#malumphaedra

"I’M OUT."

"I… well…" You both got some pretty bad anons, bummer.

"...Eeyup."

          --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.

((for malumphaedra and tiranit

(( I kind of can’t wait to get home and piss Laharl the fuck off—- I MEAN WHAT. ))