Chapter 2
Written By Illuminet
Disclaimer: Just refer to the first chapter to see it. It's there.
"..."-Indicate Speech
'...'-Indicate Thought
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Alternate Netherworld, Forgotten Tower of Baal, Patriarch Seal
'My freedom draws nearer...it is only a matter of time before the seal brakes...Krichevskoy...you will know the meaning of true terror soon...'
He was a giant of a Demon, like a giant stone statue. He ran a giant hand along the surface of the core of the seal that bound him to his tower. The legendary Lord of Terror, Baal, was truly a fearful being. It had been so long since he tasted freedom, but his chance would come soon enough. He knew the core was weakening, and to speed up the process, Baal pounded mercilessly on the core, weakening it further.
'Perhaps within a few days it will be finished...I've waited this long...what is a few more days to me?'
Baal turned his back to the seal's core, and closed his eyes. An arrogant smirk crossed his hardened features.
'Soon...'
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Netherworld, Overlord's Castle, Throne Room
"...next."
Etna said in a bored tone.
"That was the last of them, your highness."
Dratti the Nidhogg stated. She was one of the Vassals that were in service even as far as Overlord Krichevskoy. Etna nodded to her, before slumping in her throne with a heavy sigh. Etna was tired of all the suitors she had to greet then turn away. Not one caught her attention for even a moment.
"Is there anything else that will need my attention?"
Etna asked Dratti. It had already been a long day for her passing bills in congress, mostly by force, and leading the Demons through the still shaky trial of peace between Humans, Angels, and themselves. Dratti shook her head and left Etna by herself in a hurry, most likely because it had been a long day for the Nidhogg too, and she wanted to sleep.
'If only Flonne and the Prince...no, I have to stop thinking of them!'
Etna shook her head to clear it. For Krichevskoy and Laharl, being an Overlord looked like an easy job, but there was much more responsibility than she fully realized from back then to now.
'Damn...thinking of him will only get me depressed again.'
Etna thought. When the two were children, their relationship seemed to be that of siblings, she as the older sister and he as the younger brother. She didn't even know she was actually in love with Laharl until he disappeared with the flower that was once Flonne. After she got over her sadness over Flonne's death, she began to feel signs of depression over Laharl's disappearance and jealousy towards Flonne because she had captured his heart. Since then, Etna tended to chastise herself for not realizing sooner.
"Ugh...I should get some sleep myself."
Etna rose from her throne to go back into her room, or more specifically, Laharl's old room.
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Overlord's Castle, Etna's room, formally Laharl's room
Etna eased her lithe frame into the coffin. It always puzzled her as to why Laharl had chosen to sleep in a coffin. She had tried to sleep in it in the past but found the inside to be very uncomfortable. That was until she had the coffin's wooden inside lined with some bedding material. After that, she was comfortable and could sleep easy in it.
'I always thought that sleeping in coffins were mostly characteristic of Nosferatu and Succubus type Demons. Not even Overlord Krichevskoy slept in a coffin, even before he met the Queen.'
Whenever she found herself thinking of this, she would shrug it off, say it was just an odd taste Laharl had, and go to sleep.
'Where ever you are Laharl, I hope you sleep pleasantly.'
Etna thought as she closed her eyes, letting the small traces of Laharl's scent comfort her as she fell asleep.
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Netherworld, Infinite Darkness, Wastelands
He washed the blood off his hands in a small water hole in the area. Some monster classed Demons had thought he would be easy prey, unaware that he had once been the Overlord. He couldn't really blame them for not knowing. Infinite Darkness was a stretch of land inhabited by mostly powerful rogue Demons who didn't follow the rest of the Netherworld or care about the Overlord, and just knew it as a sign of royalty. The sky was always overcast, so the sun never peeked through during the day time, so it was always night. hence the name for this place.
'Well, Flonne, I guess we should find some place to sleep.'
He thought to the flower that lay next to him. Laharl brought a hand in his mouth and pulled roughly, pulling a tooth out of his mouth that had got dislodged when he had taken a blow to the face. He let the tooth fall to the ground, before drawing up water and bringing it in his mouth. He sloshed the water in his mouth a bit before spitting it out, now with a mixture of water and his own blood. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before grasping the small flower in his hand and wandering off. The winds started to pick up, and Laharl's tattered red cape billowed in the wind, as did the tendrils of long hair on his head. He paid no mind to the chill, however.
'Let's get you someplace warm and safe, Flonne.'
He picked up the pace, grasping the flower firmly but gently in his hand, as if making sure the flower didn't lose a single beautiful white petal to the strong gust of winds. He spotted a small range of jagged mountains and headed towards them. when reached his destination, he found a series of small groves and caves running along the base of one of them. Choosing a fairly deep grove, Laharl laid on his back and curled into a fetal position, cradling the flower in his hands like it was a newborn child or something.
'I hope one day you'll be reborn again, Flonne. One day...'
Laharl fell into an uneasy sleep, keeping his senses alert for any signs of danger that might be in the area. The last thing Laharl wanted was to be snuck up on. He would give his life to protect the flower from any danger, to keep it safe from harm. If only for the hopes that it one day would be reincarnated as the Angel he once knew and loved.
***TBC***
Note: Another short chapter. I'm still trying to flesh out my ideas about this story, but hopefully it'll come out alright in the end. So, whoever might be reading, (If anyone...) this is a first attempt at an angst fic, so please bare with me since it probably won't be that good anyway.
