Night Two
Showtime
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Time: XX:XX
Location: Netherworld,
Overlord's castle,
Throne Room
Months had passed in the Overlord's castle…
"DAMN IT! WHERE'S MY FOOD!"
…and apparently Laharl was just now noticing that a few of his vassals had disappeared. As if the dirty laundry that was hung over the statues and slung onto the floor, the dust that seemed to pile up over the walls and furniture, or even the fact that the big holes in the walls that the young looking overlord had caused in his fits of hunger, wasn't enough to tell him something was up.
Tapping the rest of his throne with great force, causing cracks to web into the wood of the seat, a powerful flame like aura erupted from Laharl's body, "PRINNIES! GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE THIS MOMENT!"
A few seconds passed, when finally three blue penguin-like creatures stumbled into the room, tripping over their peg legs falling atop of each other. After getting to their pegs, the Prinnies ran in front of the enraged overlord. "What can we do for you, dood?"
"I'm hungry…where's that useless chef?" Laharl growled, not bothering to remember the samurai chef's name. "I'd eat his stupid fried rice than eat another meal from Taco Hell…"
"W-Well, dood," one of the Prinnies coughed, since the other two were backing away from the angry overlord. "Mu-Musashi disappeared three months ago…didn't you notice, dood?"
"Hmm? Disappeared?" Laharl questioned raising an eyebrow up, but that's when the small overlord just relaxed in his seat, the aura dying down into his long flowing . "…I guess that's good. One less minimum waged vassal to pay, besides, his cooking wasn't that great."
"So, what are we going to do about food, dood?" The second Prinny asked raising its wing up.
"I'll just get you Prinnies to cook," Laharl cackled with a lick to his lips, remembering the last meal that the Prinnies had made him a few months ago.
"Hate to break it to ya, dood," The third Prinny gulped, not wanting to get back on the Overlord's bad side…not that it wasn't hard to do mind you. "But, Master Etna took all the Prinnies who could cook with her on her vacation, dood."
"Damn it Etna!" The entire castle shook with some of the windows in the throne room shattering in the process.
Slumping back into his throne, Laharl grabbed his rather empty stomach and growled, "Damn it…I'd even settle for Flonne's cooking…"
Wait for it…
"ARGH! THE HUNGER'S STARTING TO EAT AT MY SANITY!" Laharl screamed into the air, pulling on his hair antennae.
"I didn't think the Overlord had any sanity left, dood," One the Prinnies whispered to another.
"What was that?!?" Laharl snarled, his red eyes glaring directly into the Prinnies' souls.
"Uh! N-Nothing dood!" All Prinnies shouted with sweat beating down.
"Damn it…" Laharl growled, the aura dying down around him. "I don't care who…I don't care what…just get me something to eat!"
"How about a dish that's best served cold?"
This actually caught Laharl's attention as well all of the Prinnies…getting them to look towards the doors to the throne room, both which were slammed open by a powerful force…and standing in the now open door was a cloaked figure, with two large bandaged carryon items on his back. "I assume you know what is best served cold…"
"And who the heck are you supposed to be?" Laharl chuckled cracking his neck, perhaps this was another hero that had some beef with Laharl (heck, most of the wanna-be heroes usually did proclaim revenge against him). "Halloween was a few weeks ago…"
"As was when I took my leave," the cloaked person stated taking a few steps forward, the cloak starting to fall off his body to reveal his purple samurai clothing and his black pointed hair. "But unlike Halloween, I'm a not a pain in the jaw…I'm a pain in your ass!"
"Yeesh, this guy's trying so hard to be cool," Laharl sweatdropped rolling his eyes.
"Master Laharl dood!" The Prinnies shouted flapping their wings in the air. "That's Musashi sir!"
"Hmmm?" Laharl questioned looking at Musashi for a few seconds before he turned back to the Prinnies with a bland look on his face. "…Who's Musashi?"
Everyone in the throne room other than Laharl fell face first into the ground, rocking the entire room thanks to the shockwave. Musashi was the first one to stand up, a large blood vessel popping on the side of his head. "Damn it, you! I'm Musashi! The guy who was your damn chef! The guy who kept making you your fried rice! The guy who hated not only your guts, but his own when he was forced to watch his food be thrown to the floor each and every time…And don't think that's it!"
…yeah, this is going to get a little long winded, so get away from your computer for a minute, grab a soda or a snack and when you get back…
"HEY! Narrator! Don't interrupt my speech!" Musashi snarled roaring into the air.
Well…someone's in a bad mood…
"Hey, are you done arguing with the dumb narrator?" Laharl asked raising an eyebrow, trying to find the invisible entity. "Not that I don't mind him stopping that damn speech…but why the heck are you here and not in the kitchen making up some of that tasteless crap you call food?"
"Grr…I'm here to kick your ass!" Musashi shouted throwing a finger towards Laharl.
…
"HA! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Laharl laughed loudly with his fang like teeth appearing as he threw his head back. "Don't make me laugh! What makes you think you can win? The last time we fought…"
Musashi merely drew the two carry on items from his back, the bandages slowly unwrapping as he stepped forward, picking up speed. "…last time we fought…"
That's when Musashi disappeared right before the Demon Overlord's eyes, getting Laharl's attention. And immediately Laharl drew his sword from the long scarf he had around his neck, turning around just in time to…
CLANG!
Flames and gusts of wind rocked through the throne room, sending all of the Prinnies screaming into the walls…leaving large cracks in wall from their crashes.
However, Laharl was more concerned with the weapons that Musashi held…key word there being weapons! For some odd reason, this sad chef of a samurai was wielding two similar swords, their curved blades large and sharply plated with long handles that ended in a pair of ornaments that resembled that of small heads…
…the only real difference between the two swords were the colors, the one in Musashi's left hand was a bright blue-green and the other was red.
