An: What If Disgaea 2 happened on the same world and after La Pucelle: Ragnarock (At least the normal ending)? BTW I might need a refresher course about
some La Pucelle canon, but I'll try to keep this as close to canon that I am aware of. But then again, this is fan fiction so I can do whatever I want anyway.
Prolog
It was the same dream Prier had after Croix's death. She was back in her old body, fighting off the form she had become. She didn't know why it was like this,
but she saw the result, if she lost she would go on a homicidal rampage, and if she won she got control of her body, and tried to help her Netherworld. "Just
given in," Prier's double said. "If you weren't so stubborn you'd never have to struggle again, let the darkness sweep you away." It spoke in a soft and
smoothing voice. "N-never! I won't let you! I'd rather die fighting you!" Prier growled. "Your friends abandoned you here in the dark world; your own brother
has left you here to rot. Croix is dead, and he isn't coming back. All you need to do in let me over take you."
At the mention of Croix, Prier attacked, with her baton, and upper-cutted the double in the air. "Don't you dare mention his name!" She yelled. Suddenly the
double disappeared, a sign that Prier was awaking. "You win, but I am wearing you down. The darkness shall always be with you." That was the typical
response for Prier's victories. She awoke up in her room.
It was a large room, white walls with gold trimmings made the room look like the inside of a church, which was intentional. Other than that, there was only her
bed and draws that held clothes that even Father Slade would have said were to reveling. There was a knock on her door, taking off the sheets and opened
the door.
Crevies, one of her man servants was bowing to her; he was a male archer, dressed in pure black versions of their typical attire. "I see your awake, my lady,"
he said as he rose. "Did you 'sleep well'?" Prier sighed. "Yes, but I just barely won that time." "By the way, I know this problem of yours is important, but you
still have your Netherworld to run." Crevies said as he took out a clip board. "What would you like to do first, my lady?"
Prier sighed. "Look, just take care of them for okay, I want to think some things over" "But of course, Call if you need anything." Crevies wrote something down
on the note book and went down to the Dark Assembly. However, someone stood in the way, it was a large muscular monster with large wings and a ram's
head, and it spoke in a deep rumbling voice. "Well, if it isn't the peacemaker." It growled.
"Meils, what do you want? I need to make Overlord Prier's request to the assembly." Crevies said, ignoring the monster's insult. "Yes, your assembly, we're the
rights of demons are crushed for your so-called order!" Meils held Crevies to his head. "I made Prier Overlord, envisioning the chaos that her reign would
produce, but instead she tries so desperately to hold on to her humanity! And you, you helped her make this netherworld into a shell of it's former self!"
Crevies adjusted his glasses calmly. "I am the Overlord's vassal and shall do as she commands, and as your superior, you should be the same."
Meils dropped Crevies onto the floor. "Fool!" was all that he said as he went away. Crevies brushed the dirt for of his shirt "He got dirt of my suit, such a
terrible display." And he went about his business in the Dark Assembly.
AN: Well I hope that was a good first chapter, give me some Constructive reviews; I want to make this story as good as possible. If you have any questions, I
try and sort them out through An. 'til next time!