Late one night, Flonne sat in her bed, reading a novelization of the Prism Rangers movie. It was about 11:30 and she was about to nod off when Flonne heard the singing…

"Red moon, red moon…

Cleanses the sinful and makes them anew...

Shining brightly in the night sky,

waiting for the souls...

Who will be born again tonight?

Who will be born again tonight?"

"Hmm…" Flonne murmured, half asleep. "Mmm… Hmm?" Waking up, she looked around. "Who would be singing at this hour?"

Getting up, Flonne left her room and walked around the Castle, trying to locate the source of song. Eventually, her quest led her to the throne room, where she saw a group of Prinnies march, single-file, towards the hall that led to the portal room.

"Prinnies…?" the Angel Trainee called out softly, trying to get their attention without waking the castle.

The Prinnies stopped, and turned around to face Flonne. They bowed, and resumed their march of the penguins.

"Umm… Where are you going…?" Flonne asked, confused. As far as she knew, the Prinny Squad didn't have any duties outside of patrol and housekeeping at night. Confused, she moved towards them.

"…Don't try to stop them."

"Huh?" Blinking, Flonne looked around to the source of the voice. To her surprise, she found that red Prinny that was periodically seen around the castle. The one the other Prinnies called 'Big Sis'…

"Just let them be," Big Sis continued, "They were finally able to atone for their sins. The only thing we can do now is pray for their happiness in their next lives…"

Flonne stared at Big Sis, thoroughly confused. What did she mean?

("Oh, is this what they mean when they say 'fly-by-night'?") She wondered, thinking it over. It was a mystery, but the real mystery was Big Sis. She had never seen a Prinny like her, in Celestia or the Netherworld.

"Ummm…" Flonne began, not sure how she should phrase her question.

"Yes?" Big Sis asked, inviting Flonne to speak her mind.

No point dancing around. "You seem different from other Prinnies," Flonne stated, giving Big Sis an inquisitive eye. "Were you the one who gave me medicine when I lost my pendent?"

Big Sis fell back, sweating profusely. "Wh-what are you talking about?" She asked, nervous.

"You even speak differently than the rest of them." Flonne pointed out. Not once had she heard Big Sis say 'dood'.

"Wh-what do you mean…dood?" Big Sis asked, sweating. "I'm the same as the others…dood."

Flonne wasn't so sure about that, but decided not press the issue. "…I understand." She said at last. "You have your reasons, right? Okay then… I'll just direct this to whoever might be listening," Flonne smiled brightly at Big Sis. "Thank you for your help."

Flonne bowed, and turned around. As she began to walk away, Big Sis said to her, "…Flonne."

Flonne stopped, and looked over her shoulder.

"S-since you came, the Prince has changed," Big Sis said, "…Dood."

"Huh?" Flonne turned around to fully address Big Sis. "You really think so?"

Big Sis smiled as best a Prinny could. "Sure, dood."

Now it was Flonne's turn to smile. "Thank goodness," She sighed, "They say that I see things the way I want them to be, so I wasn't sure if Laharl has actually changed or not. But, it can't just be my imagination, if you've noticed a difference, too." Flonne's smile grew even bigger and brighter. "Love is magnificent!"

Big Sis chuckled at Flonne's happiness. "Heh… It surely is…"

Episode 8

Reincarnation

The following morning, Flonne stepped into the throne room, feeling light as an angel's feather. Last night's discussion with Big Sis Prinny had given her a good feeling, and nothing could ruin it today!

"What?" Laharl asked Etna.

Except maybe that. Flonne walked over to where Laharl and Etna were talking.

"Like I said," Etna reiterated tiredly, "Several Prinnies are missing!"

"Why?!" Laharl demanded angrily.

Etna put her fists on her hips and glared at Laharl. Why was he getting mad at her for!? It wasn't her fault!

"How should I know?" Etna huffed, "Maybe they ran away because you treated them so badly."

