A/N : Based on an alternate version of Etna's Ending. FlonnexEtna, shoujo-ai, fluff, possibly lime. Shoujo-ai means girl-girl love, so if that's not your stuff, the exit's over there me amigo. Capice? Furthermore, this story will sometimes alternate between Etna's POV and Flonne's POV for different chapters. Chapters with "Devil's" in front are centered mainly around Etna's POV and chapters with "Angel's" in front are centered mainly around Flonne's POV.
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Devil's Prologue: Etna's Tyranny
How long had it been since that time of nostalgia? How far are those days long gone where we all shared the same goal, the same purpose? How distant are the memories of this happy little group of misfits we formed? There's no denying that… to an extent, I miss the carefree days of yore, those days I travelled along Prince Laharl's and Flonne's side. Nowadays, things have changed… a lot. Since I vanquished Laharl that fateful day, I've taken hold of his Majesty King Krichevskoy's legendary spear: Longinus. Under the teaching of the wise and nearly omnipotent weapon I learned the techniques that once belonged to the late King. I can safely say, and Longinus itself would confirm, that I've now surpassed the King in the extent of the terror I may inspire in the heart of man, demon, or god. It has been years, maybe decades even, since anyone tried to stand in the way of the Holy Etna Empire, with me, Empress Etna, Goddess Etna even, at its head. It took a long century of war, strife, and harsh struggle for me to build this mighty territory of which I am the monarch, slowly but surely I took over all three instances of our world. That is the Human World, Celestia, and the entirety of the Netherworld. All three now obey my law blindly, for I am now absolute Queen for all matters and purpose.
And I frankly couldn't care less, I mean it is pretty fun to be able to run shit any damn way I please, but otherwise it's pretty standard evil tyrant fare. Laharl is long gone, exiled to the farthest reaches of the Alternate Netherworld by my vassals. I… couldn't bring myself to kill the brat. There was too much of his father in him, too much of his father in these eyes of his. Then again, there also was so much of his mother hidden inside of him, how I loathed that woman… still loath her in fact with all my being. Laharl will live by my grace, but his claim to the throne is now a distant memory, if even that. As for Flonne… she refused to pledge loyalty to me, despite my urging her insistently for weeks after I defeated the brat. Damn love-freak and her 'ethics', calling me a 'horrible monster'. She doesn't know what she's talking about, so I locked her away inside the castle, until she changes her mind. I visit her regularly, I like to think that despite our differences, and despite those harsh words she said under the hold of emotion, we're still at least friends. Most would find it strange for me to call anyone friend, let alone a stupid, useless, ditzy, brain-dead Fallen Angel such as Flonne but they just don't know me. Flonne is Flonne, you can't understand why she's so easy to befriend until you've stopped judging her on the first impression really.
I guess what I'm trying to say, maybe even to convince myself of, is that there's more to her than the love freak she shows to everyone in public.
Look at me, sitting, slumping even, glumly on my own damn throne because of a little ditz, how idiotic. I'm almost ashamed of myself, at least that's the thought that runs through my head as a voice pulls me out of my reverie.
"Your Beauty Etna! Your Beauty Etna!" yelled the panicked prinny as he rushed inside the throne room like a maniac on a sugar high. For a prinny to rush inside this place there had to be some dang good reason, so for once I paid heed to one of the cannon fodders.
"Go on." I ordered lazily, legs spayed on the arm of the throne and head resting lazily in the palm of my own hand. Nobody said you couldn't be a comfortable tyrant.
"Flonne, Your Beauty, she escaped her cell in the top floor!" he explained, cowering before Etna who had barely changed in the last century physically, she was a bit taller, if even that.
"What!?" I exclaimed vehemently, eyes gleaming dangerously for a moment, a vicious snarl dying in my throat.
Queen Etna wasn't known for her mercy or her forgiving nature.
"She's still in the castle, that's for sure, she couldn't have gone far, but still, we were unable to locate her! What should we do, Your Beauty?" the prinny inquired weakly, pitifully, already fearing for his life should his words have truly displeased the deadly woman. Yet there she stood, silent, pensive.
"Flonne, what the hell is wrong with you?" she muttered angrily to herself.
"You promised… you promised." she then whispered to thin air, her claws digging into the throne with a loud, sickening, cracking noise. There was something dangerous in Etna's countenance now and, strangely, almost frighteningly even, a glimpse of betrayal and hurt.
Deep within the castle's halls, in a remote corner forgotten by all known as the old public restroom of the Overlord's Castle, a small figure sneezed cutely in one of the stalls, rubbing her nose softly.
A/N: Of course, some R/R would be appreciated. After all, how am I supposed to know people read this, let alone care for me to finish it, if I don't get any feedback? Think about that before reading without leaving a review. Furthermore, as a trailer of sort, here's the title of the next chapter: "Angel's Chapter 1: All Hell Break Lose".