Etna woke up with a headache.

It didn't work. The plan failed. The paperwork kept piling up. The Seraph insisted on refusing to see the prince. A fine mess yesterday was.

Still, Sicily was happy to have met her brother, and Laharl seemed to be in a good mood. Barbara was being... well, Barbara, and Xenolith, which Etna still shown some struggle to reconcile with, was a great help at picking up foods and organizing the mess.

Then there was the occasional thud on the door.

There's an occasional thud on the door.

She sat on her bed and turned to the steel-plated wooden door. Someone was knocking from the other side. She lazily checked her clock as she tried to tie her hair into a set of pigtail; it wasn't even morning yet. The demon girl lifted herself out of her bed and approached the door, leaning against the wall. Her hand on the keys, she unlocked the door to find a lonely figure with her head against the floor.

The redhead drew a short knife she hid and aimed it at the intruder's throat, which blue eyes were looking at her with teary eyes. A bump on her forehead remained from her impactful greeting and as she righted her stance, she stopped herself from hugging Etna.

When Etna saw the girl, she let her palm meet with her forehead. The hidden dagger was thrown out of the window.

"Damnit Flonne." Etna said in a hushed, but irritated voice. "I told you to stop sneaking around at night. If you want to talk just come in the morning!"

"S-Sorry!" Flonne said in a hushed voice. Clanking boots from outside the room made her thought that they both had been too loud and her sweaty palm instinctively covered Etna's dry lips. Etna struggled with a mumbled remark, but when Flonne asked her demon friend to quiet down, the redhead raised her brow. As a horde collective of orcs and gargoyles patrolled the hallway lazily, Etna knowingly remarked. "Let me talk to you in private, Etna." The angel let go of Etna's mouth and went for the door, which she shut tightly in silence.

Etna jumped onto her queen-sized bed and grinned at how soft her bed felt. Flonne quickly trailed behind before she sat beside the demon, her eyes trailing onto the dark walls of Etna's room. Lines of vinyl were spread on top of a single mahogany shelf stretching from the edge of one wall to a gaudy-looking ivory wardrobe. She noticed her wall was completely devoid of her hobby, instead, brochure and papers containing Laharl's daily schedule (for the prinnies) were planted with a duct tape. Underwear of many types and sizes unfit of her "slim" body were strewn about the floor in reckless abandon and the air conditioner were blaring in overheat contrasting the isolated large fridge on one corner of the room. Flonne was amazed on how Etna's room were both incredibly messy, and appealing to her at the same time. It was especially true when she had visited this room and still found something to be revel in.

"Lemon juice or soda?" Etna hunched inside the fridge. Her voice startling Flonne from her attention deficit. "Unfortunately, your usual is out of stock."

"Aw..." Flonne frowned. "Then I'll have soda. Do you have some Orke?"

"Ew, you like those nasty stuff?" The demon's face was showing signs of repulsion and a slight level of bitterness. "I only have Root Beer and a small can of Limes. Do you want it or would you rather have a freshly-squished slime juice?"

After a glass of Root Beer, Flonne perked up.

"I need to tell you something."

"Lay it on me, sister."

"Thanks Etna." The blonde angel chuckled. "You're sounding more and more like an older sister."

"Don't mention it." Etna replied. "You're also acting more and more like a pestering lil' sis."

"That's mean."

"Cheers, Flonne." Etna raised her glass and Flonne clinked onto hers her glass. "Take your time."

Flonne nodded before taking a sip, signaling Etna to start chugging.

Quickly, Flonne adjusted her breathing before she opened her mouth as wide as she could. "I don't want to marry Laharl!" She loudly yelled, probably waking up someone resting in the room next to Etna's. Etna herself choked on her root beer as Flonne raised her arms in exaggerated desperation. A wide, relieved smile stretched across her face from ear to ear as she began to grin like a horse. "I... I've decided that I don't want that sort of relationship with him. Yes, I have made up my mind." Her expression was clear, there was no sign of alcohol on her face; yet Etna could relate with her on some grounds. With the angel finishing the last of her root beer, she turned to Etna. "Please tell Laharl I said that."

