The Redundant Overlord

V.S. Quirky Miniboss

A/N: I do not own Disgaea or any crossovers I may put into this piece of fiction.

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Another Realm – Celestia…

Celestia - a world where beings known as angels live. The Netherworld,

Celestia, and the human world... legend has it that these worlds are connected.

This is one of such nexuses, between the Netherworld and Celestia. However, it

is sealed by a gate constructed by the angels of ancient times...

Within a large building in Celestia, three beings speak. Two of the beings are cloaked in light while the other simply wears a cloth cloak. The third speaks in a gruff voice, "Good of you two to speak with me regarding this matter."

The first speaks in a highly refined, yet gentle voice, "The one fated to rule… has found an incredibly dark object. Have you put him up to this, second?" The second being in light may have fumbled around, though it was hard to tell.

"This must be so. The object in question… you are indeed correct. Its dark nature is not of these worlds. I found it after attempting to slow down that overlord." The first seemed to understand. The third spoke.

"I see, that overlord. The gauntlet must indeed be powerful if that overlord had it. Do you think it wise for that youngling to wield such an item?" Again, the second light paused.

"I have faith in him." This seemed to give the third pause, for now. "Well, onto other matters then. About Laharls new vassals…"

The third clapped his hands, "Oh yes, those three…" He mumbled something incoherent, along the lines of 'troublesome goddesses and their holy lands'. "I've decided to help Laharl. These three should help Laharl tame the troublesome gauntlet. If not, at least he won't die a horrible death." He was nonchalant about the whole thing.

The second voice coughed, "You must stop nosing around in other peoples affairs, K-. It is only a matter of time before you find yourself in trouble created by your own hand!"

The Architect thought to the composite world he himself created, and a prophecy. "That's my own business. I'll keep nosing around until I die." Some things appeared in his hand, "This gear will be useful for the three vassals when they reincarnate. I'll be sending them to Laharls' castle when I sense they are back in humanoid forms." He bid himself a good day.

The two thought to themselves, 'Why do I keep such odd company?'

Laharls' Castle…

It was a regular day, or an equivalent of a regular day in the Netherworld, anyways. The dark clouds were overcast, destruction and mayhem were everywhere, and the flying demons were making very loud cacophony.

Laharls three new prinny vassals were busying themselves for the young overlord-to-be. It had taken them a day to get used to their new bodies, but they seemed to be functioning well.

Laharl had woken up later than usual and saw that the Prinny Squad Etna hired was able to do their job. "It seems these three are able to do their job correctly. It's been one day too long!"

One of his father's old vassals overheard, "Prince, these three have only been here for one day!" He laughs, "Exactly! These three should have been able to fully function immediately after dying, if they are indeed fallen heroes. What is going on?"

The vassal sighs, "Don't ask me. You'll have to ask Yama, the big red guy with horns, he's the judge of hell." Laharl raged angrily, "Hell! Hell has nothing to do with the Netherworld! It's a different place entirely!"

The vassal walked on, 'Why did I think about Hell? And who is King Yama anyways? While I'm on this topic, why would I know he is a king?' This would bother her for ages.

After continuing to examine the three unusual prinnies, he went to ask the Dimensional Gatekeeper, "I'd like to know if there's a spell that'll let me see who those three are."

She inquired, "Your new vassals?" He nodded, She then looked through a magical database, "According to this database, there is one spell. It is quite vague on how it is to be cast. Would you like me to suggest another way?" He nodded again.

"Very well." Etna then arrived, "Miss Etna, I would like you to show the Dark Assembly to the Prince."

The demonic red head was a bit cranky from waking up, "Oh yeah, and what are you going to do about it, if I don't?" There was a dark shadow, only visible to the 'victim' in question. Her eyes seemed to widen.

The D.G. spoke in her normal calm voice, but there was a rage boiling under the surface, "If you do not explain, 'bad' things will happen." The blond gave Etna a picture. "Do you want that?"

Etna seemed terrified at the prospect, "No! Anything but that! Alright, I'll shut up and explain!" She dragged Laharl away, while the D.G. seemed to make a very thin grin.

Laharl was only dragged a small distance, yet Etna seemed very tired. "Okay, what was that about? And what is this picture!" She swallowed the picture just after he inquired. "Nothing! Just breakfast!" After she swallowed the thing, "Okay, here's a crash course on the Dark Assembly!"

