LC: Have you ever wondered what exactly happens to a Prinny after it explodes? Do they revive later? Are they reborn into a different body? Are their wicked souls recycled?
....I feel kind of bad for them actually (only not really), after having had tossed them around so much.
Explosions are fun though, so I don't think I'll stop any time soon.
I initially didn't plan to do another chapter. The original story was just a one-shot thing I had floating in my head. Now that I look back at it, however, I figured a lot of people would be pissed with such an unconclusive ending, so I decided to extend it by about two more chapters maybe.
Your reviews were a big factor in this, thanks.
As said before, Laharl only views his engagement as a purely 'political' thing as he put, so he wasn't prepared to make it into a major event.....Too bad his new wives have a different view on the matter. This chapter deals with the preperations for the wedding, as well as Flonne and Etna's clashing view on how it should be. I tried to add some mre of that N1 humor that was missing from the first chapter this time around.
I hope you enjoy.
~LC
Laharl watched with a detached interest from his throne as Prinnies scurried here and there, hurrying to carry out some task. A piece of grilled Manticore was in his hands, several large bite marks littering it, showing that the Overlord was currently in the middle of lunch. As he took another bite, he couldn't help but wonder what all the commotion was about. The entire castle had been a flurry of hurrying Prinnies and vassals ever since early that morning. Having not have heard about anything specific happening, however, the young demon merely passed it off as people going about with some dumb task or the other.
"Hmmm..." He mused to himself while tearing off another large chunk of meat with his teeth and chewing fiercely. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen Flonne or Etna all day, and that more than often meant they were up to something. Speaking of those two, ever since he had "proposed" a few days ago, they had been relatively quiet, a rare sight for the two females. He had yet to make the engagement public, figuring he could send out a newsletter or something later. Still young and foolish, the Overlord had no idea how such things worked, so his simple solution was the best idea to him now.
"Oh well, as long as they aren't bothering me." Laharl stated to no one in particular as he tore into his meal again, satisfied by the slightly burnt flavor. Finishing it off, he tossed the leftover bone over his shoulder, knowing someone would come clean it up later. He was in the process of standing up when a Prinny waddled over to him, arms (or flippers...he didn't know which would be more suitable) overflowing with various clothes of different colors.
"Greetings King Laharl, dood." The Prinny called out in that goofy manner of theirs. Somehow, adding the 'dood' at the end seemed to negate the formality of the king title, but wasn't much Laharl could so about that.
"Yeah, what is it?" He questioned the hapless penguin. For some reason, whenever he asked someone something, it came out as if he were interrogating them. Oh well, people would just have to get used to it, he wasn't about to go out of his way to sound gentle.
Shifting the clothes in his arms/flippers, the Prinny brought up to large sheets, one black and one white. "I didn't know which color to go with, dood." The Prinny said while shaking one, then the other, looking to Laharl with those blank eyes of theirs.
Caught a bit off guard by the strange question, Laharl raised one brow before motioning to the black cloth without hesitation. "Black, of course. What kind of demon shrouds something in pure white." He gave his verdict, but the Prinny didn't seem to be satisfied.
"That's the one Lady Etna suggested, dood. But Lady Flonne insisted the white one would be better. I'm seriously confused here, dood.
This only further aroused the Overlord's curiosity. Why did Etna and Flonne need so many clothes. More importantly, why was the Prinny referring to them as "Lady"?
"What exactly is this for....?" Laharl began, a sinking feeling in his stomach as he asked. Something wasn't right.
The Prinny, if their faces could show much emotion, looked back at Laharl in just as much confusion.
"Why, for the wedding of course, dood. I need to know what to drape the tables with." It responded, oblivious to the outburst that was coming next.
Outside, a Scout and Warrior were making their way past the throne room when a terrible voice erupted from within, almost shaking the walls.
"FOR THE WHAT?! I NEVER APPROVED OF THIS!"
Before either one had a chance to get out of the way, the huge door burst open, slamming them into the wall and effectively taking off a large chunk of their HP. The Scout was able to retain conscious just long enough to see Laharl bolting down the hall, a protesting Prinny bripped firmly in one hand and being dragged behind the speeding Overlord.
"What the hell do they think they're doing!" Laharl yelled out to himself, eyes ablaze as he skidded around a corner, the helpless Prinny he had seized in his rage slamming against the wall.
"DOOD! Don't take it out on the messenger!"
