Of Beauty Queens and Overlords

~~~~~~Part 1~~~~~~


‘Man, can this get any more awkward?’ thought Etna, former vassal of the annoying Overlord Laharl -in her opinion anyway-, demon lord extraordinaire and self claimed Beauty Queen. Hey! She had paid some good money to get that title hacked so don’t you look like that!

After she had helped Adell and the others defeat Zenon she decided that it was finally time to talk about that petty grudge she and the prince had for over three years now. So she decided to contact him and talk with him.

Well it didn’t turn out quiet that way as they accidentally summoned him. It seemed that it was at a very bad time since he complained about “watching his favorite show” and that they should “summon some other damn overlord to be the last boss”. He ranted for good five minutes before finally noticed who actually had summoned him and a smirk crossed his face recognizing that it was them. But before he could start his trademark laugh Etna had grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him along to the village’s outskirt.

It had been an hour since then and the sun was already setting.

They sat in silence, their backs turned towards each other as they sat on a pair of rocks. The only sound that could be heard was Laharl drinking through the straw of the juice packages that Taro had brought them, after being threatened by Hanako of course.

“So...” Etna said finally breaking the silence between them. “How’s Flonne doing?”

Laharl said nothing continuing to drink as if he didn’t hear her. A vain of her forehead started to pulsate and she was about to take out her spear when suddenly his lips let go of the straw and he spoke: “How is she supposed to be doing, she still the annoying love freak.”

She turned towards him and was surprised to see him looking at her. A small smirk appeared on her lips.
“Same Flonne as ever” she said. Another moment of silence passed.

Their eyes met and suddenly pictures of a certain night three years ago-one week before she left to be precisely- and she felt a jolt of...something...run through her. He must have felt it too since they both turned away from each other at the same time.

Etna felt her cheeks growing warm all of a sudden and she found herself remembering this one night that had changed everything.


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“Hurry up and fan faster!” complained Etna to the new ventilation system (from Rosen Queen of course) as she lay on her bed. They had said in the news that it would be the hottest night in the netherworld since 1000 years but damn! She didn’t think it would be that bad.

Her whole skin was gleaming with sweat and her hair- which she had take out of hair trademark pigtails- was matted against her head

“Argh!” Etna rose from her bed and stomped towards the door. “Where are those damn Prinnies when you need them!?”

She searched the whole castle after them and after awhile spotted them sitting with most of the other vassal in Flonne’s room. Apparently the fallen Angel used the fact that nobody could sleep at this heat for a late night lesson in Love. Etna felt almost, ALMOST bad for the lot of them as she saw one of the Samurai women asked a Kunoichi if she would be so kind to help her commit seppuku, the Gunner beside them, without coat and hat I might add, had an even crazier grin on his face than usual while putting bullets into his revolver and the female fighter was trying to hit herself unconscious on the wall. But it seemed that Flonne had at least one supporter in there. A Majin...a Majin who wore a pink bow in his hair.

The demon girl smirked as she saw smoke coming of every prinnies opening the prinnies had. At least those got what they deserved. Damn slackers!

Closing the door before Flonne could see her and include her in the lesson she made her way towards the throne room. “Let see what the prince is doing. Maybe I can mess a lil’ bit with him. Hehehe”

When she arrived in the throne room it was strangely absent of young Overlord.

“Hmm where could he be?” she wondered aloud. When he wasn’t in the throne room -watching TV and what not- he was usually either training down in the training halls, in the assembly getting one of his ridiculous wished granted or jumped dimensions. Option one was a no go since she was there already, option 2 even more unlikely since the assembly didn’t work at night and it was unlikely that he would butt heads with this Overlord Zetta –the self exclaimed “Bad-ass freakin’ Overlord”- or Overlord Prier. But then again she wouldn’t put it past either of them.

Running one of her gloved hands through her hair she walked towards the door which leads to his room. Opening it a little bit she was met by a gush of warm air smelling of sweat. Apparently Laharl didn’t come to the conclusion that he maybe should have opened the windows. Opening it completely she was met with the gaze of her prince, his red eyes glowing in the darkness of the room.

“What do you want, Etna?” he asked, clearly annoyed. He was sitting in his coffin, sweating just as much as she was and he had shed his trademark scarf and boots and the small wings on his back were now visible.

Etna didn’t know but for the first time she looked at him and that is REALLY looked at him. Sure he was a brat most of the time but she thought, not that she would ever confess it even under the greatest torture, that he was a little bit cute when he was flustered.

But now with his body covered in sweat and his hair disheveled he looked strangely handsome to her and the scent of him in the air made her think of things about that she wouldn’t have been caught dead having and-

‘WAIT! Am I checking him out!?’ she thought and now noticed that he too looked her over and probably didn’t even realize it. That thought alone aroused her.

Her gaze traveled down to his pants and her eyes widened a little when she saw the bulge between his legs.

They may do not look like adults and wouldn’t for at least a few hundred to thousand years but their bodies were mature enough to know what they wanted. And what demon wanted they usually would get.

Walking into the room she closed the door behind herself. In an instant she was pressed against it and hot lips met her own. Answering immediately she opened her lips to him and let his tongue enter daring her own to a fight. Her arms found their way around his neck and she pressed him her, his chest pressing against her petite breasts. Their tongues danced around each other sometimes clashing with each other but quickly withdrawing to see what their “opponent” would do next.

She gasped when he pressed against her pelvis and rubbed herself against him to feel even more. Their lips parted and red eyes that were glazed over by lust met each other. Laharl lost no time and attacked her neck with a combination of kisses and small bites as he pulled her towards his coffin.

Coming to a stop Etna forced herself to pull away from him and -without even noticing his slightly confused look- pulled of her clothes. Laharl now seemed to get it and pulled of his pants.