"Hmmm…" Laharl thought about it. "C-come to think of it, 20-hour workdays with no days off WAS a bit harsh…"

Flonne was shocked. In fact, she was appalled.

"In conditions like that, it's no wonder that they chose to fly-by-night." She stated, frowning at Laharl.

"Fly-by-night?" Laharl repeated, confused. He gave Flonne a suspicious look. "Is there something you're not telling us?"

Flonne panicked. What could she say? She quickly averted her eyes, looking heavenward. "Uh, no… Nothing at all."

"Prince."

Everyone looked to see Big Sis Prinny wheel in a plate of pancakes with a fork stuck in the top. Laharl ate the entire stack, fork included, in a single gulp.

"Huh? What?" He asked, swallowing. He spat the fork, now horribly bent, where it jammed itself into Goleck's forehead by force of his exportation.

Unaffected by Laharl's lack of manners, Big Sis said, "Don't worry, they'll be alright…" Big Sis glanced at Flonne before adding, "Dood."

"I'm not worried about THEM!" Laharl thundered, "If people hear that I let my vassals escape, I'll lose all respect!" He clenched his fist and held it up for all to see. "That's why we're gonna find them! …Even if it is a big waste of time!"

"That's so mean!" Flonne cried, "You don't have to say it like that…!"

Etna shrugged. "Take it easy, Flonne. He's just too embarrassed to admit the truth."

Flonne stared at Laharl for a full minute before looking at Etna. "…Really?"

"Yeah…" Etna replied, before glancing at Laharl, unsure. "…I think."

Flonne followed Etna's gaze, frowning. This felt so wrong…

"Well, Prinnies are humans after all," Manty remarked from the side, "I guess life in the Netherworld is something they'll never get used to."

"I don't think they're that delicate…" Etna replied, shaking her head.

"Who cares!" Laharl snarled, "Let's get moving!"

As the trio left the throne room, they were stopped by Dratti.

"What? What is it?" Laharl asked, irritated.

"I've keeping this a secret…" Dratti giggled, and leaned forward to reveal some great mystery. "I'm actually a female."

Dratti walked off giggling, leaving the three thoroughly disturbed.

"I… I had no idea." Flonne commented.

"I…I need to use the bathroom." Etna declared, zipping off.

"Uh…yeah," Laharl said slowly, still staring after Dratti. "We'll…meet you by the portal."

D-I-S-G-A-E-A

In her secret place, Etna jotted down another entry in her journal. Dratti's confession on her true gender had brought up another memory of the King, but this one was not pleasant. In fact, it was probably one of the most painful memories of all…

She called it 'Hatred'.

More and more is coming back to me with each passing day... I remember the time... ...the time the King and Queen first met.

A demon falling in love with a human... I felt the King was going somewhere out of my reach...

His happy face... The first time I saw his smile...

My heart ached...

As I watched the King smiling, I felt my hatred for the Queen grow...

My loyalty to the King... I felt like all my feelings were being ignored because of that woman...

......

And then, the Prince was born...

The son of the King... The son of that woman...

I was torn by opposing feelings back then... Things have started to change recently.

But, my feelings toward the Queen ended before I could deal with them...

Wiping a rare tear from her eye, Etna closed the diary, and glanced at the portrait of King Krichevskoy, the one stolen from Dinero Palace.

D-I-S-G-A-E-A

Outside, Laharl and Flonne were talking with Gargo and Ghoss, coincidentally near the secret entrance to Etna's secret place.

"I heard the Prinnies ran away," Ghoss commented to Laharl, "It's no surprise though, since they're working under you, Prince."

Laharl raised an eyebrow. "What is that supposed to mean?" He asked, glaring.

Ghoss waved a dismissive…flap. "Oh, come now! You know what I mean!"

At this time, the hidden door cracked open and Etna stuck her head out. Seeing the people crowding around, Etna almost went "Eep!" but noticed that none of them were actually looking in her direction. So, carefully, Etna slipped out, and closed the door as gently and quietly as she could. Afterwards, she snuck around the four, inching towards the door to the throne room.

