" Marco made some type of noise. It was like he was trying to delay his answer. "I'm still here, so I must have a reason."

Good enough. Tom snapped his fingers. "Okay great. So how would a sort of upgrade sound. A promotion. We're call it a promotion. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Marco stared at the guy before he started to slump back. "I'm going back to sleep. I don't care if I have to pass out down here on the ground."

"Wait, I'm not done explaining." Tom sped up his voice, trying to keep Marco's attention. "Okay here it is: Star is preparing to be queen, same time I'm getting ready to become king one day. It's a pain."

There was a tiss that came from the back of Marco's throat. "Must be, since you've been over here all the time skipping out on it."

Tom could feel his shirt gathering heat. He had to stay calm, his friend was just sleep deviated. Also it wasn't like lashing out was the greatest way to ask someone a favor. "Hey give me a break. I'm working on it now." He continued to his pitch, "Anyway you seem to be doing a good job being Star's squire. In fact I think you're doing a great job. You might even be overqualified, so I was thinking that maybe if you wanted that you could maybe be a lord, my vassal."

"Oh cool." Marco monotoned.

Which went unnoticed by Tom. "Ya, it's a bit of a big deal."

"I'm going to bed now." The earth boy as promise didn't bother getting back up on the bed. He covered himself with his sheets, doing an impressive imitation of a pill bug.

Tom frowned, "Wait so was that you saying 'yes'? Saying 'no'?" The prince kicked his feet off Marco's bed and gave the earth boy a tiny kick in the ribs.

"Tom, no. I can't be vassal." Marco whined. "I'm already Star's squire."

"Wait dude, you do know that a lord is above a squire right? In fact they're the bosses of knights. They're what knights want to be when they grow up." The demon gently tugged at the blanket. He couldn't see Marco's 'completely done' expression, but most likely he would not have cared if he had. "I mean come on. You get to do everything a knight would but with twice the benefits."

"Ya, I want to be a knight, and being a lord doesn't sound bad. I would probably never have to bath alone" Marco spared a moment to fantasized about possible perks of the title. "but I made a promise. I can't back out on that. Besides Star had to bend a bunch of rules to even make me a squire."

"Come on, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity and Star would totally understand."

"I'm not so sure. She's really busy and I can't just abandon her when she needs me. She actually got pretty upset at me the other day. I kept on fooling around." Marco recalled a certain incident with Star and another lady in his life.

"Fooling around? Star mad at you for fooling around?" Tom was pretty sure they were talking about the same person. He wasn't certain now.

"Ya and I've learned my lesson so off to the land of dreams for me." Marco retreated into himself once more.

"Okay. I understand." If his buddy said no than his buddy said no. He should understand that and not plead and pester him. All that would do is show massive disrespect towards his friend's decision. On the other hand time was both on a tight schedule and hopelessly desperate.

"Oh please you got to be my vassal." Tom fell on knees, nearly mounting Marco's prone form. His fingers intertwined with each other as if he was praying. Tom scooted closer. "I don't have anyone else I can ask. Dude, you're like my best friend. My only friend to be honest."

"Tom." Marco tried to complain about the invasion of his personal space. He didn't get that chance.

"What if it was only part time? Only a little bit until I can find other people?" Tom reached down and pressed against where he assumed Marco's shoulder's were. "I'm not asking you just because I would like you to, but because I can't go home until I find someone."

Marco glared at Tom right in the eye, but all the boy could see was a sack of desperation. He hissed. "I'm going to regret this."

Marco has submitted to peer pressure and joined the party!

If Marco felt his personal bubble had been under assault before he was not prepared for the hug his friend gave him. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Hey it's way too late for any type of affection." Marco fought weakly but Tom relented regardless. The underworld prince stood up.

Tom took a step back and a red portal opened. He gave his best bud a thumbs up before the wormhole started to close."You are not going to regret this dude, I know it."

Lucitor gave the biggest possible smile which Marco took in with a blank look.

The tear collapsed and Marco was left to himself.

"What is one more mistake?"

A/N: Nothing over the top this chapter.