Laharl ran as fast as he could to the source of the explosion. Upon the way, he caught up to Etna who was also running.

"What's happening?" Asked Etna.

"I don't know. I wasn't even able to sense anything coming." Replied Laharl as he started to speed up.

"Prince, wait!" Etna stammered as she was starting to fall behind.

"I've got no time. Someone is trying to destroy my castle, and I'm not about to let them get away with it!" yelled Laharl as he went farther and farther away from Etna.

Etna was a bit concerned about how the Prince was acting, but remembered where the source of the explosion came from; Flonne's room. She smiled a bit thinking that he was more concerned about Flonne than he was about the castle. Soon the Prince was no where in sight in Etna's view.

Laharl sped up as he neared Flonne's room…or what used to be her room. Everything in the room that represented joy and love in Flonne's room was gone. There wasn't even a room left.

The king looked around trying to see if anything of value was stolen, or at least that's what he kept telling himself. Suddenly, he heard screaming right above him. Up top at the castle's tower, he saw Flonne being held by her neck, a little bit of blood dripping from her mouth. She appeared to have lost conscious as her eyes appeared to be in a deep sleep. The one holding Flonne was covered in a dark, black hood, with his face completely covered.

"So, this little demon is the one huh?" the mysterious demon said to himself. "Hmph, not even worth my time…but." he drew his sword out as he started to get an evil grin. "It's worth the money." The demon was about to stab his sword through the angle's heart, when he sensed something coming right at him. He jumped just in time, dropping the angle in the process, as he barely averted the Overlord's Wrath attack Laharl had used.

Laharl quickly rushed to where Flonne was dropping, but stopped as he used his Cosmic Blade to narrowly block the incoming sword attack that almost hit him.

"Flonne!" Shouted Laharl as he was standing his ground to keep the demon from getting a second chance.

All of the sudden, a spear came flying out of nowhere, and shot right at Flonne. But, its real target was to hit her collar to keep her from falling to death.

Laharl looked at who threw the spear. It was Etna, panting hard from all the running she did.

"Sorry I'm late; some people didn't wait for me to see where they went!" She said in a not so happy mood.

"If I did, Flonne would be dead as it is, idiot!" replied Laharl.

"So, you two against me now?" the cloaked figure laughed.

"Oh don't worry, I got another spear with your name on it." Replied Etna.

"And I got a friend with your look on her!"

"Huh?" Etna looked at him puzzled. Suddenly, the cloaked figure shot his hand at the floor in front of where Etna was standing. The ground began to shake as a giant mirror came out. On the sides of it, there were complete black figures on the side with gargoyle heads on them. The mirror stopped rising as it reaches just enough so the glass reached the top of her head.

"What the hell is this thing suppose to be?"

"That would be a legendary Demon Mirror." Replied the dark assailant as he jumped back on the roof of the castle.

"It looks just like a stupid mirror to me." Said Laharl as he looked back. Suddenly, the mirror began to shake violently, and shattered into pieces. But in its place, stood another Etna, with a sinister smile on her face.

"What the…what the hell is this?!" Etna stammered as she was getting ready for whatever was next.

"Rather rare mirror, whatever looks into it, their reflection becomes their own enemy." Said the demon as he began to laugh.

"Shut up!" Laharl shouted as he was getting annoyed with the demon's laughing. "Who the hell are you anyway?!"

"Hmph." The demon removed his cloak to reveal his identity. He was a Majinn, one of the strongest warriors around, and one of the rarest to be seen. Majinns' took many years of sword training, starting out as warriors, before being able to become Majinns. It was quite rare, because most warriors didn't live long enough to become Majinns.

"My name is Seta. I'm a fighter for hire, and all I got to do is kill this puny angle."

Laharl started to grit his teeth as he began to get angry. "Don't you dare touch her!" He shouted as he was putting his hands together to prepare to launch another Overlord's Wrath. But, within seconds of starting to gather power, Seta vanished and reappeared instantly in front of Laharl. Laharl stared in silence, stunned at the mysterious figures speed. Before he could react, Seta punched him, right in the face, and sent the Overlord flying into a castle wall.

"Prince!" screamed Etna. She was about to run up towards the stranger, when her double started attacking her with a spear. Etna barely managed to block it as it came to her.

"And here I was hoping this might be more exciting than this. Oh well, mabey I'll come back after dropping off the angle's head!" Seta said as he turned to look at he fallen angle who was still hanging from a pole.

Suddenly, the felt the ground began to shake, with a strong source of it coming from the hole. As he looked, a huge ball of flame came rushing at him. He gasped in amazement as it was one of the largest sized Overlord's Wrath attacks he had ever seen, nearly twice the size of the hole he made when he punched Laharl, sending him flying through the wall.

Seta dodged as quickly as he could , avoiding the blast only by inches. He reappeared on the top of the castle, as he heard something coming from the castle. Etna stared too as she felt the quake from the attack.

Coming out of the hole was a strange demon, or they thought, before they realized it was Laharl. But he was different. Laharl's body was covered in complete darkness. Even his hair was black. On his body though, were strange marking that were blue, the only thing not covered in black. His eye sockets were pitch black as well, but his pupils were the color of a crimson fire.

"Don't you dare touch her!" Laharl shouted, but sounded more demonic than Etna had ever heard. She knew something was wrong about it.

"Hmph." Reacted Seta. He whistled to the doppelganger Etna. "Hey, lets go." The doppelganger nodded, and pushed Etna to the ground as she went to her master's side. "Perhaps I spoke to soon. I'd love to have a rematch sometime, in an open area, one on one." That was the last thing he said as he and the doppelganger suddenly disappeared.

Etna stared at Laharl as she got up. "Wow Prince, I'm impressed. I've never seen you fight like…" she was saying while walking towards him, before getting blown back from a single punch from Laharl. Etna coughed up blood as she was thrown on her back. She looked up as she saw that Laharl was coming near her.

"Wait Prince! It's me Etna! Prince!" she shouted as she started backing up while on the floor, before stopping when her back hit a wall. The demon just kept walking closer and closer to Etna, pulling out his cosmic blade. "Prince!" she shouted one last time before covering her head with her arms, terrified from Laharl.

Laharl stared as he raised his sword. Then, all of the sudden, his eyes went back to normal, staring at Etna with his normal red colored eyes. "Etna…" he said softly as his body changed back to normal. He collapsed as soon as he dropped his sword.

Flonne was starting to wake up. She yawned loudly. "Where am I?" She opened her eyes as she saw she was a few inches from the ground, hanging from a pole to her collar. She removed the spear, as she gasped at wreckage from the intense battle. She saw Etna, kneeling, staring at Laharl with much shock.

"Etna!" shouted Flonne.

"Flonne! Your awake!" said Etna as she got up.

"What happened to Laharl?"

"I…don't know."