"Hey, guys!" Etna called cheerfully, "Been waitin' long?"

"Long enough," Laharl said, giving Etna a look, "How come you always take so long to go to the bathroom? What are you doing in there?"

"Laharl!" Flonne hissed, embarrassed at Laharl's lack of manners.

Etna, however, was not put off by the Prince. "Oh, you know…" She grinned, "A little of this, a little of that… It's a BIG secret!"

Laharl rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Let's get going. We've wasted enough time here."

As Laharl and Etna left for the portal, Gargo stopped Flonne.

"Have you got a use for this?" He asked, and handed Flonne a pole with a magnificent ivory head, the Staff of Sorcery.

"Wow… Thank you!" Flonne said, and tucked the Staff away for later. Bowing her head in thanks, she left for the portal room.

D-I-S-G-A-E-A

Laharl stood in front of the portal, carefully examining the list of destinations available. The Prinnies had to be somewhere…but where?

Fiona stepped forward. "Prince, have you talked to the zombie over there?" She asked, gesturing towards Zommie, who was in fierce conflict with some cat's cradle. "He was bragging about having an important hint for you."

Laharl looked over his shoulder towards Zommie. The Zombie always seemed to no more than some would imagine... Unless he was drunk, or daydreaming.

Deciding 'What the hell', Laharl marched over to Zommie, clearing his throat to get the Zombie's attention.

Zommie looked up from his cat's cradle, and said, "Today, I'm going to give you a pretty straightforward hint."

Laharl did his best not to look eager.

"Go to the 'Lunar Snowfield'," Zommie said, "The Prinnies are there."

Laharl stared. "…You know," He said at last, "I don't think you can even call that a hint…"

But Zommie had already got back to work on the cat's cradle. Somewhat annoyed at the attitudes of his so-called vassals for the umpteenth time, Laharl stomped back to the portal, where Etna, Flonne, and Big Sis Prinny were waiting.

"Send us to the Lunar Snowfield." He ordered Fiona.

D-I-S-G-A-E-A

The Lunar Snowfield was another area in the polar regions of the Netherworld. While cold, in comparison with the Frozen River and Jotenheim, it was positively warm and cozy. It also provided a terrific view of the stars and moon at night.

The party, unfortunately, had the bad luck of landing in a patch Treants during their mid-morning siesta.

"Ohhh boy." Etna muttered, looking around.

"Maybe they won't notice." Flonne whispered.

Just as she said that, every Treant around them woke up, and growled at the invited guests.

"You just HAD to say it." Etna sighed.

As the Treants moved in for the kill, Laharl lazily raised his fists.

FWOOM!

When the smoke cleared, all that was left were several piles of ashes.

"Heh," Laharl chuckled, "Too easy."

As the party moved onward, they soon found their path obstructed by pair of Galactic Demons- strange, oddly-shaped monsters that looked more at home in a science-fiction setting than the fantastic Netherworld, with their floating lumpy bodies, multiple eyes all over their fronts, and sliver-ish claws. Their very centers resembled jaws gnawing down on bright blue spheres. It was said that the Galactic Demons were born from the enternal black of the galactic abyss.

"Get out of my way," Laharl ordered, "Or I'll make you get."

"None shall pass." The Galactic Demons said in a united monotone.

"I'm the Overlord," Laharl said menacingly, "And I'm looking for a bunch of lazy vassals that think they can escape from me. So MOVE IT."

There was a pregnant pause the Galactic Demons took this in.

"Really?" The one on the left asked, interested.

"Damn right!" Laharl thrust his chest out in what could be considered a masculine pose.

"Cool," The other Galactic Demon on the right said, "But you're still not allowed to go past this point."

Laharl's eyes narrowed, and it looked pretty obvious what he would do next. Trying to dissuade the potential bloodshed, Flonne stepped forward, putting herself between the doomed Galactic Demons and the Prince.