Written By Illuminet
Disclaimer: Just refer to the first chapter to see it. It's there.
"..."-Indicate Speech
'...'-Indicate Thought
------
Alternate Netherworld, Forgotten Tower of Baal, Patriarch Seal
'My freedom draws nearer...it is only a matter of time before the seal brakes...Krichevskoy...you will know the meaning of true terror soon...'
He was a giant of a Demon, like a giant stone statue. He ran a giant hand along the surface of the core of the seal that bound him to his tower. The legendary Lord of Terror, Baal, was truly a fearful being. It had been so long since he tasted freedom, but his chance would come soon enough. He knew the core was weakening, and to speed up the process, Baal pounded mercilessly on the core, weakening it further.
'Perhaps within a few days it will be finished...I've waited this long...what is a few more days to me?'
Baal turned his back to the seal's core, and closed his eyes. An arrogant smirk crossed his hardened features.
'Soon...'
------
Netherworld, Overlord's Castle, Throne Room
"...next."
Etna said in a bored tone.
"That was the last of them, your highness."
Dratti the Nidhogg stated. She was one of the Vassals that were in service even as far as Overlord Krichevskoy. Etna nodded to her, before slumping in her throne with a heavy sigh. Etna was tired of all the suitors she had to greet then turn away. Not one caught her attention for even a moment.
"Is there anything else that will need my attention?"
Etna asked Dratti. It had already been a long day for her passing bills in congress, mostly by force, and leading the Demons through the still shaky trial of peace between Humans, Angels, and themselves. Dratti shook her head and left Etna by herself in a hurry, most likely because it had been a long day for the Nidhogg too, and she wanted to sleep.
'If only Flonne and the Prince...no, I have to stop thinking of them!'
Etna shook her head to clear it. For Krichevskoy and Laharl, being an Overlord looked like an easy job, but there was much more responsibility than she fully realized from back then to now.
'Damn...thinking of him will only get me depressed again.'
Etna thought. When the two were children, their relationship seemed to be that of siblings, she as the older sister and he as the younger brother. She didn't even know she was actually in love with Laharl until he disappeared with the flower that was once Flonne. After she got over her sadness over Flonne's death, she began to feel signs of depression over Laharl's disappearance and jealousy towards Flonne because she had captured his heart. Since then, Etna tended to chastise herself for not realizing sooner.
"Ugh...I should get some sleep myself."
Etna rose from her throne to go back into her room, or more specifically, Laharl's old room.
------
Overlord's Castle, Etna's room, formally Laharl's room
Etna eased her lithe frame into the coffin. It always puzzled her as to why Laharl had chosen to sleep in a coffin. She had tried to sleep in it in the past but found the inside to be very uncomfortable. That was until she had the coffin's wooden inside lined with some bedding material. After that, she was comfortable and could sleep easy in it.
'I always thought that sleeping in coffins were mostly characteristic of Nosferatu and Succubus type Demons. Not even Overlord Krichevskoy slept in a coffin, even before he met the Queen.'
Whenever she found herself thinking of this, she would shrug it off, say it was just an odd taste Laharl had, and go to sleep.
'Where ever you are Laharl, I hope you sleep pleasantly.'
Etna thought as she closed her eyes, letting the small traces of Laharl's scent comfort her as she fell asleep.
------
Netherworld, Infinite Darkness, Wastelands
He washed the blood off his hands in a small water hole in the area. Some monster classed Demons had thought he would be easy prey, unaware that he had once been the Overlord. He couldn't really blame them for not knowing. Infinite Darkness was a stretch of land inhabited by mostly powerful rogue Demons who didn't follow the rest of the Netherworld or care about the Overlord, and just knew it as a sign of royalty. The sky was always overcast, so the sun never peeked through during the day time, so it was always night. hence the name for this place.
'Well, Flonne, I guess we should find some place to sleep.'
He thought to the flower that lay next to him. Laharl brought a hand in his mouth and pulled roughly, pulling a tooth out of his mouth that had got dislodged when he had taken a blow to the face. He let the tooth fall to the ground, before drawing up water and bringing it in his mouth. He sloshed the water in his mouth a bit before spitting it out, now with a mixture of water and his own blood. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before grasping the small flower in his hand and wandering off. The winds started to pick up, and Laharl's tattered red cape billowed in the wind, as did the tendrils of long hair on his head. He paid no mind to the chill, however.
'Let's get you someplace warm and safe, Flonne.'
He picked up the pace, grasping the flower firmly but gently in his hand, as if making sure the flower didn't lose a single beautiful white petal to the strong gust of winds. He spotted a small range of jagged mountains and headed towards them. when reached his destination, he found a series of small groves and caves running along the base of one of them. Choosing a fairly deep grove, Laharl laid on his back and curled into a fetal position, cradling the flower in his hands like it was a newborn child or something.
'I hope one day you'll be reborn again, Flonne. One day...'
Laharl fell into an uneasy sleep, keeping his senses alert for any signs of danger that might be in the area. The last thing Laharl wanted was to be snuck up on. He would give his life to protect the flower from any danger, to keep it safe from harm. If only for the hopes that it one day would be reincarnated as the Angel he once knew and loved.
***TBC***
Note: Another short chapter. I'm still trying to flesh out my ideas about this story, but hopefully it'll come out alright in the end. So, whoever might be reading, (If anyone...) this is a first attempt at an angst fic, so please bare with me since it probably won't be that good anyway.
