Ash: You killed Marona!

Blu: Hey, don't look at me like that! I had to do it to get the story along, besides, I like her too.

Flonne: So what are you going to do now?

Blu: Hmmm... Maybe make this semi-au-ish?

Nippon-Ichi characters: Huh?

Blu: Heh, heh... Maybe I'll put Laharl in a bottle. (You won't get it unless you've seen Phantom Brave after you beat it)

Laharl: To hell you are!

Blu: Peace and love.

Laharl: GAAAH!

Etna: Stop messing with her, Prince. She may act stupid sometimes, but she can be a real witch when she wants to.

Blu: HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Flonne: (Sweatdrop) She's even imatating Laharl's laugh...

Laharl: (Angry) WHY YOU--!

Blu: You're such a cute little boy, Harlie: )

Laharl: X-X

Blu: I love doing that to him. Anyways, let's go to the story. Let's thank Lacto3.1415, Kid-Author, andThe UselessSempai forbeing this story's first reviewers!

Phantom Brave, Disgaea, & Makai Kingdom Characters: Thank you!

Blu: And here to anounce the disclaimer are...The Prinny Squad!

Prinnies: Dood! Blu Rose doesn't, like, own Disgaea: Hour of Darkness, or Phantom Brave!

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The Netherworld. Home to all sorts of demons and monsters. The place wherethose who have sinned go to pay for their wrongs. Like there are other worlds, there are alternate Netherworlds. And this story continues on one of them...

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At the castle of Laharl, the current ruler of this specific Netherworld, there was a certain Fallen Angel running around, looking for her liege.

"Laharl! Oh Laharl! Where are you prince?" She cried as she ran in out of the many rooms.

The angel's name was Flonne, and before, she was an Angel-Trainee from Celestia. She was sent to assassinate the Overlord of the Netherworld, King Krichevskoy, only to find out (After battling Laharl and Etna) that he died, embarassingly by choking on a black pretzel, two years ago. (Or so that was what was said) But even after her mission was a great, big flop, she stayed in the Netherworld, to see if demon's could love. And over time...well...let's just say she turned into a Fallen Angel since she helped the Overlord many times.

"Where could he be. . .?" The ditzy fallen angel sighed as she walked into the throne room. Sitting there on a Prinny, in the center of the room, was Etna, the Prince's first vassal.

"What is it now, Flonne?" Etna said in a bored tone.

"Have you seen the Prince?"

"The prince?"

(Flashback)

Flonne came running in with a weird looking bottle with arms and legs. "Hey, hey! Look at this!" She raised it up a bit so Laharl and Etna could see. "What do you think?"

". . .What is it, some new sort of demon?" Laharl said.

"No, I think it's called a...Bottlemail! Yeah, it's a Bottlemail!"

Etna gave the Bottlemail a weird look and it started to shake in fear. "What does this piece of junk do?"

Flonne went into deep thought. "Uh. . . I think you can put anything in it."

"Really?"

"That's what the little rabbit guy, said." Flonne smiled.

"This thing's a piece of junk." Laharl started to walk away.

"Oh. . . Don't say that!" The Fallen Angel said in a disappointed voice.

Etna kept eyeing the Bottlemail with interest. "Hey, Flonne, can I borrow that for a while?"

"Huh? Why?"

Etna smirked. "Nothing special. I just got . . . Something to send."

Half an hour later, when Laharl was taking a nap in his quarters, Etna sneaked in with the Bottlemail clutched in her hand's to make sure the thing wouldn't run away.

"Alright, let's see if you really CAN put anything inside of you." Etna whispered, more to herself than the Bottlemail. She crept over beside's Laharl's bed, making sure she was extra, extra quiet. When she pulled the cork out of the bottle's opening, Laharl's eyes snapped open.

"What are you doing?"

Etna panicked a bit and pointed the Bottlemail at Laharl.

"WHAT THE HELL--!"

A flash of white light appeared for and when it disappeared, the demon prince Laharl was. . .gone.

"Huh?" Etna whirled around, but she couldn't see Laharl anywhere. "Where'd he--?"

"ETNAAAAAAA!" A high tiny voice said. Etna almost jumped until she realized who's voice it was. When she peered into the Bottlemail, she found Laharl only he had. . .shrunk to the size of a bug.

"Etna! You'd better get me out of here, or there'll be hell to pay!"

The pink-haired vassal smirked in amusement. "Now, now, Prince, that's no way to talk to your loyal servant."

"I'll talk to you as I please! No get me outta here or I'm gonna--!" Etna plugged the Bottlemail with the cork before Laharl could finish his sentence. She giggled to herself.

"Time for your timeout, Prince." Etna continued to laugh as she walked out of the room. A few moments later, she came across Flonne.

"Oh, Etna. You seem happy." Flonne said.

"Yup." The vassal handed the Bottlemail over to the Fallen Angel. "I'm done now. I don't need it anymore."