"We're just looking for some Prinnies that might have-" Flonne began to say, but was cut off by the left-Galactic Demon.

"Prinnies!" It spat, "Prinnies, Prinnies, Prinnies! I'm sick of Prinnies!"

"A whole flock of them just passed through here a few hours ago," the right-Galactic Demon added, "Singing about red moons and stuff. Why, if I ever… Hey, where'd they go?"

As the two Galactic Demons looked before them, trying to figure out the reason behind Laharl and company's disappearance, they never noticed the party moving ahead behind them.

D-I-S-G-A-E-A

As the party followed the Prinnies' tracks in the snow(Luckily, it was not supposed to snow today), time passed, going from morning to afternoon.

As they moved from the previous area, the Theatre of Death, to the Frigid Garden, known for its plant-shaped ice formations, Laharl noticed that Flonne's mind seemed to be somewhere else, moreso than usual. He remembered what she had said at the castle, and again wondered what she meant by that. He let her off the hook easily before, but now wanted an explanation.

"Hey!" He yelled at Flonne, "Hey, you!"

Flonne cocked her head, and looked around.

"Uhh… Me?" She asked, pointing at herself.

"Yeah, you," Laharl answered, and stepped towards her. "You really don't know anything about the Prinnies? You've been acting weird ever since this morning."

Flonne stared at Laharl for a good long moment before answering. "….I don't know anything. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell YOU!"

"Wh-what!?" Laharl cried, shocked. What was going on with Flonne now?

"Prince Laharl, I have a name, and it's Flonne," Flonne continued firmly, "It's not 'Hey!' or 'You!' You have never called me by my name, not even once, since the first time we met!"

"S-so?" Laharl replied, caught off-guard by all this. "What's it to you?"

"People's feelings are delicate," Flonne said firmly, "They can be hurt bu just the slightest insult. Laharl, you are too inconsiderate. You should approach people with more love," She pointed an accusing finger at the Prince. "The Prinnies ran away because you have no love!"

Laharl's eyes turned red, and his antenna-hair stood on end.

"What!?" He roared, furious. "You stupid Love Freak!! Who do you think I---"

"There!" Flonne cried, cutting him off. "That's the attitude I'm talking about! You'll never become a respected Overlord with an attitude like that!"

"…Flonne, that doesn't seem like the kind of advice an angel should be giving." Etna put in wryly.

"Ugh…!" Laharl grunted, "What do you know about being an Overlord!?" He moved forward, pushing Flonne aside. "Forget it! I'm not talking to you anymore!!"

Laharl stomped away, his face in an expression that could melt rock. To drive the point him, he glared at a tree-shaped ice formation and it melted instantly, leaving a column of steam in its demise.

Flonne frowned, but moved after him, followed by Etna and Big Sis.

D-I-S-G-A-E-A

Eventually the party left the Fridgid Garden entering the Freezing Souls. By that time, the sun was beginning to set, making way for night.

As they walked, Flonne couldn't help but wonder about Laharl.

"Etna." She said to the demon girl, getting her attention.

"Hm?"

"Why is Laharl so stubborn?" Flonne asked.

"Huh?!" Etna stared at Flonne in disbelief. "You kiddin'? He's always been like that."

Flonne shook her head. "I don't think that's entirely true. Haven't you noticed? His emotions are slowly changing." She looked ahead to Laharl's fuming form. "I thought that he'd finally awoken to the power of love…"

"Oh, hohoho…" Etna chuckled. Now she got it. "So, that's why you were so angry."

"Y-yes." Flonne replied. Why did Etna sound so amused?

Etna shook her head. Poor, naïve, Flonne. "Well, that's a demon for ya. You seem to have your hopes pretty high, but don't you think that asking for love from a demon is a bit ridiculous?"

Flonne looked crestfallen. "…You think so?"

Etna didn't answer. She looked ahead towards Laharl before saying, "Well, the Prince's case is a bit unique."

