Makai Disgaea - When Netherworlds Collide

[The_Main_Man]

OOC Thread: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=33457613&posted=1#post33457613

Intro:

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Netherworlds. Dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands. Each with it's own King, or Queen, or gender ambiguous creature type thing as it's ruler. These planes of existence vary in shapes, sizes and make ups.

One plane might be ruled over by demons, another angels. One might be ruled over by anthropomorphized Hedgehogs. (HA!) The walls that separate these worlds are thin, easily pierced by those with the will, technology or raw power to do so. But this story focuses on a collection of these Netherworlds.

An intertwining of Demonic Overlords and their lands, these Netherworlds sat nestled, like neighbors, holding all manner of demons, monsters and wandering adventurers. Above them all sat parallel Heavens, with hordes of Angels and souls of departed Warriors who chose a more righteous path.

Travel between these particular Netherworlds has become commonplace under the unity of one Overlord Zetta. Ships, teleportation systems and the occasional ride on a sleepy Babylon allowing all manner of creatures to wander back and forth between the realms.

The realms of Zetta, Alexander and Pram remain the largest and most powerful of the Netherworlds (In that order). Zetta rules with his now Queen Salome, one of the only joint Overlord ruler-ships known to exist, and as such, is the most powerful. The soldiers of Zetta's great army, no longer expected to march a never ending war against other Overlords (save for the occasional bought with Alexander) are essentially free to go about their own ways.

But should an Overlord ever be in need, all Warriors of any size and stature were expected to answer the call.

Despite the relative peace, in the midst of null space, the emptiness between realms, something stirred, and grew. Something that threatened to consume even the greatest of Overlord's realms.

Who would be there to stand beside the Overlords should this evil come to fruition?

The walls of reality were always tenuously held together in this point of time and space, but as of late, it has become even more delicate, tears becoming more common and beings from realms not native to any Netherworld dropping in and out like uninvited house guests...

Combined with the shadow of a new threat, will these new visitors be allies or enemies? Will the Overlords of this realm be forced to fight a battle on two fronts or forge new alliances to save themselves?

 

[The_Main_Man]

The End of the Netherworld Tavern was dimly lit, the last few customers had slinked off on the last stop at Alexander's Netherworld to check out the midnight arena battles. The last hints of motion were the Prinnies who set about cleaning, Baiem counting the day's profits and a large, furry humanoid sobbing in the corner. By this point, the man's drink was gone and his face was buried in well muscled, yellow arms as he bawled incoherently.

Baiem had ignored him since he had first arrived, almost catatonic, and slumped into a chair in the furthest reaches of the bar. This happened every once in a while, usually a traveler who'd been trounced, had some great treasure stolen, or a noble who'd had his kingdom usurped. She'd often slide them a pity drink, wait for them to finish and they'd get off at the next stop, but not this one. He'd been there for days now. Finally, realizing if she did nothing, he'd wither away in that corner from dehydration due to his nonstop crying, she made her way down to the end of the bar. "Hey...bud...I know there's no real way to tell what day it is out here..but...I like to get a little sleep every now and then, if you c-" She recoiled suddenly as two large, furry hands gripped her collar and a heavy wail of tears burst into her ears.

"IT'S GONE! ALL OF IT! GONE!" He roared out like a wounded cat, as that's what he looked like actually, before returning to sobbing. "...My...whole...it...nothing left..." He whispered, his lower lip quivering as tears streamed down the soaked fur on his face.

Bairem swallowed hard as she stretched her hand to reach for the alarm to summon the Prinny-bot, but the heartbroken cat man's grip was too iron clad. "W-...what's all gone?" She mumbled, giving a nervous smile.

The massive chest of the furry patron swelled before exhaling an almost babbling series of sobs. "M-M-M-MY NETHERWORRLLLLLLLLDDDDD!" He wailed, releasing her suddenly from his grip and clamping his hands over his face as he broke into a fresh series of sobs. "...the whole thing..just...swallowed up..." He whispered. "...and not even the Great Hero King Drake...is safe...if not I...then no one is." He whispered. "...shadows...so many...they swallowed everything...covering the planet...then...the stars..they all vanished." He rambled, sliding off of his chair.