Licking her lips Etna noted that her prince wasn’t small where it counted and pushed him into his coffin. She would “play” with it later, now she just wanted him inside her.

Straddling him she grabbed his member and pushed him deep inside her letting out a throaty moan. She could hear Laharl gasp as she started to move her hips up and down impaling herself on him.

His hands found their way onto her waist and started to thrust upward in synch with her own movements. Her tail trashed around as every thrust brought her even more pleasure, it felt unbelievingly good! The demon girl leaned down and licked along Laharl’s lips before nibbling on it a bit.

Suddenly the grip on her intensified and she found herself on her back in one swift movement, a smirking Laharl over grabbing her hand and pulled them above her head. And he stopped moving!

She smiled playfully writhing seductively under him as she licked her lips. “Come on prince... show me what ya got!” but her answer was just him pulling out of her a bit and smirking even more.

“What was that?” he asked. Etna hissed at his movement and closed her eyes, baring her teeth. He pulled out again for a bit causing little shocks of pleasure to run down her spine but nothing satisfying.

“Fuck me, you damn bastard!” she swore and shivered, looking at him through half lidded eyes. He leaned down towards her ear.

“What was that?” he whispered before nibbling on the pointed end of her ear. A gasp escaped Etna as she felt only the head of his cock inside her and the burning desire inside that got even fueled by his words and doing. And she loved it what he did!

“Please...fuck me...Overlord Laharl fuck me!” she could feel him smirk against her ear and muttering a “That’s more like it” before pushing deep inside her. Her legs circled around him as he fucked her.

With every thrust that came she would try to utter words like “Yes!” and “More!” but only moans and gasp would come out of her throat. Gaining on speed she knew that he wouldn’t last any longer and pressed him to herself wanting to feel him even more.

“I...ah mhm...I-“was all she managed to get out as she felt Laharl bite the side of her neck, drawing a little bit of blood. This mixture of pleasure and pain pushed her over the edge. A loud -nearly scream like- moan echoed through the room as her orgasm washed over her.

Her toes curled as she felt herself constrict around him and a low moan escaped his throat as he spilled his seed into her. Both of them tensed up for a few seconds before growing limp and let themselves sink deeper into the coffin’s cushion.

Etna pulled her arms from his weakened grip and circled his back, stroking it and enjoying the feeling of him on her.


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It shouldn’t have meant anything. They were demons and demons did those kinds of things out of a whim.
But deep inside her it HAD meant something to her and was hurt that he didn’t approach her on it the next day but then again neither did she.

This grew into a huge tension between them and then the petty pudding-stealing incident happened between them and somehow the frustration of it all came into play and caused her to part ways with him and taking the Prinnies with her. Sure Pudding WAS a rare dessert at the Sea of Gehenna but it probably would have been like any other fight they had if not for what happened that night.

Looking back at it three years after, they acted like children but that was just who they were.

“Flonne misses you, you know. She would be happy to have you back” he said before going back to drink the juice. Etna looked at him over her shoulder and could see the slight blush on his face. Her cheeks again turned a little red at that as she heard the hidden message in it.

‘Yeah, you may be a brat most of the time and damn frustrating...but I miss you too’ she thought. She stood up and walked a bit along the way so that she was illuminated by the sunset.
“You guys would be lost without me, so well I might a well come back to one day take over your throne” she said offhandedly.

She didn’t need to look at him to know that Laharl was smirking.
“Not in one million years” he stood up. “So now be a good vassal and get the Prinnies!”

Etna tensed –her tail even stood up- and turned towards Laharl while laughing nervously.
“Uh you see that is actually a funny story” she said a sweat drop running down the side of her head.

He looked at her quietly before getting the idea.
“So they’ve gotten themselves killed huh?” or maybe not quiet. “Well then I just have to take your minions as my new vassal”

With that Laharl turned around and walked towards the village.

“Here he goes again, that won’t end well” she said shaking her head. She then crossed the arm in front of her chest and smiled slightly.

“But he wouldn’t be the prince without it”

As she looked after him she felt that feeling from three years ago and realized that Laharl indeed did mean something to her.

“ARGH! That totally Flonne’s fault and her stupid talk about love” she muttered. Suddenly the sound of explosions could be heard from Holt and the laugh of her prince echoed towards her followed by a wail that sounded slightly French.

“Aww crap”

And with that said she ran for the village to stop the drama that would unfold before shit really hit the fan. “Prince...you IDIOT!!!”


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First part of the story complete.

So as to clarify a few things for those who haven’t played other games from Nippon Ichi.
In Disgaea 2 and Makai Kingdom it’s pretty much revealed that all of the games play in a huge Multi-verse in the same continuity and that Dimension hopping is pretty much possible there. That’s why I mentioned Zetta, “hero” of Makai Kingdom and Prier the Heroine of La Pucelle Tactics.

Prier is pretty much known in Disgaea as the Overlord of “an Alternate” Netherworld and was the wannabe Maiden of Light- with one mean kick I tell ya- in La Pucelle Tactics.
Zetta proclaims very often that he’s the strongest of all overlords and the most badass one. In Makai Kingdom, like in Phantom Brave, you could fight and get Laharl & Co. as your Party members and of course Laharl being like he always is get into fights with Zetta over the “who’s the mightiest” part. I used this little Multi-verse idea for my Disgaea fic because I like the idea of them knowing those characters for real. And since the Multi-verse thing is canonical I didn’t label this as crossover.

Hmm what else? Oh yeah the Pudding thing is taken out of the official Disgaea 2 Manga and it was really the reason why Etna and Laharl got into their fight. I just thought I spice it up a lil’ bit ;)

Reviews would be really appreciated. :)