BAM!
Taking advantage of Laharl's observation (which was rare), Musashi kicked the overlord in the stomach, sending the small overlord skidding backwards. Albeit it was only three feet, but it was still enough for Musashi to charge again, this time spinning around with both swords glowing a fiery red and a greenish glow.
'What the heck?!' Laharl thought to himself, bringing his sword up to block the oncoming slashes that his opponent kept firing at him. 'I'm defending…against my chef!? There' no way he could've become this strong within a few…'
Laharl didn't get to finish that sentence, mainly because Musashi leapt backwards, his two swords being pulled back. This was Laharl's chance to go on the offensive…
…but before he could even take a step forward, a large silver scythe slashed down in front of him, nearly clipping his nose. And as he jumped backwards, three more scythes leapt from no where about to slice him into pieces.
However, thanks to wings (which were easily convertible into his scarf), Laharl managed to dodge the slices at the last second. Floating above his throne room, he saw the mysterious attackers that he would assume were with Musashi…
Grim-reaper wanna-be demons would be the best term for the four monsters, their skeletal bodies walking in a pained position while covered with tattered and black cloaks. Even their faces were skeletal, with large red eyes that seemed to search for anything that was moving…and even more were entering into the throne room thanks to the dark portals that were appearing around the throne room.
"What the heck?" Laharl questioned, taking note that Musashi was just standing at the throne watching as the Grim-Reaper like demons were rounding up the wounded Prinnies. "What the heck are these things ya lame-excuse for a cook!?"
A large blood vessel appeared on the side of Musashi's head as he raised his swords up towards Laharl and sighed loudly, "I don't think that really matters…and in a few minutes, you won't matter…"
"Brother! Was that a sigh?"
"Indeed…a sigh is when…"
Musashi spun the blades in his hands, so that the face ornaments were looking right at him, "What did I say about talking, you two!?!" And with a loud clank, Musashi banged the two ornaments together before he began to run forward with a great leap. "And don't think I forgot about you…Laharl!"
"A mere vassal dares to call me by my first name?!" Laharl roared, a powerful ring of light appearing around his bracelet. As he threw his fist forward, the ring of light flew directly towards Musashi who was in mid-air with his eyes widening…
SHINK!
Until several red blades of energy connected with the ring of light, forcing it to crash into one of the walls, making it explode in a powerful fit of dust, debris and smoke. With this, Musashi continued towards Laharl, connecting the two blades together to spin them over his head, "Take this!"
Before Laharl could react, a powerful twister with flames dancing it in, erupted from the two spinning blades in Musashi's hands. The twister engulfed Laharl, spiraling him into the ground with a loud crash, sending flames and pieces of the now broken floor flying through out the room.
As the flames and smoke fell to the ground, Laharl stood where the attack had crashed, although he was still standing, his sword was in the ground, propping him up, and his body now scuffed up a little bit. 'What the heck is going on here? Why am I, the Great Overlord Laharl, being slammed by this third-rate cook!?'
Musashi landed on the ground, a good ten feet from Laharl, a pissed off look on his face as he stabbed the two swords into the ground and looked around, "Renka! Where the hell are you!? I thought I told you to not to interfere!"
"My apologies Musashi…" Renka chuckled appearing out of no where behind Musashi, scaring the much stronger samurai. "But you know what Master B - -- - - said, the groups are supposed to work together…"
"I could give a rat's ass about Master B - - - - -!" Musashi growled pulling the two swords from the ground with a much more demonic look on his face. "I'm taking down this midget of a pain in the ass!"
'…midget?' Laharl thought in his head as a blood vessel appeared on his head.
…alright, we're not going to do the whole 'Short guy getting mad over being called short', that's been done to death in Full Metal Alchemist…and again in this author's fictions…
Of course, no one was paying attention to the rants of the narrator (hardly anyone does), especially Laharl who drew his sword from the ground, hoping to take advantage of the two treacherous vassals arguing before him, "Die!"
Without even looking, Renka snapped his fingers…his cape fluttering upwards to show that there was a metal attachment on his back with two long metal curved poles. Both of the scythe-like poles snapped up, sending several red beams shaped like swords flying at Laharl, stabbing the Overlord in his arms, legs and chest…making the Overlord stop and drop his sword. 'W-What the?!?'
"…game over…" Renka chuckled with a snap of his fingers.
The red aura beams erupted into several explosions that rocked Laharl's body, sending him flying backwards with blood spurting out from the wounds caused by the fiery swords. And as he skidded to a stop on the ground, his back on it, Laharl tried to get up…however, the grim-reaper like accomplices sliced their scythes over Laharl's body, pinning him down. "Damn it!"
"Well, well, well…" Musashi cackled walking over to Laharl to stand over the defeated overlord. "Lookie what we got here…nothing like tasting a little dirt for an added spice now, wouldn't you agree…" That's when Musashi stomped his foot into Laharl's face. "Ya little runt?!"
"You b-bastard!" Laharl managed to spurt out before Musashi rubbed his foot into the Overlord's face a little bit more.
"Musashi, that's enough," Renka sighed with his cloak flowing back over his body, hiding his weapon. "Remember…Master B - - - - - wanted us to make sure that the little overlord can't get back here…"
For some reason, Laharl's energy slowly began to deplete…his eyes starting to close…damn hunger was starting to get to him…
"…fine," Musashi growled reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small black orb that he tossed a few times into the air. "Consider it your lucky day…punk…today you get to live…but the next time we meet…I'll kill you…"
There was something…something black that appeared over Laharl, and the last thing he remembered was when the skeletal demons pulling back their scythes and lifting him up…
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Damn it! Don't do a cliffhanger now!!
(No one listens to the narrator)