"I won't do it." Etna replied. Her arm on her mouth, wiping off the coughed out root beer

"Eh?" Flonne let one remark slip out in confusion.

"Tell him yourself, you drunk girl." Etna flicked the glistening forehead of the angel before taking their glasses of finished root beer onto the counter beside the fridge. Flonne winced in pain as Etna continued. "I'm not friends with a wimpy girl who let her emotions get the better hold of her courage. Come on, Flonne, you're at least better than this. Being a sissy coward is for the prinnies! You are not a prinny."

"I might as well be reincarnated as one." Flonne sighed. She rested her side against the bed and let herself be comfortable in her silent wallowing.

Etna turned to the silent girl.

"Can you at least tell me your reasons?" She felt the back of her head twitching in pain unrelated to Flonne. "I'll hear you out."

"I don't love Laharl that way."

"You mean like a lover?" Etna chuckled as she revel in full the angel's painful circumstances.

"Yeah." Flonne sighed. Her voice relaxed and her face pale from lack of sleep. Etna couldn't sense any lie or malicious intent from the girl as she conceded to Flonne's demand. She turned to the clock and found the clock ticking slowly to three in the morning. "Then screw them."

"...Etna?"

"Screw them." Etna set the clean glasses back into the cabinets. She turned to Flonne who had a flabbergasted look on her face. "You've done it once, you can do it again. We've discussed this before, remember?"

"You mean when I was trying to be a ninja?" Flonne questioned with a blank expression.

"No!" Etna let out a scream that startled Flonne. She could feel her headache slowly coming back as she supported herself on the counter. "The reason why you were trying to be a ninja in the first place! You were supposed to kill the prince. Hellooo, have you had forgotten that already?"

"Oh, right!" Flonne was honestly surprised. "You're really great at remembering stuff, Etna!"

Etna flicked the angel's forehead again. The blonde angel proving to be more trouble than she was worth.

As Flonne cringed from the pain, Etna sat beside her with concern painted across her face that slowly turn into a powerful cat-like smirk. She grabbed Flonne's hands and held them tightly. She grinned devilishly as a plan came up in her mind. It was an evil plan only fit to be carried out by the demons. "Hey, lil' sis. I may have a solution to your problem, but... I dunno," She giggled. "I'm not sure an angel like you would be able to follow through."

"I..." Flonne thought, before nodding. Her eyes focusing deep inside Etna's pupils. "I'll do it! I will win my own independence!"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah!"

Both of them nodded, counted to three in their mind and screamed from the top of their lung.

"YEAH!"

Suddenly, a large stomp came from the room beside Etna's and a louder knock was heard on the door. This one successfully startled both Etna and Flonne as both of their body jumped in surprise. "Etna!" A shrilled, but tired voice came from the other side of the door. "What the hell are you doing screaming out loud in the morning!? Shut up!" After a moment of absolute silence, they heard another sets of footsteps that slammed the door to the room beside Etna's. Flonne turned to Etna with disbelief.

"Since when was your room beside Laharl's!?" Flonne chastised. She crossed her arms while raising her eyebrow and her lips forming a pleased grin. "Out with it Etna. Last time I checked, Laharl wasn't staying on the next room."

"Uh... Sis, I'm going to the bathroom." Etna smirked nervously.

If Flonne were to interrogate her, she would not hear the end of it. Tonight, she's resting with the Testament.

Chapter 2: Rebellion

Latia hana... la da da la da da

3 Weeks Later

"Another one!?" Laharl sat up from his throne. "This is already the fourth time this week! All of you are useless. You have exactly one job. ONE job! Is that really so hard to do? All you have to do is defend my territory from idiots trying to take over. From outside, or from the inside!"

"B-But sir—"The holy dragon looked up only to meet with their lord's wrathful face. The leader shrieked and made his follower shudder in terror.