The Prinny's pleas fell upon deaf ears.
"Just wait until I get my hands on them! I was a moron to consider either one of them!" The Overlord continued to rage as he turned another corner, eyes desperately searching for either of the two females so he could give them a piece of his mind.
"Okay, now hang those up between the two pillars." A certain Fallen Angel instructed two Prinnies, who then quickly hurried off to hang up a lavish, white drape at they specified place. They were in the assembly hall of the castle, the place where the citizens of the Netherworld would gather whenever the Overlord had an important announcement.
Happily stepping over to another group of workers, Flonne gave them directions on where to set up some chairs.
"We're going to need to make some more room for the benches, but if we put these it should clear up some space. Don't forget, we need to have tables set aside for the flowers when they get here, and then we ca-Oh, Laharl, hi!"
Flonne looked up cheerfully as a certain blue-haired demon came bolting around the corner, a wide smile on her face. It was replaced by a look of shock, however, as the Overlord yet out a wail.
"What is all this!! What do you think-WAAAH!" Too focused in his anger, Laharl failed to see the numerous chairs that were scattered around the hall and crashed into, flipping head over heels. In a desperate attempt to stop himself, he snatched out at the newly hung drape, but only succeeded in ripping it down, along with with the two Prinnies that didn't have a chance to make it down yet. There was a tangle of limbs as the Overlord got wrapped up in the drape, made no better by the fact the demonic penguins had also been caught up with him.
"Ah, Laharl! We had just gotten that in the right place too!" Flonne pouted as she hurried over to the bundled mass on the ground.
"Who gives a damn about that! Get this thing off of me!" The Overlord yelled back as he struggled to free himself. The more he tried, the more he seemed to get tangled. Finally, after losing his patience (which was never really there to begin with), Laharl let out a ferocious roar before grabbing the Prinny nearest to him.
"Dood, wait, what're you...DOOOOOOD!" The Prinny realized too late what was about to happen, and before it could react, Laharl's fist slammed into its plushy stomach. The effect was immediate, the large impact causing the Prinny to burst into an explosion, effectively burning the drape and freeing Laharl in the process.
"No....I had to special order that.....no shops carried that color..."
Standing up and brushing himself off, Laharl turned to the source of the complaint.
"To hell with that! What do you think you're doing?!" Laharl bellowed, visibly fuming as he gestured torwards all of the decorations that had been put up around the hall.
His anger was only met with a smile from Flonne as she clasped her hands together the way she usually did when she got passionate about something.
"Aren't they wonderful?" Flonne practically cooed even though Laharl's expression clearly had the word "NO!" written on it.
"They're an eyesore. What do you need this stuff for anyway? I never agreed to a wedding!" Laharl stomped, one fist raised as if he were about to go on a frenzy and start ripping things down. Knowing him, that probably wasn't far from the truth.
"But Laharl, is we are indeed getting married, it makes sense to have a wedding. You have to." Flonne tried to reason, truly not understanding what Laharl was so upset about it. This whole wife business had been his idea in the first place.
The logic of Flonne's words weren't lost to the Overlord, but his stubbornness would not allow him to reason.
"Hell no! What would the Overlord look like having a wedding? If I say I have a wife that's confirmation enough!" He responded, eyes closed but full of pride. Legality, making it official, such trivial things were below him. If someone were going to protest the validity of it, he'd simply crush them. That's what the strong did.
"So I demand all these things are taking down now. Do you underst-HEY!" It was only then that Laharl realized he had been talking to his self. Further down the hall Flonne had went to greet what looked like a delivery Prinny....an entire group of them actually, all carrying....bundles upon bundles of white flowers.
Dashing over to her, Laharl skidded to a stop as the Prinnies began to carry the flowers into the room.
"What's all this now?" Laharl asked through gritted teeth, brow twitching as the flowers were placed around the room. Already he could envision the people laughing at him. Hah, the mighty Overlord, having his hall decorated with flowers! How cute! Reaching down to pick up a stray one that had fallen down, Laharl had to resist the urge to light everything aflame.
"Aren't they beautiful?" Flonne smiled while turning around. The sparkle in her eyes genuine as she watched them being placed. It had been a long time since she saw flowers this rich and vibrant.
Turning the flower over in his hand, another question entered Laharl's mind.
"Hey....where'd you get all this?" He asked. The Netherworld didn't carry such "pure" things, they have to had come from somewhere else.
