Nippon Ichi Prolouge

The Netherworld… It was here that the Demon Overlord, Laharl Krichevskoy, would make his final stand against the evil Fake Zenon, who somehow returned even after being destroyed by the real Overlord Zenon. Most of the landscape was made into a wreck from the great confrontation, yet Laharl somehow managed to win against the powerful faker. This fight should’ve put an end to Fake Zenon’s invasion of the Netherworlds and beyond. However, they all were mistaken…

In the air over a desolate wasteland, also near a huge castle over a large ocean of lava, were two airborne figures. One short figure held up a taller figure by the neck.

The short figure was what a young boy with blue hair having two antenna like spikes, pointy ears, red eyes, and a small sign of muscle on his shirtless body. Along with having no shirt, the boy also wore a red scarf, which under it were two small red batwings on his back, large gold cuffs on his wrists with strange markings on them, red shorts with a black belt and white bottoms, and red laceless shoes with black bottoms and yellow stripes around the middle of the shoes and around the top of the holes. You can easily identify this kid as Laharl Krichevskoy, the 1319 year old Overlord of the Netherworld.

The figure Laharl held up by the neck looked a lot older than him. He had golden hair, a gold goatee, completely red eyes, tannish-grey skin, and muscular body. He wore a black cape with gray fur ends, and a black suit that fits around his muscles. He apparently looked battered and bruised from a climactic fight with Laharl. This was the one who imitated the God of All Overlords, Fake Zenon.

“You lose, imposter,” Laharl told the fake Overlord, “This is what happens when you try to take the throne of the great Laharl.”

Fake Zenon growled, saying, “You declare victory too soon, son of Krichevskoy.”

Having enough of the faker’s mouth, Laharl raised up his right fist and punched Fake Zenon in the face. At the same time, the prince let go of the imposter’s collar, whereas Fake Zenon himself was plummeting fast to the ground, thanks to the punch. Once Fake Zenon landed on the ground, a huge crater formed in his crash, making a huge dust cloud rise up to the air. Laharl simply floated back down to see the damage he did.

“Quite the destruction you have made. How typical for a demon.”

Laharl looked over to the edge of a crater to make an even bigger glare. There he saw a being that had large angel wings, along white robes with yellow rims and designs. He also wore a cap that’s also white with yellow rims and designs. However, he looked FAR from angelic, as he had a rather mean disposition, narrow eyes, light tan skin, and a thick brown mustache. He wore some kind of golden collar at the top of his robe. He glared back at Laharl with equal malice.

“Archangel Vulcanus,” Laharl began before floating near the fiendish looking angel, “so those lessons by the Love-Freak STILL haven’t taught you anything, huh? First you use a resurrection spell to bring back that pitiful excuse of an Overlord from the dead, then assist him in waging war against my Netherworld? Hmph. You seriously call yourself an angel?”

“Ignoring your little blasphemous statement,” Vulcanus grunted, “Zenon merely requested that he’d be brought back to life for redemption. It was no fault of mine that he would try conquering your Netherworld.”

Before Laharl could make a comeback at that, the two heard something just open in the air. They turned to see Fake Zenon trying to make his escape through a large portal, apparently trying to retreat back to his old castle stronghold.

“The demon’s trying to escape!” Vulcanus shouted, also stating the obvious.

Fake Zenon turned back to young Overlord and stated, “We shall meet again, Krichevskoy. Next time, with my restored power, your Netherworld shall be MINE!!”

“Try saying that after this, dumbass.”

The three turned to see two other people, about Laharl’s size, come up.

The one on the left was female with red hair put in two spike ball tails, red eyes, a pair of small bat wings on her back (like Laharl’s only red), and a black devil’s tail. She also wore a black neck collar with a ring-like handle, a black bat-like top that went around her chest (rather flat, might I say), a black short skirt with silver rims and two blue penguin-like balls on the back, a silver buckle, arm-long black gloves with red braces on the wrists, and knee-long black boots with silver bottoms and zippers. In her hand was a long red lance with a large, spear-like blade at the very tip.

The one on the right was also female, but she had long blonde hair instead of red, while she had red eyes, small light red bat wings on her back, and a cute red tail with an upside-down tip (it looks like a heart). A pink bow just below the tip of the tail, and a red bow was on her head to look like two little rabbit ears. She basically wore a white dress over a red leotard along with wearing red slipper-like shoes. In her hand was a pretty white wand with a gold heart with angel wings as the top.

The red-haired demon raised up her lance and shouted out in a loud voice, “Prinny Raid!”

Just then, from out the windows of the castle, several objects were seen rocketing out, making trails of smoke. As they zoomed in, the objects were revealed to be penguin-like creatures with fish-eyes, blue feathers, white underbellies stitched onto the bodies, brown holding bags wrapped around their waists, and peg-like legs. Smoke could be seen flying as they soared through the sky.

These penguins, Prinnies as they were called, kept on saying ‘dood’ in pain as they exploded upon contact with the fake Overlord. All the while, as Fake Zenon was getting hit by the explosions, the portal behind him started to change color and shift out of control.

“N-No! Stop!!” Fake Zenon cried as he was getting pushed inside by the Prinny Raid, “The explosions are disrupting the portal!”

Once all the Prinnies were done being fired, literally, the four watched as Fake Zenon started to get enveloped by the glitches portal. Static emanated from his body, as well as his body started to glow a bit yellow. He kept grunting and yelling in pain as the static and glow went even faster. His voice soon began to feel like it was combined with another. And finally, with a large VOIP, the portal, along with Fake Zenon, vanished, leaving behind a large sound wave that blew wind on the four’s clothes.

With that settled, Vulcanus looked over to the red haired demon, grunting, “I’m surprised you didn’t even blast us away in the process.”

“Sorry, but this isn’t the time nor the place for you to talk like that, Master Vulcanus,” the cute blonde demon told the archangel as she, the red-haired demon, and Laharl made their way towards him, “As of now, for your actions, you’re going back to Celestia to await punishment by Master Lamington.”

As Laharl watched, Vulcanus blanched as the girls held him up to the air by the back of his robe, stuttering, “W-What!?”

“Etna, Flonne,” Laharl told the girls, “get this pitiful excuse for an angel back to where he belongs. And on top of that, tell the Seraph that I wish to hear about his punishment and serve it on a silver platter. Got it?”

The two saluted, with the red haired demon, Etna, saying, “Consider it done, Prince.”

Soon, the two carried off the mean-looking angel into the sky, heading off towards Celestia.

“Not to worry, Master Vulcanus,” the blonde demon, Flonne, told the archangel, “I’m sure that Master Lamington’s won’t be EXTREMELY degrading.”

With that, Vulcanus groaned.

However, none of them knew about the problem that would arise ever since that day…