"It's overlord to you, peons!" Laharl was too stressed to deal with this. Accompanied by his unfinished paperwork both filled with pranks and on occasion; serious issues, to deal with this. "Do you know how many work I have to deal with instead of listening to you guys? So many paperwork and I don't know which ones are prank articles or real articles!"

"Um... with all due respect, sir—" He stopped as Laharl narrowed his eyes at him, "...your lordship, I have a suggestion for your problem... why didn't you just hire someone to filter them?"

"...Say it again?"

"Why didn't you just hire someone to filter those paperwork? Even better yet, just hire someone to do all of them for you."

"Your name."

"What?" The holy dragon blinked, the tension slowly dispersing from the atmosphere. "Uh... your lordship, with all due respect, my name is... Dave."

"Then, Dave. I promote you, and your incompetent squad of imbeciles from town guard to my filter agents!"

"Your lordship, I believe that job is called a "secretary"."

"Whatever!" Laharl erupted, causing his new filter agents to quiver in shock. Some of them too scared to even peek at their angered overlord. "Now move aside! I'll deal with those rebels myself." The holy dragons did just so as overlord Laharl walked outside his throne room and into the meeting hall. Waiting for him are four of his greatest mana creations; Judah the Female Samurai; Brindigghamm the Female Warrior; Steve the Clergy; and Melonsauce the Prinny. All of them stood up to greet their fumed overlord.

"Lord." Brindigghamm rose up first with her head bowed and her right arm before her chest. "Are there problems with the hearings?"

"No, Rindi, there aren't." Laharl grumbled. It has been a while since he had conversed with them on a personal level, calling Brindigghamm with her nickname made him feel a little out of touch. "Only rebels trying to seize my territory. The usual Friday for demons."

"So, we sortie out, overlord Laharl dood?" Melonsauce's voice squeaked.

"Yeah." Laharl nodded. "Judah, I'll leave the preparation to you. Steve, inform Sophie I'm going to Izmuth. She'll know what's up." The female samurai silently nodded before leaving to grab their equipment while Steve ran to the gatekeeper beside the Rosen & Co. Overlord Castle branch. "There's just no end to this," He sat on one of the benches, lazily sighing aloud. "I don't know how my old man stayed an overlord all these years."

"It's fine, dood!" Melonsauce pulled out a fan. "I'm sure your dad would be proud of seeing you right now. You're a truly great overlord! You took notice of your underling's strength, weakness, and problems. You're always judging the situation fairly, and most of all, you're really great to talk to, dood."

The overlord huffed. "Shut up," he said while looking to the side. His mouth formed a satisfied smile as his arms crossed. "I'm just doing what my old man would do."

Laharl noticed that Rindi has placed a big glass of iced orke on the table. "Thanks." Laharl drank every last bit of it and felt refreshed. With a chance to speak, Rindi said. "I've heard from your assistant, Ms. Etna, that you've been having problems with a "Prank" from Celestia, was it true?"

Laharl explained the entirety of chapter one to the newcomer, making her nod in excitement.

"I see, so Sicily has been doing great at the academy."

"But where has Ms. Etna gone to, dood?" Melonsauce paused. "I mean, the only reason we got a screen time is because Ms. Etna's not here. The author's being lazy again."

Laharl clicked his tongue. "Typical."

After said tongue clicking, Judah approached Laharl with a slew of mana potions. At the same time, Steve came back with a permit from Sophie. Sophie's permit was still as badly written as ever, but the Overlord didn't bat an eye on it and sent it into the item hyperspace. "Let's go into level one-dash-one then."

Laharl walked forward, leading the charge into the dimensional gate with his Yoshitsune sheathed on his side. Judah followed with graceful stride as every step she took, sakura petals flown in from somewhere. Melonsauce looked to the side with a pleased smile on its face, its fanny pack filled with useless junk. Steve shyly walked with a staff clutched tightly in her hands. Then at the back of the crew was Rindi with her gigantic axe leaning against her lean shoulder. They all stopped into a really detailed shade frame which looked really cool.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away.