A few minutes later…

She spoke cheerfully, "And that's all! Any questions?"

Laharl just stood there and narrowed his eyes, "I already know about the Dark Assembly! Why must you explain this to me? I know that I can have vassals trained at the place and have them under my control in a short time! I know about the fickle demonic senators and how I'll have to win their approval for higher ranked items and portals to various other lands! Why do we have to go through this garbage?"

Etna was slightly mad, "Alright, you're pissing me off. Stop whining and start acting like an OVERLORD!" Laharl comically fell backwards and asked, "You done?"

She nodded, "Yes." After regaining her composure, "Alright, the last useful function for the D.A is allowing reincarnation. After the three gain a sufficient amount of mana, they'll be able to reincarnate back to themselves."

Laharl then realized, "I see!" He was now determined to get stronger now. "Alright, where's the next place to go to?" Etna pointed to the D.G., though she was still terrified of the woman, "You'll have to talk to Madame Hilda."

As Laharl was about to inquire, "That is the name of the Lady Dimensional Gatekeeper." He was simply astonished, but not aloud. Somebody had actually shut up Etna, perhaps the loudest vassal in the castle.

Hilda bowed, "I have added "Vyers Castle" to the list of available areas. It is fairly new, so I do not know much about it. However, it is rumored that a very able man lives there." Laharl and Etna both raised an eye, "Hmmm... Whatcha gonna do, Prince? Should we take a peek?"

Laharl was happy for the challenge, "Definitely. I'll slaughter the master of the castle as the first step to becoming Overlord!" He laughed a bit. He nodded to Hilda, and she started chanting in her ancient tongue. "Please return safely, Prince."

The two were warped outside of a magnificent gate, covered in gold. The two walls around the gate were made with gold bricks. "Who ever lives in this place must have lavish tastes!"

Laharl merely raised an eye, "Whoever lives here must be an idiot! Who spends this much money making their castle look good!" Etna poked him, "Look whos' talking."

He raged, "Shut up. Let's just take this 'Vyers' guy out." He whistled, and Pleinair and the three Prinnies walked out. "Alright guys, we'll be taking out this Vyers guy, whoever he is. Anyone hear any actual rumors about him?"

Etna raised her hand, "I heard that he's been knocking off competition for the throne…" She was worried, but the same time confused. "Does he hope to take the throne for himself?"

Laharl smirked, "I should really thank him! After I beat Vyers, I should really make him a vassal. If he's as strong as you say he is, he won't let anyone in my way!" He laughed, but was stopped by Pleinair. "Prince, wouldn't he be the Overlord then? He is doing all the work. What will make sure he doesn't turn on you?"

The logic in her words stopped him. "Hmm, on the other hand, he's a bum. I mean, look at this place. Gold walls and a gold gate! I bet he's in there wasting money as we speak! Let's tear him to pieces!" After his invigorating speech, the five started their way on to infiltrating the castle of the Dark Adonis.

They met opposition in the form of four ghosts. Laharl brandished his sword, "Take no prisoners!" The four others managed to handle one ghost each with no problem. The prinnies ganged up on two ghosts each.

Within the gate, they met two hobbits and a red skull. The red skull wore a skull shaped hood and had a staff. Laharl charged at the mage, while his vassals handled their own opponents.

Vyers's ghosts seemed smarter, as one dodged Etnas' spear strike. One of Pleinairs' bullets ended up killing him. She gave Etna a thumbs-up. The prinnies ganged up on the second ghost.

The skull shot a few small fire spells, but Laharl expertly dodged them. 'This thing still isn't behaving as I want it to. Why is that?' Although Laharl was indeed expertly dodging the fireballs, this was more to human standards. Demons were much better in nearly every regard.

Nearing his target, Laharl quickly zipped through the skull, ignoring the heavy gauntlet. After dispatching the skull, Laharl noted the difference between his movement speed. 'This happened before…'

While he was in thought, Etna walked up to him, "Oh, Prince, it seems like you're starting to learn the Blade Rush technique." He raised an eye, "Blade Rush?"

She nodded, "Mm-hmm. It allows you to use a small burst of energy to ignore your weight and cleave through a small line of enemies. You've used it earlier, but it's much stronger now."

He inspected his body, but didn't feel all that different. As he was about to laugh, Etna spoke again, "Don't get cocky, Prince. Blade Rush is only a tier one technique. There are four more tiers with much stronger techniques. And by the way, please don't make any noises when you're about to use any techniques!"