Eyes still sparkling, Flonne responded in that dreamy voice of hers. "I had to special order them from Celestia." She answered, not seeing Laharl's eyes widen in shock.
"Special....order..." Laharl repeated, that sinking feeling in his stomach again. Stuff like that was expensive. Very, very expensive.
"Where did you get the HL....?" He asked slowly, mind already rejecting the answer he was expecting.
"Oh, since it's our wedding, I thought it'd be ok to borrow from your Overlord fund."
The simple answer set off an even bigger outburst than before.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?"
This time the walls actually did shake, and several of the workers froze in their tracks, terrified by the sudden evil energy that was now flowing around the room.
"Umm...what that a problem?" Flonne asked, a nervous smile on her face. She had just figured that if Laharl made her his wife than, well, she'd have access to the fund as well.
"That was my private fund! I was saving up!" The harsh response came, though the anger seemed to be directed at everything in general and not just her. Flonne was half tempted to ask what exactly he was saving up for, but before she could, another look of horror crossed Laharl's face.
"Wait....if you're here doing all of this stuff, then that means Etna is..." He trailed off.
"Etna? I haven't seen her all morning. She said she had some stuff to take care of." Flonne piped up, head tilted.
That was enough for Laharl. Even though Flonne had dipped into his fund, he knew she was at least sincere enough to try and not take too much. If Etna was doing the same thing though, he'd be bankrupt before the day was over.
"Here! Take your stupid flower!" Laharl said, thrusting the plant he was still holding torwards Flonne, who accepted it with wide eyes. Before she could give any thanks, the Overlord had ran off again, walls shaking as he cried out Etna's name.
Looking down at the lovely white flower that had been handed to her, Flonne could only stare for a few seconds. Then, with a satisfied smile, she clasped it to her chest and closed her eyes before turning around to go instruct the workers again.
Out of breath from running around the entire castle at least five times, Laharl panted as he leaned against the wall. He couldn't find Etna anywhere, and that worried him to no end. Already he could see the HL in his fund dropping away like sand in an hourglass.
"Where.....the hell....is she!" Laharl panted out, getting ready to start his search again.
"Where's who?"
The voice came from behind him, and the Overlord couldn't help but jump in alarm. Dashing forward slightly, he twisted around to see who had gotten the jump on him.
There stood Etna, face puzzled at his strange reaction.
"Something wrong, Prince?"
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" He shouted back, to angry to notice that she was still calling him Prince.
"Oh, here and there." The redhead responsed casually, waving one hand.
Laharl was suspicious. She didn't seem to have anything with her, and throughout the castle, he hadn't found anything similar to what Flonne was doing.
"What have you been doing all day?" He asked, arms folded as he stared back at her.
"Oh, y'know, stuff."
Not satisfied with the answer, Laharl pried even more.
"Stuff? What kind of stuff? You haven't been decorating like that Love Freak, have you?" He shot back, getting straight to the root of his worries.
"Me? No. I decided to leave that to Flonne....she seemed so excited to do it." Etna replied with a smile.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Laharl closed his eyes. That was one less thing to worry about.
It that was all all taken care of, then now the only thing left was for him to convince Flonne to take the rest of that junk down. He was about to turn around and leave, when Etna's voice caught his attention.
"Alright boys, bring it in!" She was motioning torwards the door, and a second later, Laharl saw why.
Jaw dropping, he watched in horror as several dozen Prinnies pulled in a gigantic statue of.....Etna. Made from black onyx, it was an exact replica of the red-haired demon, spear help in a triumphant manner as the etched face grinned cheekily down at him.
"What.....what is that...." The words escaped Laharl's mouth, but his whole body felt numb.
Turning to face him, Etna still had that cheeky grin of her spread across her face, mirroring the statue.
"Oh well, since I'm going to be Queen I thought it was only appropriate to have a tribute of myself made. I let Flonne handle to decorations, but I'm sure she won't mind if I set this up in the entrance hall."
If her words reached him, it was difficult to tell. Laharl merely stood there, still in disbelief as the Prinnies pulled the statue past him, lead by Etna.
"Oh, by the way, Prince." Etna shouted down the hallway. "I used your private fund to pay for this, hope you don't mind!" She called out before ducking around the corner and vanishing.
Laharl's cries of aungish for his lost HL could be heard throughout the Netherworld.