Chapter 2.

Pecora was a stubborn girl at heart. Her refusal to accept the fate of her library was highly predictable. Her first course of action was to send the Netherworld Senators a well written letter explaining how ludicrous they were being. She then realized it was be even more ridiculous for them to sit down and have an intelligent conversation on something. Pecora let out a dry laugh as she set her pen aside, doubting they had any intelligence at all if they valued strippers over books.

Though she had to admit it was a great marketing technique.
Pecora stood up from her desk. She decided her next best option was to visit those bastards themselves. She'd take the train to the Dark Assembly, a 2 hour commute, but well worth it.

"Ya see, the party don't start till I walk in."
What?
Pecora's head swiveled to the library's front entrance, which was swung open as a boy in an orange jacket strode in. Behind him trotted another, slightly taller boy. The orange jacket clad demon looked about for a bit before spotting Pecora and rushing to her desk.
Normally you can determine a demon's class by how they were presented, for example, the one that came is after orange jacket was easily identified as a male healer, his hair was brown and short. He donned a green robe that faded to red as it traveled down his body, along with it, several barbs protruding from the inside of said robe.
Curative magic was considered a sin in the Netherworld, and anyone who practiced it was to be imprisoned. (For a short time at least. Several Overlords then proceeded to get their asses handed to them with no way to heal themselves mid battle, so the law was quickly repealed. ~Pecora facts) Healers instead, were to wear movement restricting clothes and handcuffs, allowing them to do magic and not much else.

Anyway, orange jacket, upon closer examination, donned yellow, curled horns that poked from his black hair, reminiscent to a minotaur- well, one horn anyway, the other seemed to be a stump or possibly cut off, giving the boy a much less menacing look. Pecora still could not make any connection to what this boy was, which irritated her slightly. The only hint to this boy's class was the dinky looking spear he wielded in his gloved hand.
The boy, now before her, had eyes colored emerald green. Seldom were a demon's eyes any color but red; this minotaur type demon officially held her interest.

Pecora then remembered she was the librarian and stated "Welcome to the Netherworld's only library. How may I be of service to you?"

"I told you this was it," said the healer. The minotaur(?) shot him a glare, "Be quiet," he returned his attention to Pecora, "Uh, yeah, do you have any books on curses and how to cast or undo them?"

Curses? How odd. Healers didn't use curses often, certainly not enough to come here for research, "We do, follow me," for a moment, she wondered why she said 'we'. She was the only soul there after all.
Pecora rose from her chair and led the duo down a library isle.

Though she didn't show it, Pecora was immensely giddy for having the chance to actually fill her job of librarian. She silently wished she could do this every day, something that never crossed her mind days before. She had almost wandered around the library with them behind her just so the feeling would last but soon decided otherwise and brought them to their destination.
"'Malarith Mage's Malicious Magical Guide'" she handed over a marginal spell book, "And 'Majorly Teaches You Idiots What a Curse Is.'" Pecora smirked a little at this one, she adored the writings of the Jester Witch, so much passion and wit..
The healer nodded, "This will do."
Orange Jacket turned to him, "I'm not too sure, I think we should get some more."
Pecora raised an eyebrow, her curiosity fully aroused. The boy seriously wanted to make another's life hell if he went through the trouble of actually finding a library to look up hexes.
It was hefty and large, but Pecora was used to that sort of thing. Upon being dislodged, a small plume of dust was kicked up, "I figured this would be too think to look through..but.." she handed the book to the minotaur, "Curses encyclopedia," she headed back to the front desk, "Now follow close and we'll check the books out. We don't want you getting lost in here after all."

"Oh, we won't need to check them out, we'll just read them here," the black haired boy said.
"Very well."

Pecora returned to her desk, the boys poured over the books at the oak reading desks, murmuring to each other over something. She decided she'd wait until they were finished to head to the Dark Assembly, no demon could read through two books and an encyclopedia and not want to get back out into the open to skewer some more orcs, Pecora, of course, excluded.

Hell's Librarian sighed, pulling out her own book and began reading.

...

