100 Themes Challenge

Theme #2: Power

A/N: A spicy little argument between the infamous Overlord Laharl and our favorite little fallen angel, Flonne.

And, for all you Etna fans out there, a little mischief can go a long way. We're talking millions of Hell here. Just read, you'll understand everything. Flaharl, rated T for naughty language. ^^

.::Power::.

Pairings: LaharlxFlonne

Setting: Netherworld, Overlord's Castle, Laharl's room XD Probably around 1000 years or so after the events of Disgaea: Afternoon of Darkness. A period when the three are much more physically (eherm) mature.


"Y'know, you angels are pretty weak."

"W-wh-whaaaat?? We are not weak!! Celestians are a very powerful race!!"

"Suuuure. That's why I can defeat a whole horde of them with one Overlord's Wrath. Face it, they're weak."

"B-b-but what about Seraph Lamington? From what I heard, you barely survived the battle against him."

"Wh-who the hell told you that crap?!"

"Etna-san. She told me without her and your other vassals, you would have been beaten by the Seraph, hands down."

"Ugh, I'm gonna have to kick her ass for that… She lied. I wiped the floor with your Seraph."

"Sure you did. Heeheehee…"

"W-why are you laughing?! I told you my power almost killed that angel weakling. Shouldn't you be mad or something?"

"Oh, Laharl. Do you really think your physical strength alone won that battle?"

"Of course!!"

"You are completely wrong. What won that battle was not bodily power. It was the power of love!"

"That's ridiculous. Love had nothing to do with that fight! It was my Meteor Impact tossing those angels all over the room that won. That loony angel was trying to take one of my vassals away. I showed him who's boss."

"But why were you fighting, Laharl?"

"Huh? I told you—"

"No, that can't be it. Etna-san told me that after I was turned into a flower, you completely freaked out and cried all over the place. Then—"

"H-how dare she--!! I'm gonna—I didn't cry!! Damn it, I got pollen in my eye!! Your stupid petals threw pollen at me!!"

"Oh no, I wouldn't do that. Not to you, Laharl. Tee-hee!"

"Love had nothing to do with it! I didn't fight that battle for you, I did it for me!!"

"Admit it, Laharl! The power of love is greater than the power of any Overlord!"

"No!! That's not true, damn it! I could kick love's ass any day! Bring it on!!"

"Would you be willing to kick my ass, Laharl? Tee-hee…"

"Wh-what? H-hey… What are you doing?! G-get away from me!!"

"Laharl, tell me that love brought me back from the dead."

"N-no!!"

"Tell me you love me, Laharl."

"N-NO!!"

"Hmm… Then, I guess we're going to have to see who's kicking who's ass, then, aren't we? Hmmmhmhmhm… Haaaaahahahahaha!!!!"

"What? You can't steal my laugh like that!! I patented that laugh!! Hey, w-wait—No—Flonne!! AAAAAUUUUUUGHHHH!!!!"

Later…

"Prince!! Damn it, I'm not your secretary!! Stop having all your paperwork sent to my room, you stubborn-headed jackass!!" Etna slammed the doors to the throne room open, the consequential shockwaves making the castle quake in its lava moat. She tossed piles of wadded up paper onto the red carpet before her. "See?! Look at what you made me do!! Now that peace treaty between the Netherworld and Veldime will never be signed!! And it's your entire fault!!... Prince?" When Etna finally took a good look around the throne room, she found it completely empty. "What the…? Where the hell is that little brat…?" She looked behind every pillar and underneath every vase. She even searched the utility closet off of the throne room. Nothing. Walking toward the Prince's closed bedroom door, she began to hear voices, one soft and feathery, the other brash and grating. Well, it wasn't hard to distinguish those voices. Curious as to why the Prince and Flonne were in his bedroom with the door shut, she inched closer and pressed her ear against the cool stone.

"Ohhhhh…. Laharl, are you ready to admit that love can conquer any Overlord, even you?"

"Mmmmm…. I mean, NO! Of course not. Love is nothing but trouble!"

"Hmmhmmhmm... You just don't want to admit that this is nice, do you?"

"Hnnnn. No, that's not why! I just…"

"Tee-hee. I love you, Laharl…"

"Mmhmmm…."

At this point, Etna was already hurrying back to her room, giggling like crazy. If she could get some extra juicy shots tonight, she could sell them tomorrow morning for crazy amounts of Hell!! She was going to be rich!!


Good luck on that one, Etna... ^^ Tell me what you think!!