"Unique?" Flonne asked, intrigued.

"Yep…" Etna looked back at Flonne. "You see, his mother…" She paused for just a minute before continuing. "…The Queen, was an eccentric person. She was always talking about love and kindness."

"…That's not weird at all." Flonne commented.

"Well, I didn't hate her, but I guess she couldn't help it," Etna continued, "Being a human and all."

"A human?" Flonne couldn't believe what she was hearing. Laharl's mother, the wife of King Krichevskoy, the greatest of all demons…was human?

Etna nodded. "Yep. She a witch who came here to study. The King fell in love with her at first sight. And eventually, the Prince was born."

Was it Flonne's imagination, or was Etna upset about something?

"Hmmm," She hummed, "Is that so?"

"She was always saying stuff like, 'Demons can love, too.'" Etna continued, "Whenever the Prince did something bad, she would scold him, because she wanted to raise him to be a kind boy." An idea came to Etna as she said this. "Maybe you remind him of his mother, Flonne."

Flonne wondered if that was the truth. And she wondered about something else…

"If was raised that way, why is like this now…?" She asked.

Etna didn't say anything. Off to the side, Big Sis Prinny looked at her reflection in a frozen puddle.

"…The Queen died." Etna said at last, a sad expression on her face.

Flonne stared. "Huh…?"

"A long time ago, the Prince was infected with a rare disease, that even the King couldn't cure…" Etna explained sadly, "There was only one way to save him…"

Flonne didn't think she'd like the answer, but asked the question anyway. "Which was…?"

"The life of one who loved him…" Etna answered.

Flonne was dreading the direction this story was taking with every word. "Then…"

Etna nodded. "That's right… The Queen took her own life, despite the King's best efforts to stop her… It was at that point that the Prince started to hate love and kindness…"

Flonne felt tears begin to appear in her eyes. "How sad…" She whispered, "So unless his hatred fades, Laharl will have to live the rest of his life without love?" She sobbed. "…That's just not fair!"

"Maybe so…" Etna said, "But, I don't think he's intentionally trying to hate love. Hatred isn't something that just disappears, is it? Maybe you were a bit rough on him today."

Flonne gasped. She never thought of it that way!

"Well, don't try to get me involved." Etna said, walking forward after Laharl.

Flonne looked down at her feet in the snow, feeling bad for so many different reasons. After a minute, she followed after the party.

D-I-S-G-A-E-A

By the time the party reached the end of Lunar Snowfield, night had fallen. The stars and moon were in full view, but there was something odd. The normally white moon had turned red, and there were many small balls of light, emanating from a lone cliff, were floating into the sky.

"What are…" Flonne gasped, amazed at the sight. "Those…?"

"Those for the souls of the Prinnies who've atoned for their sins…" Big Sis explained, "You know the legend, don't you? That inside the Prinnies are the souls of sinful humans…"

Flonne nodded. "Yes… And that they work in Celestia and the Netherworld to atone for those sins."

"That's right…" Big Sis agreed, "The red moon purifies their sins so they can be reborn…"

Flonne looked up at the sky, and could just barely seen the faces of humans being cleansed.

"What a heartwrenching sight…" She said softly.

Laharl, however, was not moved in the slightest.

"Etna!" He bellowed, pointing. "Stop them!"

"Prince, we're you listening?" Etna asked, exasperated. "The Prinnies are being reborn…"

Laharl's eyes turned red. "Shut up! I never gave them permission for that!" He charged for the cliff, sword raised. "We'll drag 'em back here if we have to!"

The girls quickly chased after Laharl, hoping to catch him before he caused a disaster. But just as Laharl reached the cliff, a dusky voice filled their ears.

"Wait…"

The party found themselves being confronted by a lone figure- A Shadow. Shadows were shade-like beings, who wrapped their dark selves inside heavy cloaks. And this one was standing between the party and the Prinnies.