Flonne picked up her bow and shot an arrow through a ghost, which jolted back in shock before dispersing into mana. She gulped before spontaneously apologized before rolling from a Laser Blade's slash to the side and shot another bow, killing the seasoned veteran Heavy Knight.

Meanwhile, Etna was lazily stabbing dozens of local warriors stupid enough to not look at her status bar. Her Elder Spear was then thrown into a fortress where the wall severely exploded. Some survivors who were smart enough not to attack first took this chance to kill her, but Etna was as strong as she is without her weapon.

She dodged a swing from a heavy blade and punched the Valkyrie on her stomach that sent her twenty yards away. The other one was a Brawler who moved swiftly to her back, but Etna ducked and swept the attacker from their firm footing, and with the Brawler's back against the gun, Etna pummeled the guy across the face back into their basic form.

"These guys are weak!" Etna jumped onto where her Spear has landed and looked back. "How're you holdin' out Flonne?"

Flonne picked back her wand and slammed a priest's head so hard she imploded into white bulbs. With a light sigh, she replied. "I'm good over here."

"Good." Etna nodded. "Our plan's moving smoothly."

"I don't know Etna. This plan is really flimsy if you ask me."

"Nonsense!" She said before jumping into the fortress' window foot first. From the inside, an explosion happened which blew up its resident with Etna beautifully did a triple turn acrobatic leap into the throne room and kicked it open. "Yo, Duke Snitch. I've come to ask you something."

Opposite of her was a king-like Green Dragon being served tea by a zombie maid. His face looked unnerved, but a tint of anger seeped through the cracks of his facade. Etna could sense it without problem and brushed it off to the side. Without missing a beat, Etna spoke of her proposal, which shocked the Duke.

"I-I can't possibly do that!"

"That's not an option, scale-face." Etna pointed her Elder Spear at him. "I want my information, now!"

"Y-Yes ma'am!" The Dragon quivered on his throne as the maid hurriedly went into the archive, pulled out a criminal record, and place it on a table before Etna. "There. You wanted him, right?"

Etna eyed the record and smiled at the Duke. "Thanks."

With a playful bow, she excused herself out of the throne room, leaving the dragon exhausted both physically and mentally. He hyperventilated before he looked to the window overlooking the exterior of his fortress.

"I guess I'm not getting any compensation pay."

"Just be glad that you're still alive, Duke Snitch." The maid giggled. "Still, that girl asked of a very questionable person. I wonder what she would put the individual into."

"Probably a day at the salt mine." Duke Snitch scratched his neck. "I know I've been there before."

Outside, Etna grinned as she and Flonne walked away into the sunset. Along the way, they defeated some Desert Dragons for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next three days. Their two-man team of rebel will soon grow into a big, strong, camaraderie.

Behind them, Xenolith trailed with the Prinny Squad. Busy lifting the rebel's luggage.

Somewhere near, Laharl slashed some dudes. Judah head-butted a fighter. Steve burned a bunch of girls. Rindi tossed her gigantic axe into a treant demon which exploded on contact. On the back of the team, Melonsauce did a good job substituting Xenolith. No opposition at all on the battlefield.

The Corzorea Badlands were not the most underdeveloped part of the Izalith, a coexisting with Laharl's, but it held the person Etna and Flonne needed the most. Aboveground, it looked like a backwater western spaghetti-themed environment, with psycho for gunmen and professional shoe-shiners. Saloons lined up with lodging house of various stars beside or opposite of them.

Etna have travelled here once, and she hated every moment of it. She went inside a bar named "The Prinnes" and went for its bartender, a prinny, which she had been associated with on a regular basis.

"Yo. Give me the usual."

"Certainly, Master Etna," The prinny reached down and grabbed a fancy bottle and a glass of grape juice. He poured fourth of the bottle's content into the glass and placed two blocks of ice with little drops of warm milk mixed in. A tiny yellow umbrella and a gist of liquid sugar was mixed in when Flonne was blinking. "Your Milk Grape Surprise, dood."

"Thank you!" Etna placed exactly one coin worth of HL onto the counter. "Keep the change."