Some time, apparently, had passed. Orange Jacket leaned back in his chair and groaned to the heavens. This snapped Pecora out of her reading trance and looked up, the sky outside of the window was tinted orange.

How long was she reading?

Pecora stood, her muscles a little stiff. She headed over to the two boys, finally deciding to do something about her aching curiosity.

"What would two non-wizards be interested in curses for?"
The two looked up, their eyes seemed tired from reading.
"Its..a personal matter, ma'am."
"Awfully polite for demons," her eyes scanned the minotaur before she adjusted her glasses, "Why don't you tell me the nature of your situation, as well as your names? I may be able to help."
"Oh, I'm Eithan," orange jacket pointed to himself, "And that is Luke," he pointed to the healer. Eithan then resting his hand on his chin with a smug grin, "I'll have you know that I'm also a Demon Lord."

Pecora's eyes widened, she took a step back. A Demon Lord? Here? She simply could not believe it. She quickly composed herself, then placed two fingers on her glasses, "That statement is false. Demon Lords hold a tremendous amount of power and I simply do not sense it from you. Secondly, a Demon Lord orders around a rather copious amount of underlings, not a single healer. Lastly," she adjusted her glasses again, "That spear looks like crap."

A pause.

Luke exploded with laughter, his hand reached his forehead and had to lean back. Eithan's head sunk for a moment before he leapt from his chair. He stabbed a finger at Pecora, "I..I totally AM a Demon Lord, you psycho librarian!" (Pecora scoffed, he was more psycho then she could ever hope to be) "Here! I'll show you the only way I know how! I challenge you to a duel!"

A fight? In the Library? He certainly was pugnacious like the ones he claimed to share a title with. Of course, Pecora couldn't deny the possibility that he was telling the truth, and she just threw her life away. She sighed.

Pecora didn't particularly like fighting, if she did, she would have another job, however, she WAS challenged. "...Fine. I will abide by your challenge," she returned to her desk and retrieved a single steel blade from a hidden drawer. Grasping it in her left hand, Pecora faced her two opponents. She exhaled, taking a few steps forward and held her weapon up, pointing it at Eithan.

A moment of silence.

Eithan made the first move, lunging at Pecora and thrusting his spear at her chest. Pecora moved quickly, using her blade to knock the head of the spear to the side. She followed up with a kick, bringing her foot across the Supposed Demon Lord's face, causing him to stumble backwards a few steps.

She smirked, her hypothesis proven correct. He was no Demon Lord- he was a lower level than she was, someone who only fought once every 200 years! Pecora felt a small rush of energy, and went to go for a second attack on Eithan, but felt a sudden restricted feeling.

"Bind!"
It was Luke's voice. Pecora's head snapped to it, seeing the healer with his staff raised high, cast a newly learned curse.
Pecora hissed as 3 rings of light enclosed around her, squeezing her frame and tightening before exploding in a damaging burst of light. She gasped, doubling over and glared at the healer. She knew that curse herself, it was almost insulting to be hit with an attack from a book in her own library!
Pecora couldn't deal with Luke right away, however, Eithan came back at her with another spear stab. Pecora leapt sideways, dodging and smacking him with the hilt of her sword before sweeping her foot under his and knocking him off balance. The boy was quicker than expected. He planted his spear into the ground to keep from falling, then sprung back up to feet, landing a well aimed punch to Pecora's jaw.

She moved backwards, feeling the sensation of a bloody lip, and in a fit of anger, spun and slashed Eithan across the chest, tearing his jacket.

"Eithan!" Luke cried out. He raised his staff and chanted a spell. A green light enveloped his target, mending his fresh wound and even the cut on his clothes, Eithan gave an applicative nod.

Pecora scoffed, her temper rising, "How annoying," she pointed her sword and Luke, "You think you're the only one who can use magic? Burn to the ground! Mega Fire!"
A whirling, scarlet flame flew from the tip of her blade, rushing at the healer and blasting him off his feet. She returned her attention to the melee fighter, elbowing him in the nose before slamming a fist into his stomach. Eithan groaned, clutching his wounded face and belly. Pecora found her opening, raising her leg above his head. She slammed her heel into his skull, effectively knocking him out.
The Supposed Demon Lord fell to the ground with a small yelp of defeat.

