Authors Note: First off, I'd like to say that this will be pre-Disgaea 2 seeing as how I have not played that game---and though I do know a couple details I don't want to have to deal with certain inconsistencies that I would certainly make were I to incorporate any ideas from that game. So I will go completely on my own path, and none of the things that happen to the characters in that game will happen to them now.
Second off, this idea just popped into my head yesterday and is very vague. I have no outline for it, and I was hoping to simply make it a one shot but it encompasses so many complex possibilities that I don't that will be easily manageable so I'm hoping to create this into a longer piece, beginning with this short prologue to see how much interest it catches.
Third, I am creating a system of how the entire 'ranks' in Disgaea work—regarding those who become prinnies, angels, demons, or simply go to the afterlife.
Last, a beta reader would be dearly loved. Though I suggest if you do wish to be one that you are prepared to handle some bizarre ideas.
Prologue.
She avoided mirrors now, they showed things much too frightening. When the woman first began appearing, nothing more then a faint black outline with blank eyes Flonne had been fascinated. She would pause before any reflective surface and tilt her head with that ever-so-childlike look of curiosity on her face. She'd stare in unnatural silence, trying to figure out just what this was that seemed to be following her. Whatever the creature was it never appeared in any physical form or outside the realm of mirrors.
However there began a steady descent. The figure would become more corporeal. Slowly, but certainly it gained more distinct features. At first its outline only darkened, then slowly it began to gain a transluctant body. Then it began growing hair, fingernails. Its eyes and other facial features began appearing to reveal a confident and smugly knowledgeable expression. It wasn't so much this that began to frighten the fallen angel, but rather the correlation it had to how her personality was changing. The more definite it became the more…bitter she was beginning to feel about certain circumstances in her life right now.
Flonne, as all knew had a sparkling personality and even when upset could always manage to put a smile on. She had been an angel for more then a millennia and since her death, had never really experienced anything such as this. Despite what seemed like an old age she had never really progressed past the rank of 'trainee' and as such had always believed that it was her duty to rid herself of such petty emotions as hate, wrath, lust…..or envy. She believed it was her duty to always be happy, always be forgiving, and always be saintly; otherwise she was no longer fit to be an Angel but just another well enough behaved human. It frightened her; these emotions that were popping up, and with each new day she'd wonder if she had lost her status even as a fallen angel and was now only a demon.
Her first instinct was to immediately blame this phantom, and so she thought the best course of action was just to avoid all reflective surfaces…..but that was easier said than done.