The prinny took the one, single coin on the table and sighed with a smile.

"Anyway, we need to get someone out of the badlands. You know, a usual break-out." Etna grinned. Flonne sat beside Etna and looked at the menu. She decided for a Ho-Cha Fried Noodles set. "You still got the skills and people for that, right? Come on, hook me up here. We're best buds, right?"

"No, we're not, dood. I'm like, your former slave or something." The prinny giggled. "But, I'm willing to give you a discount if you're really serious about this, Master Etna."

Etna snickered as she placed a wanted poster onto the counter, which surprised even the prinny. The poster was recent, not a month old, and she knew who the identity of the girl in the poster. A green-haired kid; female; not older than eighteen looking forward with her eyes looking straight at the camera. Her eyes revealing to the world her innocence.

"...Are you sure, dood?" The prinny raised his brow. "This girl... this girl won't do you any good, Master Etna."

"I am sure."

"This girl won't be of much help to you, dood."

"It's fine."

"...Are there any other ways that I can convince you otherwise, dood?"

"It's fine!" Etna was desperate. She sighed and took a sip of her drink, setting it back on the table angrily. "Don't try to stop me. Or else."

"If you say so, dood." The prinny leaned back on his chair. "Well then, I'll have to ask you to wait for an hour and a half. I need to make my own preparations." The prinny then went into the kitchen and brought out a steaming mountain of fried noodles. "Here's your Ho-Cha kid. You want to eat it with fork or chopsticks, dood?"

"Fork."

The prinny placed a clean fork beside the plate of fried noodles. "You shouldn't do that... no, thanks for doing that, dood." The prinny smiled before she went into the back. Flonne stared at him, but soon chuckled as she use the fork to eat. Suddenly, a gunner two tables from Flonne took aim, but before he could fire bullets all over the counter, a fancy glass of the usual flew across the ground floor of the bar and slammed the gunner's forehead. As the glass broke from impact, two demons took his place. One a sniper with a scoped rifle and the other another gunner with a six-chambered revolver, but Etna could sense more experience from the gunner.

When the massive shoot-out started, Etna rushed for the table behind Flonne and kicked it onto the sniper. The gunner was then taken by surprise when Etna threw a barrel of cheap booze onto the gunner, knocking him out in a flash. The sniper was not yet beaten, but as soon as she took aim, Etna has stolen the gunner's revolver and shot the bullet aimed at the gunner's hand. As the bullet grazed the sniper's arm and knocked the rifle away, Etna jumped five flights of stair and kicked the sniper into the ground floor, where she fell face first onto a table, breaking it with its hard landing, and confused the patrons of the bar which were unaware of Etna's actions.

The one-sided massacre of a bar fight continued until every last patron were either knocked out unconscious, still drinking on their table without a single care given, was the single demon who made it out completely unscathed, the angel who was still eating her set of food, and the pile of dead bodies (even though nobody died) strewn about all over the bar's floor as they regretted every single action from the past three minutes of their live.

For what reason did they exact their aggression?

Was it for love?

Was it for pride?

"Why did those people suddenly attacked Flonne?" Etna sighed as she asked the prinny behind the counter. "What kind of bar are you running, anyway? I didn't let you be free from service to do what you want to make this kind of place!"

"They don't like people eating noodles with fork," The prinny replied as he cleaned a glass as fancy as the one that was thrown. "You know, a demon's Tuesday, dood."

"What the—" Etna pinched the bridge of her nose. "Are you freaking kidding me? Today's not even Tuesday! It's Saturday! ...No, that's not the point. The reason they are attacking Flonne, is because she's using fork to eat your noodles in your bar. Is that right?"

"That's it, dood."

"I'm going to sue." Etna grumbled, "Just you wait."

The prinny laughed as Etna clicked her tongue.