She exhaled, a small rush of energy coursed through her body for some reason- Oh, right, the sensation of leveling up. She was a bit surprised she gained a few levels off of two weak children.
Now calm, Pecora made her way to the singed healer, she placed her sword to his neck and glowered.

"W..we submit..! We're sorry!" he held up his hands defensively, his staff now a few feet away.

"Good," she removed her sword, "Be grateful I didn't kill you and your...Demon Lord companion. Now grab him and leave."

"R..Right away, miss..."Luke scurried over to his fallen comrade, shaking him gently, "Hey, Eithan! Get up, we'd better go."
Eithan shook, his face still on the floor, "N..now way..!" was his muffled response.

"Hm?" Pecora lifted her sword again, she didn't think she'd have to remove them even more forcefully than just now.
"You defeated a Demon Lord..! Amazing!" Eithan shot up and beamed.
Pecora's eyes narrowed, she fixed her slightly ajar glasses, "You delusional brat, you're just some kid."
She was apparently ignored, "You must be a Demon Lord yourself! Or maybe the Overlord?" Eithan stood on his feet and rushed to her side, "Hey! Ms. Overlord! Can I be your vassal? Please?"
"Wha..what?" she wasn't the overlord! And what was with the sudden change of attitude, first he's boasting his power, now he's begging to work under her? And this kid...though she wanted to know exactly what he was, he was...really annoying. "No..I'm not the Overlord of which you speak. N..now get out..."
"No! I won't leave till I become your vassal!" he was clinging to her like a lost puppy.
"Just say yes.." Luke groaned, "He's always like this.."

Pecora didn't comply, she placed a hand on her hip and hid her eyes behind her bangs. She had an idea.
"I won't take you on as a vassal," Eithan's mouth began to open, prepared to launch more words of protest, ".. However, if you begin working here at the library, you can com-"
"Yes! I'll take the job!" he agreed a little too quick, "And we're a package, so Luke is working here too!"
The healer seemed to be pleased by this himself, "You'd really hire us? This is great! We were just about to run out of money too! And Netherworld Hotels always rip us off..."

She wondered if she'd regret this later.

"You can reside here. There's more than enough room, after all," she folded her arms, looking over her new employees, "Alright, your first task in to dust this place top to bottom," it was getting too dusty, even for her, but she kept that to herself.

"Yes, madame!" (Was that her new name?) Eithan saluted then rushed off down a library isle- notably without a duster.
Luke looked on for a moment before bowing gratefully to Pecora, "We're really sorry for the trouble we caused, we'll work hard.."
"Hm. You seem to be the sensible one out of the two of you," he gave her a sheepish smile, she continued, "I don't mind company either," Pecora wondered if she was lying or not.

"If you don't mind..could you..tell me your name? Eithan would start working for someone without even knowing their name..."

She smiled, "Pecora Atal. Welcome to your new job."
He bowed again, wincing a little while doing so, as the barbs pricked his body, "Thank, Ms. Atal," he then hurried after his partner.

Pecora retired to her seat and let out a large sigh. She put her elbows on the table and laced her fingers together and rested her chin upon them.

She had just taked on two employees-six days before the library was to be destroyed.
Of course, she wouldn't allow it, but still, it wasn't exactly her wisest decision. She had her reasons of course. She still intended to go to the Dark Assembly, but now had some back up should it end in violence, which votes often did.
...Of course, none of them were particularly powerful..
She dispelled those thoughts, there was power in numbers.

Her thinking was interrupted by a cry though the library, "Hellllllpp! Madame! We're lost! Why is a library this massive?"

Pecora smiled. These two kids were certainly interesting. She rose from her seat and went to liberate them from the maze known as the Netherworld Library.

((Hey there! Thanks so much for your kind reviews! Please point out any and all spelling errors, I'm pretty bad at typing, which is why this chapter was nearly a week late..ahgmferhbher. I hope you like the new characters. They'll be here for a while, but, like all things Disgaea, there are several more characters to come, so stay tuned!

Chapter 3 is on it's way! I promise I won't abandon this fic ;;))