Welcome to the Netherworld!

[lazyvassals]

[It is difficult to define what a normal afternoon is by Netherworld standards. In the dark, torch-lit halls of the Overlord's Castle, penguin-suited prinnies totter about pretending to do work, while most other vassals make no effort at all to pretend. No fights have broken out yet, but it is questionable how long that will last with the Overlord being awake. It is just the sort of calm that comes before something unexpected happens, or someone makes it happen out of boredom.

And that is precisely when the first stranger comes through the swirling vortex of the Dimensional Gate.

It doesn't seem so unusual at first, because people use that gate on a daily basis. But more people start to show up, people who aren't demons. The Gatekeeper herself has no idea where they've come from, or how they've found their way to the Netherworld.

Unfortunately, neither do the unexpected guests.]

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[narsheprincess]

[She waves, then settles down and closes her eyes. A little rest will do wonders, and hopefully there will be good news when she awakens.]

[musicalplum]

[he comes hobbling back awhile later, singed and beaten, and once he finally reaches Terra's bed, he flops down in a heap on the floor next to it]

I...I failed...

[narsheprincess]

[Terra snaps awake and looks over, gasping in alarm.]

What happened?!?

[musicalplum]

[he groans, facedown on the floor]

The Prince and the Overlord are o-one and the same. And despite his size, he...is quite powerful...

[narsheprincess]

He did this to you?!? Why??

[Despite the fact that her body's not completely cooperating, Terra pushes herself to the edge of the bed, to sit up and try to focus enough to cast Cure on him...but she's still fairly drained and such efforts only make her light-headed.]

[musicalplum]

Mm...? [he lifts his head, confused at the sudden light, and seeing that Terra is pushing himself, he leaps to his feet in shock] Ah! Miss Terra, please, you need not go this far for me. I am a god -- I will not die from something like this!

[he moves to carefully sit on the edge of the bed] As for why he did it? He is a demon. There is no other way they communicate. For their kind, it begins and ends with violence.

[narsheprincess]

[Terra settles back, looking sheepish at having provoked concern.]

I'm sorry. And...I see.

Is he going to throw us out?