Bairem held her hands out, palms flat and fingers spread towards the clearly twitchy 'King'. Apparently once an overlord, he seemed to have snapped. "..it's...O...K..." She spoke in the calmest voice she could muster. "Let's just get you a nice, warm drink and we'll find out where your Netherworld is." She promised.

Sliding back further, towards the door, his eyes slits now. "No...None, not even the most Charismatic of all Overlords!...can save us now. No. You're doomed! ALL! RUN! FLEE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He shrieked, throwing his arms wildly up into the air before dashing out the door.

Moments later, a Prinny trussed up in a rather impervious and powerful looking robotic suit burst through the door, fists at the ready. Bairem grunted and slumped back in her seat. "...a lot of good you do...Dood..." She sighed, looking out the window as she watched King Drake fly off still squeeling like a scorned baby pig.

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The clouds above Zetta's Netherworld swirled, twisting and coiling in the atmosphere of the center of his domain. Like an angry jaw preparing to spew fire down upon the ground below, it tightened in on itself. The air was almost electric. Netherworlds were known for chaotic weather, at times to such an extent that it ripped chunks out of the world itself, but this seemed somehow different...unnatural, even for such an unnatural place as a Netherworld.

That's when the lightning started. Or at least something akin to lightning. Where lightning was followed by thunder, these bolts of light were silent, save for the violent vibrations that echoed through the ground after each piercing blow. It was more like a hammer crashing against the ground then bolts of lightning, yet there were no visible craters.

The flashes of light became more frequent, and faster, and faster until it seemed as if it was raining light, and the rumbling in the ground became so rapid that it felt like a small earthquake was rocking the Netherworld. Demons were rocked from their feet and small buildings crumbled until suddenly, with a single sharp, unanimous flash, it was silent.

While the Demons of Zetta's world would clearly be shocked by this sudden strange weather, little did they know it had taken place on various other Netherworlds around the multiverse at the same time.

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The Television that was playing some commercial for another one of Alexander's Tournaments quickly began to beep in a rapid, annoying sequence as a female, blue haired demon and what looked like a bunny planted themselves on the screen behind a desk.

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Reports began to stream of the crazed events on all of the Netherworlds, the inexplicable, synchronized weather, the rash of small quakes and apparently a series of missing persons had been reported across all the realms.

Bairem cheeked her tongue as she looked back over her shoulder to one of the Prinnies. "...we're going to be landing on Alexander's Netherworld in a few minutes...aren't we?" She asked.

"Yup! In exactly 14 and a half minutes, dood!" The Prinny answered before marching off with it's little peglegs kicking high.

"I SAID NO MORE GOOSE STEPPING!" The Bartender hollared, whipping an empty glass after the mocking little monster.

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Alex sat atop a throne, his elbow resting on the left arm, his chin propped up on a fist as he listened to one of his minions read off the list of suitable participants for the next round of arena fighting. He rarely paid much attention, only listening to the names and seeing if any of them caught his attention, seemed familiar, and that was a rare occurrence. Selecting who would fight to the death had become as routine as selecting what type of jam he'd have on some morning toast, and about as exciting too.

But suddenly, he realized, the Vampire Demon had stopped talking and he blinked, his eyes falling to the seemingly uncomfortable Vassal. "...that's it?" He questioned flatly.

The fanged demon recoiled at those two simple words, nodding before breaking through a stutter to respond. "Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes sir." He chattered. "The...uh...majority...of..of our..uh..." A sharp look from the God of Destruction snapped him from his speech impediment. "The majority of our participants and prisoners went missing after the odd weather patterns, sir. They...seemed to have been snapped straight out of their homes and cells! Only a few are left.."