Laharl raised an eye, "Well, I wasn't going to… But why?" Etna merely smiled, "Because you'll look like a huge ass!" Laharl ground his teeth. "Let's move on." He opened the door to a courtyard. "Woah! This is one big ass courtyard!"

Etna was nearly enamored by the whole room, "Wow, this is a real pretty place!" She then spotted an item of interest, "Ah! That vase would sell for a lot!"

Laharl merely laughed under his breath as he crossed his arms, "I can't disgrace the name of the Overlord. I have to be impartial and... plunder everything!" He started laughing while they took everything that wasn't nailed down.

One of Vyers's men, a brawler, came to check out the noise. "Hey, what are you guys doing?" This brawler had dark skin. He wore black martial arts pants, but nothing above. He wore his hair in a backwards braid. He motioned for his comerades.

In came four ghosts, four hobbits, and a warrior. The warrior had green hair, a suit of leather armor, and a sword. "Master Vyers is going to be pissed off!" He spotted Laharl, "Hey, bro, isn't that that itty bitty Prince? You know, Larhalt?"

Laharl was visibly pissed, "It's Laharl! You better memorize that name, because it's the last thing you'll be doing!" His eyes seemed to change color, as the jewel on his gauntlet flashed.

The brawler dawned, "Oh, that's why Master Vyers calls you volcano boy!" The two shared a laugh, but could not contain the rage of the hot head. They prepared themselves, "We're two of Master Vyers's elite. You better start taking us seriously!" The two motioned for the mooks to go ahead.

Laharl stuck his sword to the ground, "Go on, I'll take those two." His vassals followed the plan. He observed the battle and saw small flames appear from one of the prinnies knives. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was seeing correctly, 'What, is going on?'

The vassals took down Vyers's men, as only the two humanoids were left. The warrior whistled, "You're five men pack a punch, Prince Volcano, especially the ladies! Do you mind making a wager?" He laughed as the brawler put his hand on his shoulder.

"Take your life seriously, man. If his vassals are strong, then he must be stronger. Don't overestimate yourself." The warrior was indeed overestimating himself, but ignored his friend. "That brat hasn't moved an inch. Let's take him out!" He charged haphazardly into the frey. "Ah!"

Laharl focused on the warriors movements. He could see the movement for Blade Rush, but it seemed to be imperfect. 'Perfect.' He removed his sword, and struck his foe. While they were locked in combat, "Hey, bro, mind cutting in?"

His 'bro' merely shook his head. "It is dishonorable to have gang up during a duel. You are on your own." He respected his friend, but he didn't like his disrespect for his opponent.

The warrior was shocked, "Wha…" He spoke too slowly, as in that moment, Laharl took the time to backpedal out of the stalemate pierce his foe. He made one more cut for good measure. He then wiped the blood off, "Well, it's your turn now."

The brawler stepped down, "I see you've mastered the Blade Rush, but is it as strong as…" He charged to the front of Laharl, startling the Overlord-to-be. He made three strikes, the last of which pushed him backwards considerably. "What was that!"

He made a taunting gesture, "You'll have to study the dark martial arts to learn this move, youngling. Come at me with all you've got!" Laharl carefully charged at his foe, making note to be careful of the 'Triple Strike'.

As the five watched, Pleinair made a note, "Those three seem to be very invested in this fight. What do you think, Etna?" She was watching the fight, not caring about the 'waste of money' Prinny Squad. "Hmm, I don't know. Ask me later, this is really interesting." She pulled out some demonic popped corn from nowhere, "Popped corn?"

Laharl made a few slashes, but his foe seemed to barely just dodge them. "You're very good, Prince, but I'm better." This caused the young prince to anger, but he tried to keep calm. 'Anger is the enemy, or at least that's what he used to say…'

As the brawler continued to dodge his strikes, Laharl started to see his movements better. 'It looks like the Blade Rush movements, but he's not using a sword. Could it be that simple?'

Just as his foe was about to move, Laharl used the Blade Rush, cleaving into his foe once again. He fell to his knee, "You're Blade Rush is lacking in finesse, but it's power and speed are indeed commendable. Although you'll have to do much better than that!" His speech was ended by another slash.

Laharl took his sword out, "I swear, you martial arts types are always so preachy, but thanks for the advice." He wiped the blood off with his scarf and ripped off the bloodied scarf bit. It grew back instantaneously. He dropped the bit of ripped scarf onto the brawler.