After meeting Duke Snitch himself and asked the whereabouts of the rebel leaders, his suspicion came true. Two of his best vassals were the primary cause of the rebellion, although their intentions were not clear. What a lame joke. Duke Snitch life was spared, but his maid offered to work with Laharl to guide him as far as his vassal's destination. It was nothing more than a bargaining chip to not end Duke Snitch's life prematurely.

"Sir Laharl—" Laharl turned around instinctively, which the maid corrected. "No, Overlord Laharl. May I know the full reason why your vassals are doing this?"

"No." Laharl said bitterly. "Now shut up and guide."

The maid nodded. She giggled as they trekked the sand dunes of the Corzorean Desert. Her blue-skinned hand covering her mouth. The six-man party plus a prinny continued their journey across the Corzorean Desert. Their dinner consisting of a wild pack Desert Wolf Scorpions.

At night, as his vassals rested, Laharl stood atop one of the level-surfaced rocks and scouted. It was the overlord's turn for the night watch, and this strange activity of him piqued the maid's interest. She slowly approached the blue-haired boy, but as soon as she was in his hearing range, the boy turned his head toward her. "What are you doing?" Laharl threatened. His eyes narrowed at the maid and his stare pierced through her. If stares could kill, the maid would be dead. Laharl relaxed his guard when he found out that the maid was too weak to even cut a strand of his hair. "What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing." The maid tried to compose herself, but to her surprise, she couldn't help but shiver at his sight. "Isn't the vassal usually the one who stand guard and watch? You have a very peculiar way of conduct, sir—no, Overlord Laharl." The maid chuckled. "Never before have I seen an overlord caring about the well-being of their vassals more than themselves. Honestly, I am touched, moved even. I may defect from Duke Snitch and become your vassal instead."

"...If you have time to talk, go throw more woods on the campfire." Laharl cut their conversation, but his expression doesn't seemed to mind another exchange or two. "You know where we store the woods, right? Go fetch them."

"Yes, of course." The maid laughed.

After a while, the maid came back with three blocks of woods. She placed them into the center of fire and blew the charcoal remains with a bamboo shoot. As soon as the fire became warmer, Laharl leaned on the rock and stared at the sky of Corzorean Desert. Two moons colored red and blue orbited the sky as stars of various colors lit the sky like a grand painting. The maid sat under the rock and witnessed the same panorama as the overlord, in which she sighed in awe.

"Is this the first time you're seeing this?"

"This?" The maid asked. "Hm... I would say yes. Despite the fact that I know where's where in Izalith, rarely do I look at the clear night sky."

"Then it's the same for me." Laharl opened up. He was feeling rather sentimental today, and his mother's face kept appearing as he blinked. It was surreal, like seeing a single picture that was centered in the blankness of his mind. Whenever he was relaxed, the memory of him playing on his father's throne came back to him. The word of his father echoed in his ears. The advices on becoming the next overlord, the repercussions of selfishness, the sugar-coated and forced expression his dad had when he was scolding him, and after those memories, came the pieces and bits of his mom. Her face, her words, and her fate. Her parting words that bound him at the night of the scarlet full moon... it was too much for him to bear alone. He would rather talk this out with his sister, or with Flonne. Maybe with Etna. Although, he feared that if he wasn't open about this, he will soon fall into pieces.

"Don't hesitate to talk about your problems, my son." His words echoed.

"You can do it, Laharl." Her words as he remembered.

Laharl sighed and turned to the maid. "So I see." He said awkwardly.

"Do you need someone to talk, sir—no, Overlord Laharl?" The girl giggled. "I can be your company for a while."

"...Am I that easy to read?" Laharl smirked. "Yeah, I do."

"Then... Is it okay if I ask you about your two vassals, Etna and Flonne, was it?" She smiled. "What do you really think of them?"

"...They are dear to me." He whispered to himself. Instantly, Laharl frowned as his face turned slightly red. As the wind billowed his scarf, he quietly stared at the maid before he nodded. "No, forget I've ever said anything. Change shift with me, I'm going to sleep." Laharl jumped from the rock a few yards before the maid. The maid glanced at the overlord's back as he walk into the camp. "If you try anything funny, I won't guarantee that you will be back to your Duke's palace in one piece. You got that!?" Laharl didn't look behind, he knew that the maid will nod without question. "Good."