Alex knitted his brow as he leaned forward, the Vampire once more shrinking down at the slightest movement. "...then go find some more..." He stated simply, his voice icy and cool. He snapped his fingers and a Thunder Demon rumbled out of the shadows, massively built. "Raiden..." He spoke to his chief General. "Take 30 of our best Soldiers...whichever ones haven't gone 'missing' anyways...and find me some new Gladiator's."

The Thunder Demon God planted his fist, palm down, over his heart (Or where a heart would be) and bowed silently before turning and marching off, leaving the Vampire and the Overlord alone in the room.

Alex glanced at the Vassal for a moment before barking like a clap of thunder. "YOU TOO!" He bellowed, causing the Demon underling to jump and scamper off like a cockroach.

 

[thelittledeadgirl]

Ryvonne

Ryvonne drifts in on a purple haze ('scuse me, while I kiss the sky) and walks uninvited into ummm.... Alex's castle. Without so much as a by-your-leave, she dips her axe into a bucket of paint and begins sloshing it on the castle walls while giggling malevolently. Despite her drifting through the netherworlds, she is blissfully unaware of the threat distantly approaching Zeta's home world, nay, perhaps all of the netherworlds.

She looks around, castle sure seems deserted. Excellent! More time for uninterrupted mayhem!

On the wall, she sloshes a large green smileyface with a red bullethole in it's forhead and x's for eyes, then stands back to admire her handiwork.

She doesn't seem to think it odd that half the realm is missing, this seems more and more common with each netherworld she visits. Rather than attempting to wrap her mind around it, she simply follows the pattern of her life, drifting around causing a little colourful mayhem.

 

[thelittledeadgirl]

Ryvonne slinks around in character looking for other entities inhabiting these realms. She has already painted some snowclan ninjas bright flourescent green so they'll stop sneaking up on her in wintery levels.

She loads up her handy spraypaint belt with all the colours best designed to hurt the eyes and goes out looking for trouble.

 

[thelittledeadgirl]

POW! she paints a prinny pink! ZAP! she paints one sky blue!

BOOF! she paints one gold, thereby promoting it to prinny-god status!

 

[thelittledeadgirl]

Beauty Queen Etna

Hey! *Screams etna at the top of her lungs*

You! Yeah you! The dumb looking girl who's clothes don't match! THOSE ARE MY PRINNIES and if you paint one more of them, well, *blows a kiss & winks* I just won't be responsible for what I'll have to do...

 

[thelittledeadgirl]

Ryvonne

Okay..... I'll stop painting the prinnies...

*Eyes glinting evilly at the challange, Ryvonne levels the spraypaint at Etna*

What would look better on you, Green or Sunshine Yellow?

 

[thelittledeadgirl]

Beauty Queen Etna

*Etna freezes in terror, wings all scrunched up in that lightning bolt pattern, eyes flaming with indignation.*

YOU - WOULDN'T - DARE!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[thelittledeadgirl]

Ryvonne/Etna

Ryvonne: I'm goinna paint you... cerulean! Get ready missy, cause here it comes!

Etna: No! Not cer... what now? *Placing her hands on her hips and tilting her head to the side* Um... I know we're about to battle and all, but what kind of stupid colour is cerulean?? You're making that up.

Ryvonne: *looking startled by the very thought and raising her left hand with the palms out in protest* No! I would never make up a colour! Cerulean's real! It's a kind of greenish shade of light blue!

Etna: .... Really? ....

 

[thelittledeadgirl]

Beauty Queen Etna

If cerulean's such a real colour, then how come I've never heard of it?

the prinnies are rapidly taking advantage of this situation to sneak away from both Etna and Ryvonne. The golden prinny is holding a hatchway open in the ground and they are quickly sneaking into it.

 

[thelittledeadgirl]

Ryvonne

How should I know? Maybe you're colourblind... or just an ignoramus!

Ryvonne turns her back on Etna, feigning total disdain, just then she notices the prinnies escaping through the hole in the realm.

Hey! *She launches into action, shaking up and throwing her spraypaint cannisters at the escaping prinnies. They explode on impact dousing the area in paint!

Where do you think you're going? I painted you, that makes you MY VASSALS! You get back here OR ELSE!