Flonne blinked but ignored Etna's behavior. She smiled and said "Okay." She started to walk away but she tripped and the Bottlemail fell out of her hands. As she fell down face first, the living item ran off. "WAAAH! No, come back!" Flonne scrambled after it.

Etna just stood there with a pleased look on her face. "Ooooh, the Prince must in pain by now. . ."

(Flashback)

"WHAT! You sealed Laharl in the bottle!" Flonne exploded (Not really, but she looked like she was getting there) when Etna was finished. "You can't seal people up in bottles! IT'S WRONG!"

". . .I'm a demon, remember? I'm supposed to do things I'm told not to do. That's what we do." Etna stood up. "Besides, I'm not the one who dropped the bottle."

"But you're the one who caused all of this!"

"But YOU'RE the one who brought it in the first place."

". . ." Flonne was speechless. "Never mind that! We have to go find Laharl!"

Etna sighed. "Oh well." She kicked the Prinny she was sitting on aside. "And I was so getting used to the peace and quiet..."

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She felt nothing. Warmth, cold, not even her heartbeat. The little Chroma was no longer human. She was now a phantom. Neither alive no dead, but a cross inbetween.

(Is this what it feels like to be a Phantom?) She thought. (. . . Is this what Ash felt? Nothing at all?) Marona opened her eyes and found herself lying on the ground, staring up at the dark sky.

"W-what. . . What is this? Where am I?" She asked herself, because it seemed there wasn't another soul around for miles. Marona looked down at her hand. If you looked hard enough, you'd notice that it was transparent.

" -sigh- I don't even know where I'm supposed to go. . ." The Chroma's shoulders slumped as she looked around. "Um...there." She pointed in a certain direction and walked off to only God (Or Satan if you're a demon) knows where.

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Even after walked for what felt like forever, Marona was tired. Ah, the few benefits of being dead. . .

"Huh?" Marona stopped walking. Was something running towards her?

. . . Yes. It was a Bottlemail, running very quickly towards her.

"How did a Bottlmail end up down here?" The Chroma said as the Bottlemail tripped on a stone and rolled in front of her. She bent down and tried to hold on to it, but her hand went right through. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm a Phantom now. . ." She titled her head to the side and fixed her face in confusion. "How did Ash turn corperal for a while? He concentrated, right?"

Marona concentrated on the Bottlemail. (Concentrate. . . Concentrate. . .) Her hand started to glow a bit. She picked up the Bottlemail and pulled out the cork. "I did it!" She squealed happily.

Unfortunately, she lost her concentration and the Bottlemail phased through her hands, falling to the ground. When it made contact, it broke and a large flash of light followed.

"Huh?"

A bolt of dark blue lightning struck the earth and began to take form. Something human-like. . . Marona thought she saw a little kid. When the smoke cleared, there was boy standing there, his long red cape furiously flapping behind him.

"-kof-, -kof- DAMN YOU ETNA!" The Demon Prince bellowed as his antenae-like hair stood up and his eyes glowed red. "When I find her, I'm gonna tear her apart!" Laharl said to himself, though Marona could still hear him.

"Um..." She sweatdropped.

Laharl stared at Marona. "Eh? Who the heck are you!" He then noticed her appearance and took as. . . "A human? MORE HUMANS IN MY NETHERWORLD?"

The Chroma blinked. "Um, excuse me? Could you tell me who are and where I am, exactly?"

"Eh? You don't know me? Fine! I am Laharl, Overlord and Supreme Ruler of the Netherworld. HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"N-netherworld! I didn't mean to end up here!" Marona shivered in fear. (What went wrong?)

(Hmm. . . ) "I sense a strange energy coming from you. A strong one. . . I think I'll make you my vassal." The Demon Prince smirked.

Marona's eyes were reduced to small white dots. She started to panic. "What! I don't want to be your vassal!"

Too bad our little Chroma didn't know that. . . Prince Laharl always gets what he wants, no matter what. Laharl smirked. "Too bad! Prepare for a life of servitude! HAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!"

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Next episode!

Flonne: I am Flonne, Guardian of Love! Protecter of Affections in the Netherworld! When a young girl named Marona is about to kill herself to reunite with her beloved Ash, can I stop her in time?

Marona: Not her too!

Laharl: Great, the Love Freak's prattling on about that "Love" crap again. . .

Ash: And I thought Marona was already dead.

Blu (She just appeared outta nowhere): None of Disgaea episode intros make sense, you know.

Flonne: And it turns out, the evil Laharl is the one making her do this, so he can take her soul and turn her into his bride!

Laharl & Marona: WHAT! HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT!

Etna: Wow, Prince. Maybe you are like your father after all.

Laharl: I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH SOME PUNY HUMAN!"

Flonne: Next time on Love Guardian FLonne, episode three: Love and life and the pursuit of justice!

Flonne: Let a little love in your heart!

Laharl: That's it! OVERLORD'S WRATH!

Everyone: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Blu: Tune in next time, kiddies! (Gets hit by Laharl) Ack!