"Who are you?" Laharl demanded, stepping forward.

"Take… Prinnies'… souls… to… red… moon…" The Shadow hissed, its empty voice echoing through the night sky. "No… one… interfere…"

Laharl raised a threatening fist. "We'll see about that!" He said, "Those Prinnies are mine!" He gritted his teeth. "They're my vassals… for all eternity!!"

D-I-S-G-A-E-A

In Celestia, Lamington and his partner watched the events through the fountain.

"Are you worried?" Lamington asked.

"…Yes. It would be a lie to say I was not. But, I shall leave it to the one who loves him most…"

D-I-S-G-A-E-A

Back in the Netherworld, Laharl lunged at the Shadow, swinging his sword. The Shadow, true to its name, slipped away, causing the sword to hit a stone.

"Ice Dance." The Shadow hissed, raising its hand. Dozens of sharp icicles shot at Laharl, forcing him back.

"Arrgh!" He cried, feeling one or two cut his skin. Growling, Laharl lunged at the Shadow, his fist on fire.

"Burning Knuckle!"

The Shadow jumped to avoid the pyrotechnic punch, just barely singing its cloak.

"Fire Dance." The tip of its hood glowed red, before sending out a fist-sized ball of fire at Laharl. The Prince quickly ducked his head back just in time for it to fly over his chin.

As the ground behind him exploded, Laharl threw up a few fireballs of his own.

"Overlord's Wrath!"

The fireballs converged onto the Shadow, battering it. Its cloak now completely singed, the Shadow moved in on Laharl, its fists glowing yellow.

"Light Dance." The Shadow shot out beams of light, causing anything they touched to erupt in flames.

However, this proved to be a mistake. Laharl quickly charged forward, rushing past the beams, and landed a hot punch in the Shadow's chest.

"Burning Knuckle!" He crowed.

FWOOM!

The Shadow backed away, hovering closer to the ground than before. It was beaten. Flonne, Etna, and Big Sis quickly came out from the rock they were hiding behind.

"Ohhhhh…" The Shadow groaned, "Why… are… you… interfering… with… work…?"

"Work?" Laharl asked, cocking his head. His anger at Flonne and the Prinnies' leaving now vented, he was now calm enough to listen to suggestions.

"That's right, dood," Big Sis said, "You shouldn't interfere with Death's work, dood. It's here to guide the souls of the Prinnies to the red moon, dood. If you truly value your vassals… If you have any love for them, then you should wish them good luck, dood."

Laharl regarded Big Sis. He had seen her wandering the castle many times, but this was the first time he had actually spoke to her.

"Hmph… You sound just like that Love Freak…" He muttered. He thought about what she said. "…It's what's best for their sake?" He asked at last.

Big Sis nodded. "That's right, dood."

Laharl thought about it some more, before nodding. "…I see. Then, I'll let them go."

"You understand, dood?" Big Sis pressed.

Laharl looked to the ground, uncomfortable. "…Well, yeah." He said, meeting her eyes.

Big Sis breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness… Then, I can leave without worry."

Big Sis walked past Death to join the other Prinnies. But before she could enter the pack, Flonne stepped forward.

"Wait!" She called out, "What sin… What sin did you commit?" It was pressing her. What sort of thing did this Prinny, who was nicer and more caring than all the rest, do to warrant such a terrible fate?

"…I took my own life," Big Sis said after a moment's hesitation. "Taking your own life is a grave sin…"

"Why would you…?" Flonne asked, not willing to let it go so easily. There had to be more. There must be!

"…To save my son's life."

Laharl's eyes widened. What did she say?

"Because of my death," Big Sis explained, "My son shut away his feelings… But, he's changing, ever so slowly." Big Sis cast her gaze across the trio, stopping on Laharl "It's all thanks to the wonderful people around him… My work here is done… The rest is up to my son."

Big Sis turned around to join the Prinnies. Laharl stepped forward, wanting to say something, but no words would leave his mouth.