As Laharl entered his tent, the maid sighed.

"What a caring overlord." She laughed.

Etna lazily walked forward to the entrance of a tightly secured building. Although it looked like a noble-demon's home, it bore suspicious from the people. The fences are thick and electrified, there are automated turrets at every corner and cameras relaying life-feed videos from all over the place. Usually, it would take Etna a permit just to get past the 20-yard restriction (and two more for the 5-yard and the gate), but with the help of the prinny from The Prinnes, there are nary any disposition. The security guards aren't present, the automated turrets are malfunctioning as it destroyed the gate instead, and the cameras are airing Super Subterranean Police Evil Python rangers re-runs along with the first seasons of Diversified Cast of Demons in Space on camera 2.

She stood there, her hand forming a fist with pink sphere of raw energy gathering from everything in existence and beyond. When she pummeled the ground, all bets are off as hell broke loose.

Flonne jumped into the hole leading to prisoner cell number 12. Inside the square-shaped cage-like room rests a girl in a prison attire with her ankle in ball and chain. Her green hair brightly contrasting the dull grey interior as she stood up from her wooden bed. Even when she was a war criminal and living with other prisoners, as soon as she moved, her cellmates started to back into one corner or the other, a truly peculiar sight for Flonne.

She reluctantly inserted a key into the lock and the door opened. She looked at the girl and said, "You're free now. Come with me."

The girl nodded, but before she left, she turned around.

"Thanks for the great time, guys." The girl giggled. "If you're feeling like seeing me again, you know where to find me."

Outside the cell, Etna descended from the hole and landed in-front of Flonne. "You got the girl?" Etna asked. Flonne nodded, revealing a green-haired girl trailing behind her in a prison attire. "You!?" The green-haired girl was surprised. "Oh my gosh, it's you!"

"Hey, what's up Marona?" Etna grinned. "Ready to get out of Izalith?"

Marona nodded.

"Hold it right there!"

From the hole jumped down Laharl and his four elite demons plus the maid from earlier. Laharl stood before his vassals, imposing his stature as the air surrounding him began to crackle and sparked from raw power. Soon, Laharl's underlings were dashing towards their master's rebellious servants, but Flonne moved in-between Judah and Etna, with her staff ready and parried Judah's first slash. She turned to Marona and asked, "Can you fight, Marona?"

"Y-Yes!" Marona nodded. She pulled out a small wooden block and a rock which she immediately throw at the prinny and the female warrior. They didn't pay any attention to those items, until they manifested into a knight and an angel, which took them by surprise. She then took the jail key and from it manifested a pale-skinned male swordsman with a red scarf roping around his neck. "Ash!"

"I'm ready!" The swordsman lunged toward the Clergy with a serpent-like monster behind him. "Water Dragon: Power!" Ash roared as he cut through the Clergy with no effort, but to his surprise, he didn't cut anything. His sword was fully stopped by Laharl's blade. "You!?" Was the word shouted in question by Ash. "You aren't with them?"

"No." Laharl shook his head. "Those vassals of mine has been disobeying me, and I'm here to take them back by force." Laharl sent Ash a step back with his powerful swing, but they were both still in control of their movements and body balance. "The real question is, what are you doing here?"

"As you can see," Ash parried one of Laharl's slashes, "Marona has been jailed up, and I'm just tagging along with her."

"Hmph, then are you saying my vassals are now breaking out your master?" Laharl side-stepped an overhead slash. "Like hell that's the only reason they're here. They must have a hidden agenda."

"They're demons, what did you expect?" Ash missed out a slash which let him be punished by Laharl's blade. A clean slash across the pectorals that made Ash wince and damaged his manifested body. He dashed two steps backwards to assess the situation, but Laharl wouldn't let him recuperate even for a second as he started a mad charge with his blade ready for a heavy swing. Ash couldn't dodge in time as his blade rushed onward and slashed him into two. As he started to vanish, the warrior clicked his tongue. "Damnit, you're good."

