I've become obsessed with the Disgaea series. And so, I wrote a fanfic taking place in its universe. XD

DISCLAIMER: Any canon characters / objects / locations / etc. stuff belong to Nippon Ichi. Any OCs / original locations / objects / etc. stuff belong to me. This is purely for fun and is not meant to be taken serious at all. Is there really much point to this disclaimer? I don't know, you be the judge.

EDIT: 23 / 11 / 10, fixed grammar and misspellings and tweaked a couple of lines.

Laharl's Vacation

It all began when he woke up from his nap. Inside a castle surrounded by flame and lava, the powerful overlord opened his eyes.

"Aaaaah… that was a good nap," he yawned to himself, pushing the lid of his coffin open. He sat up and stretched, please with how peaceful he had slept. Because normally he would have been rudely awoken. Like a demon obsessed with love would have woken up for an 'emergency' (in other words, her students were setting things on fire. How is that a problem?) Or another demon waking him up because the Prinnies were on strike in an effort to get more money (damned money grabbers).

…Although, now that he was thinking about it, it was quiet. Too quiet.

"…Flonne! Etna!"

His voice bounced off the walls and echoed within his room. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"Etna! Flonne! Get in here!"

He strained his ears to try and hear something: a flustered response from Flonne, or an agitated quip to pipe down from Etna. But all that followed was silence.

"HEY! ETNA! FLONNE!"

The castle itself rumbled at the sound of his voice, but his vassals still did not reply. He jumped out of the coffin, clenched his fists tight and stomped out of his room. They had better not be plotting another prank, like that stupid anime they had made in that stupid human world. What was it called again? …Wait, who cares?

"D-d-d-d-d-dood! Prince Laharl is angry!" A Prinny was frantically pacing back and forth, speaking with the Dragon that stood just outside the throne room. The Prinny was panicking, as his master's superior had just caused the castle to shake, and said superior hadn't even been awake for that long. "Maybe he didn't have a good nap? I thought we all made sure to keep things quiet enough so that he wouldn't wake up grumpy, dood!"

Dratti yawned (she had also been taking a nap) and rubbed some of the remaining sleep from her eyes. "Well, I think I know one reason why he might be mad."

The Prinny looked up at her hopefully. "Y-you do, dood?"

"Yeah. Because you called him Prince Laharl."

The Prinny froze, knowing it was too late for him now. The end of a red scarf wrapped around his neck and held him in midair, facing the blue-haired demon surrounded by an angry aura of blue flame. "M-m-*gag*-master Lah-*gag*-arl," the poor Prinny choked.

"It's. OVERLORD. Laharl."

"*Gag* O-of c-c-*gag*-course, *gag* d-dood!" The scarf tightened around his neck. "F-f-forgive me *gag*, Overlord Laharl!"

"…Hmph. Better." Laharl's scarf released the penguin-like creature and watched as he dropped to the floor. No explosion. He must have been a demon Prinny. (Fact: Prinnies who were once demons don't 'splode so much) Oh well, no time for speculation. "Tell me, where'd they go?"

"*cough* Who, d-dood?" Laharl's scarf clenched and the Prinny shivered in fear of being choked again. "Y-y-you mean Master Etna and Miss Flonne, dood?"

"Who else?"

"W-well, uh, it could've b-been - "

"That was rhetorical." The overlord rolled his eyes. Prinnies were so stupid.

"Um, well, dood, I… uh - "

BOOM!

"Answer. Faster."

The Prinny gaped at the sudden hole in the thick stone wall next to Dratti's head, who had somehow managed to fall asleep again despite their overlord's yelling. In a rush, he swung around and started his hasty explanation.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but no-one really knows where they went! Miss Flonne said something about a spaceship and Master Etna said something about space pirates and I don't know anything please don't kill me, Overlord Laharl!" The Prinny bowed down on the floor in front of Laharl, crying from the thought of being punished.

Laharl was frozen. His eye twitched. In stiff movements, he walked slowly back into the throne room and slowly closed the door behind him.

"…WHAAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAAA-AAAA-AAT?"

Dratti opened her eyes sleepily, grumbling a complaint about the castle's sudden shaking, and she looked at the trembling Prinny on the floor. "I don't think he liked what he heard."

"How dare they? They LEFT? AGAIN?" Laharl ranted to himself, marching from one end of the throne room to the other. Everything around him had been trashed (save for the throne, he had to sit in it after all) and he was surrounded by the fiery blue aura of anger as he did so. "They didn't even ask MY permission! AND I'M THEIR FRICKIN' OVERLORD!"

Okay, so when they left the first time, they came back afterwards. After Laharl finally shoved them through a portal and dragged his new chef with him. But spaceships and space pirates? How the hell was he going to track them down on that information alone? Damn their cameos. They thought they could leave anytime they wanted and that he would just go along with it like there was nothing wrong. What kind of vassals were they?

Knock, knock, knock.