Etna inspected him, "Why are you doing that? Wasn't that a gift from the queen?" She didn't like the queen, but she at least respected the woman. Laharl just 'hmmphed', "Never you mind. You'll never understand the respect between two equally passionate souls!"

She just turned around and muttered something about 'boys and their japanese animez' whatever that meant. As they were about to move on, Laharl confronted the prinny earlier.

The prinny turned around, "Okay, you, whatever your name is. What was that? The others may have been fooled, but I saw that fire. Tell me, what was it?" He showed the prince his dagger, which had a small red shard. "What?" The prinny took a staff from his pouch.

The first thought was, 'How does that staff fit into that pouch?' This was something for another day. "Very interesting! Then I assume I'm free to take this as I please, aren't I right?" He nodded and showed a name-tag, which read 'Tir'.

Laharl put his hand on Tirs' shoulder, "Tir, I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. From now on, you'll be on upgrading duty. Show me all the shards you manage to find so I can improve my army. I can see a bright future for you." He laughed as he is able to slowly improve his army.

Next Stop – Corridor of Love…

As Laharl and his team continued, they came upon a long narrow hallway. After venturing through the hall, the came upon a corridor. There was a slightly deep drop in the room, and a puddle for some odd reason. "Okay, who the hell designed this building? Why is there water in this place?" Everyone shrugged.

Hearing Laharls loud exclamation, Vyers people charged. The starting force included a warrior leading a ghost and five boggarts. Laharl twirled his sword and charged for the human while his force took out the monster opponents.

The warrior seemed to be more level headed then the previous warrior. "I heard that a young blue haired boy was coming with his vassals. I guess that means you've defeated our comrades at his lords courtyard." He took out a lance. "I think you know the rules."

Laharl was determined to take him on, "Bring it on, big man!" Laharl charged forwards, but was stopped by two arrows. He dodged both, but watched out, carefully examining the area behind the bastard for more sneak attacks. "Hey, you! I thought this was going to be a duel?"

He laughed aloud, "You seriously expect me to duel you fairly after you slaughtered our comrades? You've got to be joking!" He charged down at the young overlord-to-be. "Ah!" He attempted to skewer Laharl on his spear, but it was parried aside, but Laharl had trouble with the arrows from nowhere. "Whoever the hell is done taking out the monsters, I need help!"

His rage and desperate situation caused the jewel on the gauntlet to glow. His foe, taken aback at the development, "What the—" After enveloping Laharls arm in the glow, a brown creature appeared behind him. It was grotesque, to say the least. It seemed to wield the club in its hand with familiarity. Fur covered its' body and private areas.

Laharl was confused at the development, but when he noticed that his foe paused, he took the initiative. He sliced through his foe with his might. The red shard dimly glowed, causing a fire within his body, burning him to cinders. "That's for welching on our agreement, bastard." He looked at the 'minion' as it observed the new surroundings, "If you're not too busy, I need you to go and take out the archers above."

It seemed to understand Laharls command, as it ran upstairs with all its might. He heard a few blows, and when he went to go check it out, he found a dead archer, and two more foes, another archer and a red skull. "What the? Where did the thing go?"

Deciding to worry where it went later, he moved to take out the mage. The prinny squad took out the archer, as they had finished off the monsters, while his female companions hung back.

Laharl dispatched the skull with ease, as he inspected the staff for more shards. Tir took the staff away and took out the shard. He handed it to Laharl, who inspected his weapon. "It seems like my sword can only hold one shard. Give it to someone else if you like." They decided that Tir should keep it.

They advanced through the door to another room.

Hall of Caresses…

As they entered the hall, they saw a huge room, with an elegant couch in the middle. "Is this the last room? Finally, it feels like we've been here for two hour!"

A deep voice resounded from the roof, there was a loud laugh. Laharl looked for the source of said voice, "Who's there! Show yourself!"

Said voice laughed once more, "How rude! Invading a mans' house and asking him, 'Who's there?' But I give you credit for your boldness!" He appeared from the darkness above. The demon in question had blue hair and only wore a dark red jacket and pants, showing his magnificent body. "Voila! ...Forgive moi, I must leave you in awe. My name is Vyers. I am the lord of this castle." He bowed to the young one.