As Death and the Prinnies walked away, Flonne cried, "You're just going to leave?! Not even a goodbye!?" Tears began to fall from her eyes. "…Despite how much you love him!?"

Big Sis paused in her step, shaken. "…What cruel words you speak." She said, not even turning around.

"Eh…?"

"Of course I would like to reveal myself," Big Sis said, her voice shaking. "Of course I would like to hug my son with my own hands. But, if we are destined to part again, then wouldn't it be better to watch from afar and leave without a single word? He has suffered enough already… My silence is how I show my love."

Flonne stared. And then, she understood.

"…I'm sorry," Flonne said, her eyes downcast. "I tried to push my idea of love onto you, without considering your reasons… Without considering your feelings… I'm sorry…"

Big Sis turned around to address Laharl

"Haha…" She chuckled, "Prince, you've met a wonderful person, dood." She then waved a flap goodbye. "Prince… Take care…" To the girls, she said, "Flonne, Etna, take care of him for me." She stepped backwards. "…Good bye."

For a brief moment, Laharl, Flonne, and Etna were not seeing a red Prinny. Instead, they saw a beautiful women, with short, golden brown hair, and eyes full of kindess.

Suddenly, Big Sis's form went limp, like a balloon running out of air. Out of her beak came a ball of light.

"Ah…!" Laharl rushed for the ball, but it floated out of his reach.

The other Prinnies followed suite, with Death rising after them.

D-I-S-G-A-E-A

"The red moon reflected in Laharl's eyes, swaying sadly.

A gentle, loving mother who gave up her life to save her son...

A son who could only accept his mother's death by denying love and kindness...

I can't imagine how painful, how difficult it was for him.

I'm sure the red moon will wash away his sorrow." – Flonne

Laharl stared up into the sky, his face emotionless.

"Love… huh…" He sighed.

Flonne looked towards him. "Huh…?"

Laharl closed his eyes. "…Nothing."

Laharl turned around, and began to march down the cliff. However, he paused on his third step and looked over his shoulder at Flonne.

"Let's return to the castle…Flone." He said.

Flonne's face brightened. He had said her name! "Laharl…"

"When Laharl called me by my name for the very first time, I noticed... that the red moon no longer shone in his eyes. I'll always remember the sad tale of a mother and her son..." – Flonne

Giggling, Flonne quickly rushed up to Laharl's side, taking his hand. Laharl gave her a look, but didn't do anything else. Giggling, Etna joined the two on Laharl's other side. The three of them walked away with their backs to the night sky, as the souls of atoned rose to the moon…

Red moon, red moon...

Cleanses the sinful and makes them anew...

Shining brightly in the night sky,

waiting for the souls...

Who will be born again tonight?

Who will be born again tonight?

Episode 8

Reincarnation

End

A/N: Wah… I actually started to cry writing this… Okay, I'm good, I'm good.

Lamington: I have a question.

A/N: Shoot.

Lamington: You gave Flonne the Staff of Sorcery, but she didn't do anything with it.

A/N: I have other plans for it. Trust me.

Lamington: …We have no other choice. But what happens now?

A/N: That's a question for… Etna!

Episode 9 preview

Etna: Warning! Warning! A hero emerges to save the earth from the vile clutches of King Laharl! His name is Captain Gordon, Defender of Earth!

Mid-Boss: Bonjour, I am your own personal Dark Adonis...

Etna: With his beautiful sidekick Jennifer and multi-purpose super robot Thursday, Captain Gordon takes the Netherworld by storm!!

Mid-Boss: Another fantasy of yours, Mademoiselle?

Etna: Who will win this cataclysmic battle, the evil king or the Defender of Earth?

Mid-Boss: Pardon moi, but no one is listening.

Etna: Next on Mobile Girl Etna: Stardust Memoir, Episode 9: Invincible Captain Gordon. Soldiers' tears illuminate the starry sky...

Mid-Boss: Everybody, just ignore her!