"WHAT IS IT?" Laharl screamed at the door.

It opened just slightly, and a familiar blonde, with eyes closed, took a small step into the room. The Cleric didn't look scared, but she definitely acted cautious. "Lord Laharl, the Dimensional Gate has been repaired," she said.

Laharl frowned at the Gatekeeper. "It was broken?"

"Not anymore, my lord." He noticed her slowly slipping back out through the door, possibly wary of any sudden attacks of anger. "It is now working well. However, I believe there is something you might wish to know."

Intrigued, somewhat, Laharl crossed his arms and his angry aura started to dissipate into nothing. May as well try to take his mind off his disobedient 'friends' of his. "What something?"

The Dimensional Gatekeeper, still cautious, took another step out from behind the door to explain. "It appears that a gate to another Netherworld has opened itself."

Not again, Laharl thought. He sighed and, out of habit, glared at the Gatekeeper with annoyance. "It's not that Evil Academy place again, is it?" Because he sure as hell wasn't going back just to get something else of his stolen.

"No sir, it's a different Netherworld."

Laharl's antennae perked up and his ear twitched at the words. This was interesting. Maybe Flonne and Etna would like to go check it out with hi- wait, weren't they gone? …Damn them and their space pirates. They were having all the fun… Then he got an idea. An evil grin formed on his face and he chuckled. "Vassal. How long can you keep it open for?"

"I'm not sure. The gate was open when repairs were finished, so it could close at any time." The Gatekeeper noticed her overlord's face and made a guess of what he was thinking. "But all I need to do is simply examine it, and I will be able to keep it open for as long as you wish, my lord."

"…How long do you need?"

"Perhaps an hour or two, at least, and five hours at most. Do you wish for me to inform you when I have secured it?"

"Heh. That'll do. Now get to work."

The Gatekeeper gave a quick bow and closed the door behind her. As soon as the door closed, Laharl threw his head back and laughed.

"Haaaaahahahaha! This is perfect!"

Why didn't he think of this sooner? If Etna and Flonne could leave the Netherworld whenever they wanted, then why couldn't he? Besides, he had been working hard as the overlord lately. He needed a vacation of sorts. And this new portal was too convenient to leave alone. Yeah, this plan would work. Leave someone else temporarily in charge of the Netherworld (sucker) and go explore this other Netherworld for a while, maybe even kick some asses and dethrone an overlord or two while he was at it. It was better than waiting around for the girls to get back, and it was definitely WAY better than going on a wild goose chase for them.

Now, who could he put in charge during his absence?

"What?" Almaz squeaked, staring wide-eyed at the overlord he had only met not too long ago. Laharl sighed. This guy was a hero? Really? "Y-you want us to… what?"

"I'll say it again." Laharl straightened up and looked Almaz in the eye. Of course he had to look up. Why did he have to be shorter than everyone? "I want you and Axe Crazy here to take care of the Netherworld for me while I'm gone."

"Don't say that about Sapphire!" Almaz snapped back, ready to draw his sword. Laharl clenched his fist around a sphere of flame and glared up at the hero. Almaz gulped, but he didn't look like he was ready to back down anytime soon. Alright, so maybe he was a hero.

The hero's wife, however, hadn't really paid much mind to the demon's comment. "Sounds like fun, Lord Laharl! Oooh, Almaz, maybe we should try house-sitting for other demons for our honeymoon! I'm sure Lord Mao would like a vacation too!" What was she so damn excited about?

"But Sapphire," Almaz said, looking at her with a pleading face, "looking after an entire Netherworld? Really? Isn't all of this a bit too much too handle?"

Sapphire planted her fists firmly on her hips and grinned at her husband. "Nope."

"And that settles it. See ya!" Laharl turned around and made to leave the couple in the throne room, but Almaz quickly ran around him and stood in his way. Laharl grunted in annoyance. "What now, hero?"

"Can't you get someone else instead? Y'know, someone who's more… demon? And… not on a honeymoon?" If it hadn't been clear before, then it was now transparent that Almaz really didn't want to do this. Oh well. He had no choice. (=3)

"The only demon available is that raspberry one."

"You mean Miss Beryl, Lord Laharl?" Sapphire asked. Laharl nodded.

"And if I wanted everyone to turn into… what do you call them over there… 'delinquents' like her, I would've waited for the love freak to get back." Laharl saw the hero open his mouth to speak. Before another word could come from his mouth, the overlord's red scarf scooped the human up and over Laharl's head. He heard Almaz land behind him with a THUD and smirked. "And with that, I'll be leaving. Enjoy your cameo!"

Before Almaz could protest again, and before Sapphire could try and attack him for tossing her husband aside, Laharl had already shut the door behind him.

"Ah, Overlord Laharl," the Gatekeeper greeted, bowing when Laharl approached. The portal behind her pulsed with a familiar blue energy, and he could glimpse a distorted image within it. "I have finished with preparation and I can say that I will be able to keep it open for as long as you wish."