Laharl stepped forwards, "I've heard that you are the one knocking off competition for the throne! I would like to express my gratitude…" Vyers seemed to be taken aback, but responded anyways, "Oui, that is correct—"

Laharl unsheathed his sword, "By killing you myself!" He charged his foe, disappearing from his view. "Wha-" When Laharl tried to strike, Vyers completely dodged the attack. He then chastised the young boy.

"Ah, ah, ah. Don't be so hasty, dear boy! At least allow me to finish introducing myself." He laughs and clears his throat, "I am an aristocrat with both strength and beauty... They call me the Dark Adonis". He then takes a closer look at his opponent, "Young man. I assume that you are the son of the late King Krichevskoy, are you not?"

Laharl eagerly responds, "That's right, I'm Laharl, heir to the throne! And you are just a tiny stepping throne on my way to the throne!" Vyers takes this time to appreciate the ridiculousness of the situation, "I don't think you understand, boy! 'Heir to the throne' That is old news, boy! Your existence has long been forgotten… Or are you blind to the legion of demons in line for the title Overlord!"

Laharl crossed his arms and declared, "I'm the heir! That's all that matters. If they've forgotten, then I'll just have to make them remember." He draws his sword once more, "By starting with you!" He rushes Vyers, but is blocked by his vassals. "Hey, what am I paying you for?"

Etna slyly remarks, "You barely pay us anything! Oh well…" She joins the fray and impales a boggart, his other vassals kill the rest. All that remained were the humans, a green mage, an archer, two warriors, and Vyers himself.

"I'll take on this bastard!" As his small force attempts to block the prince from advancing, Laharl jumps and takes on the aristocrat himself. Etna and co. move to intercept his men.

He rushes in and disappears, initiating 'Blade Rush'. Vyers disappears just as Laharl strikes, and makes a blinding counter. "Ah!" Laharl stumbles backwards, as he catches his breath.

"Ha, ha, ha! This is quite fun, prince! Your reputation does indeed precede you. However, I feel you are not as strong as you boast." Vyers goes on the offensive, striking him three times. Laharl slides backwards from the assault, but stops by stabbing his sword in the ground.

Vyers takes this break to inspect him. 'That gauntlet… I see…' He narrows his eyes, 'If he does use the power, he may be more formidable. What will you do, Prince?'

Laharl pushes himself up, 'What is with this guy? Can he counter all my moves? What can I do against him?' His gauntlet glowed, as if trying to connect to him. He grits his teeth, 'I can't believe I'm going to do this.' He focuses his power to the ancient artifact.

The gauntlet made an instant replay from a second view and transmitted into Laharls' mind. He saw that Vyers was able to counter his attack by disappearing right at the last second and delivering a counter.

'So that is how…' He smiles and takes his sword out. "Let's do this." He charges again, aware of Vyers's trick. "Ha!"

He flashes in front and cuts into Vyers. The sword blazes and cuts into the older demon. "What? I was not expecting this, young man. From where did you obtain such a trinket?"

Laharl shook his head, "You won't get anything from me, old man. Now, die!" He pulls his sword out and punches the man. Vyers crashes hard into a wall.

From the sidelines, Etna cheers, "It looks like he did it!" Etna and co. had taken out Vyers' henchmen. Pleinair commented, "Yes, but now what will he do?"

Laharl approaches the man. "Heh... I have underestimated your skill. I took you for but a child. But, that was an error in judgement... I am too kind-hearted." He stands up and dusts himself off. Most of his wounds seemed to have disappeared.

Laharl looked aback, "Wha! Where did that scar go?" Vyers smirked, "I shall soon return the pain you have dealt me one-hundred fold. Until then!" He runs away. Laharl stands there, amazed what had just unfolded.

He breathed a sigh of relief and falls down, tired. "Alright, well, let's take his stuff and go home." The prinny squad salutes and calls for Hilda to send a portal. His other vassals help them to take all of the valuable objects in the castle.

Etna stood over him, "Whatcha thinkin', Prince? Why did you let him go?"

Laharl stood up, assisted by one of his men. He looks at the name-tag, which read Randi. He silently thanks his vassal. "I let him go because I knew he was way stronger than he let on. He could have killed us the moment he set foot inside, but he didn't. Plus, this thing was screaming at me to let him go." He stared at his arm angrily. The yellow jewel pulsed.

After pilfering the castle of its' valuable, they left through the portal.

End

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