"Of course." Laharl sheathed his blade while posing coolly. "I am an overlord. This much is nothing to me."

"Ash!" Marona shouted, but soon let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness you're alright." She conversed to herself, but was not unguarded enough to not dodge the upcoming prinny slashes. Melonsauce was on her A-game today, and there was nothing that a weaponless little girl like Marona could do to her. Her swings are light and her movements are fluid like water. Her sights are sharp and her goal was clear. She needs to beat the little girl named Marona enough to have her willingly surrender. An easy job she would be assigned every rare Tuesday.

Or so she thought.

Marona walked to her and picked her up.

She was completely at her mercy.

"D-Dood!" She yelled in agony as her bottom touched the ground near Judah and Rindi, knocking those three in the process.

"Nice job, Marona!" Etna raised a thumb up before launching her spear straight for Steve the Clergy. He wasn't able to dodge in time and was knocked out instantly into a puff of recoverable pile of mana. Etna then took this chance to charge at the Prince, who seemed to be raring to go himself. They both smirked as their weapon clashed onto one another, followed by a very hectic combat of spirit. With each slash, waves of power were launched towards the walls, the ceilings, and the floor of the prison. Every thrust by Etna caused the wall to burst from excessive force, and every time Laharl slashed, a swift typhoon was released. He quietly took his time and so did Etna; preferring to send their weapon at each other after short breaks of rest. It escalated more and more as they leaped through the floorings and made a mess out of the prison cells either empty or filled with demons. Sirens were blaring through compound as what started as a prison break turned into a full-scale prison riot. Staffs of various experience and size pitched in on the action as prisoners from many netherworlds dangerous or not went with the fight in an all-out brawl.

"Etna!" Laharl roared with his blade covered in flame.

"Prince!" Etna yelled as her spear was ready to impale the prince.

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Etna twirled around the screen, spreading glitters and cheap jewelries everywhere and even inside your ears!

A screen appeared to show what looked like Etna impaling his spear through Prince with her showing the cutest face she could at the edge of the screen, filled with tears and sadness. "The rebellious Etna and Flonne, journeyed to every Netherworld after defeating the magnanimously evil prince, Laharl!" The screen changed to Etna throwing a single blue rose onto him.

"I'm not dead!"

"With no master and jobless, Etna quit the rebel force and went her separate ways, forever walking the desert of punishment and regret." The screen shown Etna's parting with Flonne. Flonne was ready to bawl as Marona and Ash cried really hard beside her, with the army of prinnies behind them holding banners over banners of their declaration of loyalty.

"What are you talking about?" Marona sighed.

"Then, in a moment of weakness, she agreed to sell matches in the town square, no matter the flame rain or the absolute zero snow. "Matches, get your matches" said the poor girl. "If you don't buy my matches, I'll shove these matches down all of your throat instead!" The poor girl threatened,"

"T-That's not how it works Etna!" Flonne quickly reminded.

"What will be the fate of the tragic maiden and her unstable job? What will happen next on this hit drama series directed by Zak Spyder!? Find out next time on The Netherworld Horror Saga Episode 3: Match girl Unchained! The vivid heart of a Match girl are as complicated as there are chemicals in the stars! Shine bright, my Match Girl Heart!" The match girl depicted in the story roared from inside a Match Girl giant robot as it fight against Flonne inside a purple dinosaur outfit.

"Raaaaawr!" Flonne roared excitedly.

"...I give up." Laharl sighed.

The screen went out as Etna slapped a "To Be Continued" sign on the screen.

A/N: Hello, I'm not dead.

I appreciate your reviews as well as your follows and favorites. Truly, I am grateful for your support toward my fanfiction.

A small update from me, I may be unable to post any chapters of my fanfiction in the next months because of exams and college stuff. I hope that I won't fail any of my class (Especially literary, man, I suck at literary class with all their phonemics and syntaxes, lol).

Anyway, that's it from me, SaberMacro is out!