"Good." Laharl wasn't used to praising his vassals, but thanks to a certain fallen angel it just slipped out. Whatever. He was too focused on his vacation to take his praise back. His scarf reached out and dropped something in the cleric's hands.

"…A messenger orb, my lord?" she asked, looking at the clouded, grey sphere. (Da-da-da-DAAA! I made up an object!)

Laharl nodded, quickly showing her his own, an orb similar to hers, before hiding it in his scarf. "I'll contact you with it when I'm on the other side of the gate. Make sure it's shut tight, got it?"

The Gatekeeper looked at him with her squinted eyes. "May I ask why, Your Majesty?"

"Why else?" Laharl stepped in front of the swirling gate, ready to go through. "The last thing I want is someone getting through from that side. Especially if…" The overlord sighed, his antennae twitching at the thought. "…I'm leaving the Netherworld to a couple of humans. Well-levelled humans, but still."

"Ah. I understand, my lord."

"Good." Without taking another look behind him, Laharl leapt into the portal.

It was pretty much same old, same old with the gate. Just a few moments of rushing through a sci-fi opening effect sequence and he was on the other side. Laharl planted his feet on the stone floor that lay on the other side and exited the gate.

"Alright, close it," he muttered to the glowing object tucked into his scarf. After a polite reply, the Dimensional Gate began to shut, and as it did so, Laharl scanned the room he had entered.

Well, it wasn't so much a room as it was a hallway. A pretty dark hallway too. There was a long red carpet that stretched from one end to the other (both ends had giant wooden doors with bolts and matching emblems painted on them, how original ¬ ¬;) and matched the red drapes that hung all over the place. The wall on Laharl's right was mostly stone with paintings of ferocious-looking demons and monsters, while the wall to his left was a line of huge arched windows.

"Gee, I wonder if I'm in a castle," Laharl muttered to himself, wandering over to an open window for a look outside. Meh, you see one castle, you've seen them all, I guess.

He leaned out one of the window to gaze at the view below, and his antennae perked up with interest. Along with more parts of the crooked (yet surprisingly stable) castle, there was a deep abyss of fog and smoke below. Laharl squinted and managed to spot the tiny dots of light from, presumably, a village, and it looked like it was a good few miles from the castle itself. A castle on top of an extremely high cliff. That was new. Especially since, now that Laharl thought about it, the castle was so close to the moon that the glare was hurting his eyes.

Now, what else is there? Laharl turned away from the window and took another look around. He was starting to get irritated from the possibility that there wasn't much else to this Netherworld and he'd have to go back home in less than an hour. That would not make him happy for a waste of time. All that needed to happen was something interesting.

…Creeeeeeaaaaak…

Laharl whirled around to see one of the giant doors slowly shutting itself eerily, as though someone had just come through it. Great, he wasn't alone. This either meant an annoying boss battle or an annoying addition to his team (and the chances were unfortunately 50/50). There was a movement in the air behind him, and he felt it in time to whirl back around and catch something big and sharp in his hand (overlord reflexes are awesome like that). On closer examination, Laharl identified the weapon as one side of a big axe with a blade on either side of its head, and his eyes followed the length of the weapon's handle to see his attacker's face.

"Pretty good," he taunted, shoving the axe away from him. "But not good enough."

A demon girl, somewhere between Etna and Flonne's height, was standing a couple of feet away from him. She had long, thin green pigtails that reached all the way down to her ankles, a big black coat (that lacked detail and appeared to be bland) and red eyes that were glaring at him. The girl raised the huge axe above her head with ease and readied to swing again.

"Shut up, shortie!"

?: Next time on Super Battle Queen Champion! The next round of the Intergalactic Brawl Tournament is about to begin, but Cupid's arrow has struck at the worst possible time!
Laharl: Hey, hold on, who the hell are you?
?: Our heroine has fallen for another contestant, and then the flowers of love started to bloom!
Laharl: You! Author! Is she your OC?
Witchey: (sigh) Don't bring me into this. The last thing I need is self-insertion.
?: But! When the pairings for the next round are announced, she must meet her crush IN THE ARENA!
Laharl: HEY! Don't leave me with the questions marks, you no good internet slacker!
?: Will she throw in the towel for the sake of love, or will she pulverise him to save the family construction site like she originally meant to do?
Witchey: Why don't you and the readers just put up with her?
Laharl: Do you realise how stupid that sounds?
?: Aw, c'mon, Harlie, it'll be fun!
Laharl: What did you just call me?
?: Next chapter! Someone Else Calls The Shots! The defeat of Overlord Laharl!
Laharl: WHAAAT?
Witchey: Uh, ignore her, she's crazy.

Yeah… the last part was stupid. DX

So, feedback / reviews / whatever are appreciated and I hope you guys like the first chapter. I wonder what Flonne and Etna meant by spaceships and pirates… hmm…

Later Days!