ラハール

         Laharl sat in on top of one of the houses of what could easily be assumed to be new York, what with the large amounts of not so dense smoke clouding anything beneath the roof of the building. A perfect view to gaze at the fireworks being sent rapidly in to the sky above. 2014, a new year. Funny, he never kept up with earth time, to him it was still back in the A.D of demon era. Who knew time had advanced so much quicker in the human world. Hmph, whatever. As pretty as the fireworks were, the permeating sound of them going off grew quickly to be irritating. As if the toxic fumes invading his nostrils weren't enough... A sigh as he lifted a pudding cup to his lips, exploring the cup with his tongue. What? He wasn't going to use a spoon. With a loud gulp of the dessert Laharl let out a content sigh. "Enjoy it while it lasts losers, but someday I, Overlord Laharl, will own this world too!"

      "A horse wiener?! Now that’s dangerous." Features quickly became distraught at the offering before him. Be it an offering it is still a horse wiener. He’s definitely NOT going to let his guard down but he is going to immidately toss the horse wiener across his castle floor. 

                 You got a Horse Wiener,

                   Laharl needed a new punching bag, and anyone or anything would do. They were taking refuge in HIS netherworld currently, so hopefully they had some sort of intent on abiding by HIS rules. Be it orders to die for his hands or to the contrary, by them. He'd be quick to judge by appearance and words certainly, but of course, those were yet to be seen or heard. Whatever, a warrior wasn't much of an anomaly but another Overlord was a different matter. If he ran into either of the two, he'd likely be quick to find his reasoning for invading his netherworld by a trade of fists. Although his pursuit on the two could wait until after he'd filled his stomach. A trip to the vendors that crowed the land in the middle of the Sea of Gehenna. A slam of his palm on the vendor that sold the Burning Darkness Sweet Buns.

                   "Ten... and hurry it up." Far more than enough for anyone his size but he'd been known for his appetite and excessive tendencies before. He'd had trouble's with the speed of the vendor before but it seemed this time he'd learned to hurry up the order upon request, and probably for the best. It only took him around 30 minutes this time. Perfect amount of laze in his job, that sort of slacking was inspirational to a demon. Taking a whole bun into his mouth Laharl made his way to one of the vacant benches near the lava.

          Just his fucking luck today wasn’t it, huh? He didn’t know it yet, but it was already getting worse for this Overlord. He had for once, broken his own game system out of stupidity. A few good hours on this one, not as many as his older ones, but enough to piss him off. About a few thousand hours on that system gone to waste now and meant nothing to him. What good did a broken game memory card do for this demon? Not a god damn thing, that’s what.

          What was he about to do, play without a memory card to save his data to? No fucking way. Anything he would be playing on the system wouldn’t even be saved and would leave him without anything to go back on if he took a break! Even though him taking breaks between games was something rare, he did it every now and then. Anyone would want the freedom to save at any damn time they needed to. And without that card… his playing would be meaningless, nothing to fall back on and look back to.

          You could say quite easily that he got sidetracked though going to get a simple memory card. Slipping his mind that there were new releases of games. You could see the gleam in his eyes, the glare shining off his glasses as a bit of drool made it’s way down his chin. Shuttering, he wiped his mouth free of the liquid while slurping any excess back into his mouth. You bet he was going to get a new game… or a few… a lot.

          Rule one about leaving Mao in a video game store alone… you don’t do it, that’s the rule. You don’t leave him alone in any place having to do with the many interests he has, it never goes well. By the time he came to his senses, he had already bought a good amount of games. Not that he regretted it though, that was just about normal for this Overlord. Others may look at him like it was something stupid, but for him it was quite an involved pastime

          Now making his way back to his dorm, and to be honest the last thing he was going to do was rush. Why would he rush, it’s not like he had anything really important to be doing anyway. Oh, he’d be in for a pretty rude awakening once he got back to his dorm to see Laharl’s greedy fingers flipping through his comics. Making even more of a mess with crumbs being left everywhere. Now, Mao was no clean freak, but mixing food with comics without being careful of getting them dirty, was a big no no in his eyes.

          Opening the large doors that lead into his dorm, Mao froze in place as the heavy doors closed right behind him. “W—- What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” The white haired demon screamed frantically at the other sitting on his “throne.” “Get the hell up!” He snapped, taking a step towards the other in pure frustration. “You’re going to mess them up for demons sake!”

             "Mmmm?" A rather loud inquisitive hum left his lips at the commotion being caused by the owner of said comics and food. Along with slow blinking of ruby hues in his direction. Before answering him in any sort of audible way he decided it would be best to mock his orders. Slowly taking one more chip and placing it upon his tongue. The noise of loud crunching quickly filled the empty space between them. Crumbs being to get everywhere except on the Overlord himself. And then an audible gulp proceeded to end the poor meal.

              "Pipe down, jeez, I wasn't doing anything wrong." Was he doing something he shouldn't? Seemed only natural by now that if you were enjoying yourself you mixed snacks into the hobby. Mess or not, ruining the quality of the goods or not, if you weren't doing your hobby on a full stomach and enjoying yourself. Finally he pushed himself off the seat with a light dusting to himself by the fabric of his scarf. Animate apparel, one of the perks to being the original main character.                     Though perks weren't what he was basking in a the current moment.

               The intrusion by the owner of said room was more than enough to deter the leisure he was enjoying for a while. An abrupt turn of his neck to the left created an audible popping sound, followed by yet another abrupt turn to the right with mirrored results. Amazing how stiff he'd become from being lazy, or perhaps it was from crossing netherworlds. That travel normally left him the slightest bit sore in the first place.  

          --Tch, the familiar hint of irritation sounded clearly as he gave a click of his tongue against his upper cavity. One after another, lesser demons feel before his weapon of choice for today, a sword. How foolish, greedy little demons, aiming for a title they could never hope to attain. It was humorous as well as pleasing to the ego to see them fall before him. But the challenge they provided, even in numbers, was far too minimal for an Overlord like Laharl to gain enough excitement and enjoyment out of, unless again it was simply pleasure to this ego.

          "Hmmm..." The hum lasted for near a minute as he allowed the options of whom he could bother pass through his head. Alas, the only one's whom came to his mind were those protagonists whom had taken his position from under his nose for a mere whole game. He'd had his second chance in the limelight already so there would definitely be less aggression on his part if he'd went to see those other protagonists once more. Well, on his side at least. Try to destroy Veldime as a practical joke, invade Hades and annoy the vampire guy, or stop by Evil Academy for what he could assume would be a less than pleasant reunion with the dean. Though in the end, the choice landed on his 3rd brethren's choice. Stopping by there didn't seem so bad, they were so alike, the Dean should've been grateful to be blessed with so many traits like himself.

          "Hey dimensional gatekeeper! Evil academy! Dean's office, CHOP CHOP!!" Nor please nor thank you would be heard from his voice that was to be sure, though he was sure it wasn't expected by now. Orders were orders and those whom questioned him got to feel a taste of the Overlord's Wrath. Though perhaps it was due to his rudeness that they always seemed to toss him into different netherworlds in idiotic ways, this time, a stereotypical mishap. A little too high, and landing right on his face on a pile of comic books. Well to say the least they softened the blow.

          Dammit, when he got back he was going to discipline that gatekeeper good-- Hey what's that? it didn't take long for him to find one comic that appealed to him in particular. Albeit, the character on the front simply had blue hair, but it was enough to get Laharl's fancy. Well since the dean wasn't around, or perhaps was just off attending to business, Laharl would just help himself to this room while he awaited his return. What's his is mine and whats mine is mine. A motto to live by for the MAIN CHARACTER.