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Disgaea: City of Cause and Effect
Chapter 1: Prologue Part 1
A cold gust of wind blew against his face, and Prince/Overlord Laharl slowly opened his eyes, vision blurry, and concentration fuzzy, unclear. He grunted uncomfortably, a sharp pain in his back. Mustering the strength he could manage, Laharl pushed himself up and away from the wall, coming unsteadily to his feet, just as some very vivid pain shot through his head.
"Ahh! What the hell…?" he spoke, reaching up slowly, he touched his forehead, pulling away almost immediately from the wounded, tender spot. Bringing his hand closer to his face, he could see blood on it. "Whoever did this is going to get it…" Quite suddenly, his eyes became wide as he looked around frantically, and called out. "Hey! Flonne? Etna? Gordon? Where are you guys?" There was no response, only Laharl's echoing voice richeoting off the sides of the buildings surrounding him.
What's going on here…? He thought to himself. Eyes running along the horizon, he began scanning his surroundings. All around him there were skyscrapers of every shape and size, but most of them were crumbling and looked condemned. The air was different here, he also noticed, because it had a strange blue, misty tint that gave it a dark, quiet feel.
He could see no signs of life around him, and his own breathing, along with the calm but constant wind flow, were the only things he could hear. "Alright Laharl…think…how did you get here…?" he spoke to himself. His memory was cloudy. It was like, he had a general picture of what had happened prior to this, but no specifics, no details. He knew he had been with Flonne, Etna, Gordon, Jennifer, Thursday, and Hoggmeiser, but he could not remember why.
"Augh! I don't have time to sit and think…I gotta find em!" Shaking his head to clear both his vision and his thoughts, he looked about for any clues, any direction. But every direction looked generally the same, just more and more buildings. "Damnit…" Cupping his hands to his mouth, he called out again. "Flonne! Etna! Anybody out there?" The only response he received was his own echoing voice. Though uncommon for Laharl, now he was beginning to get genuinely worried. "Come on guys! Where are you?"
Laharl began walking through the myriad of skyscrapers, looking about as he went along, searching for any sign of something, or someone that could lead him to his friends. His calls continued as he went along, his distantly echoed reply sure to have been heard by anyone within at least a mile, or so he believed.
He noticed strangely for the first time that he was in a human environment, or what appeared to be one, albeit unusual. Laharl could not, for the life of him, understand why he and his friends would come here. He still couldn't remember. Generally, the Prince preferred to stay in the Netherworld. On occasion he would go with Flonne to visit Celestia, and sometimes he himself would travel to Alternate Netherworld, but never did he go to the Human world.
In all truth, the human world disgusted him. The humans were slowly killing it off with their pollutants and general passive nature with the overuse of its natural resources. In time, they would no more have a planet to live on, for they will have completely dried it up before long. Things were different in the Netherworld. With all Demons falling under the unquestioned rule of one central Overlord, who was now Laharl himself, things were in better order, strict, and arranged. Demons are, quite surprisingly, concerned with the care of their home. Not to say the Netherworld didn't have its share of troublemakers, but when some did arise, Laharl would be there to strike them down. Simple as that.
Having been walking for at least fifteen minutes now, Laharl still found no signs of his friends, just more and more diaplated skyscrapers. What was with the skyscrapers, seriously? At that very moment, he heard a scream echo throughout the air, and he spun around, sure it came from behind him. It sounded like…."FLONNE!" Without further hesitation, he burst off, running at full speed in the direction of the scream. "WHERE ARE YOU?"
Deep down, Laharl hoped everything would be alright. But it wouldn't. For, you see, someone had plans for him. Maybe she's okay…maybe she just woke up like I did… This was Laharl's thought, as he ran full speed between the skyscrapers, and into the blue. "FLONNE! PLEASE, WHERE ARE YOU!"