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Are there trees in Tartarus?
Yeah, there are but they’re kind of dead and stone like and only exist deep within the prison where no-pony has gone before. It is here that the demons live, fight, and laze around.
In one of the many stone trees laid our protagonist, a human turned video game character.
His name was Sean P. Lewis and he was a cosplayer, but after giving fifty dollars to a salesman dressed up as that merchant guy from Resident Evil and a choice to put it on then, he became-
“ADELL!”
The red head shot up in surprise, hitting a branch above hard enough to crack it. A gloved hand went on top of his head, rubbing the growing bump. “Owowow.” He looked to the demon who had called him, a red bat-like demon pony wearing common warrior armor, which was just shorts and a headband with a short sword hanging off the flank.
Her name was Zukerela, though anyone who knew her just called her Zuku. She was also Adell’s closest friend.
“Did you have to scream?” Adell asked before carefully maneuvering himself out of the tree.
“Yes!” Zuku said with a disgruntled snort. “I know how you get after training! You never wake up!”
The guilty redhead rubbed his red head in embarrassment. ”Sorry.”
“Anyways, the big guys want us for some reason.”
Adell slumped. “Dammit, today was supposed to be my day off to train. I just reincarnated last week and I’m only level 159.”
“They said it was important. Might lead to use getting out of Tartarus and exploring that pony land.” Zuku lightly hit Adell in the knee. “You know those regular ponies have nothing on us.”
Adell winced and started walking towards the stairs. “I know. It’s just, I have a bad feeling about this. I mean, you did hear the explosions the other day, right?”
“Yeah, but I thought that was you training.” Zuku started flying up beside him as they reached the stairs and started going up. “You do make stuff explode a lot.”
“Well, I was resting when I heard it,” Adell responded. “Its got to be something big.”
Zuku shrugged again as they began the long trek to the top floor.
The thing about Tartarus is, unlike Hell, it has thirteen layers and only two are dedicated to torturing and holding the souls of the wicked.
The top layer is where the entrance and holding cells are. For some reason, the Tartarus Tourism Committee thought this would be a good idea.
However, those that run that layer are very lazy, with only five demons actually running the layer on a regular basis.
They are Adell, Zukerela, and Cerberus, who is that layer’s leader.
Adell walked up to the three headed dog who was acting like a puppy, Zuku sitting on his right shoulder like a demented parrot. He sweatdropped as he saw the middle head chewing on a ball he knew the demon didn’t have a week ago.
He coughed into his hand, capturing the dog’s attention. The middle head dropped the ball as they sat up quickly into place, looking as stern as they usually did.
“Grrrr….” The middle head growled lightly.
“We didn’t see anything, Boss.” Adell chuckled, saluting along with Zuru.
“Rrrrr. Rawrf.” The left head looked a little dejected as it glanced toward the holding cells, some of them empty.
“Wait, what? How did we not notice that?” Adell gasped.
Zuku snickered. “Maybe because no-pony had mentioned them yet.”
Adell flicked his partner on the head as Cerberus’ right head continued.
“Woof woof woof.”
“Why do we have to get them back?” Zuku asked logically.
“Grrrr…. boof.”
“Oh yeah…. you have guard duty.”
“Boof woof.”
Adell sputtered at what the left head said. “The princesses? Why would we need their help?”
“Arf arf.”
“But we can gather those prisoners before they even notice us. It’s only three or four, right?”
“.... boof.”
“Twenty two!” Both Zuku and Adell exclaimed.
“How did you let that many slip by you?!” Zuku asked, looking at the cells again.
The three heads whined at once, looking ashamed.
“Changelings? Why would they attack you and lead you to pony town?” Adell put a hand to his chin. “It doesn’t make any sense unless they wanted some of them, but how would they even know unless…” Adell came to a chilling realization. “D-did Kranon get out?”
All three heads nodded at once, much to Adell’s horror.
“Shit. Those ponies still tell stories about him.” Zuku hissed, hopping off Adell’s shoulder. “We need to go, now!”
Adell nodded, walking away and retreating into his thoughts.
Kranon used to be a normal, run of the mill serial killer. His name used to be Gary C. Rivera.
At least, until he attended the same convention as Sean P. Lewis and bought a silly hat that looked like a penguin from the same game as Sean.
Thus, a horrible monster was deposited into the same Equestria as one of the weaker monsters from Disgaea.
He became a human soul trapped in the body of a Prinny.
And for fifteen years, he brought misery and death to the smaller towns until the Princesses finally found him and used the Elements of Harmony on him, banishing him to the holding cells of Tartarus.
And he would have stayed there if not for the machinations of a queen trying to conquer the fair land.
Said prinny was currently on his way to see said bug queen with an escort of her strongest warriors, an evil grin planted on his beak and a plan already brewing in his head.
“So, I know I’ve asked this about fifteen times already, but what’s this queen like?” Kranon asked for the seventeenth time, only to be met with silence for the seventeenth time.
“Geeze, and I thought Adell was quiet around me.” Kranon snickered. “At least he had the decency to yell at me when I called him a demon-slut.”
The lead changeling rolled his bug eyes, knowing that it was still five more miles to the hive.
It would be a long five miles.
Celestia sat in her room, looking over Spike’s letter to her about his adventures meeting his own kind and getting his own phoenix friend out of the ordeal.
She looked to Philomena, perched beside her bed and alert. She smiled warmly and walked over to the fire bird and rubbed her head with a wing.
The princess closed her eyes and thought back to when she first found Philomena near the Dragonlands.
She was making a huge fuss over her broken wing and not being as smart as she was today, Celestia took her back to Canterlot to get her wing healed.
After that, the overly-dramatic phoenix stayed in Canterlot.
Celestia was snapped out of her trip down memory lane when another letter flopped into her room, covered in dog slobber.
She grabbed it in her telekinesis and brought it to her face with a grimace.
The letter was completely incomprehensible with lines of ink all over it.
She did what anyone would do if they got spam.
She threw it in the trash.
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I WILL SCREAM THE MIGHTY WORD: POTATOE!
6115657 Normally, the potato has eyes, not toes.
6115657 Really?
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6115675 Dom, no.
Love Disgaea, love the twists really good ideas!
6115736 Thanks. More is to come.
6115657 .....ptttff!!hehe
6115784 DOES THOU DOUBT THE POWER OF THE MIGHTY POTATOE!?
6115803 Why is no one making comments about the actual story?
6115809 ONE MIGHT WORD: POTATOE
IT ANSWERS EVERYTHING IN THE UNIVERSE, THE MULTIVERSE, AND THE OMNIVERSE!
I would say this good idea. I hope you continue it and will overlord Zenon(Rozalin) appear.
6115830 I might make her appear later.
6115803 ehehehe NO! BUT MINE STOMACH T'IS STRONGER THEN THE MIGHTY POTATOE!!!!!!OMNOMNOM!!!!!!
6115852 T͇̹̰̹̞͕̯̟̻͑̄ͬ͊̊̃ͨ͗̄̃͠͠ḣ̨̤̠̞̭̠̭̳͙͇̙̯͇͍́́̾ͮ̒̑̓͜͡e̴̢̡̼̯̗̼̫̞̪͔̠͇̱̣̮ͮͦ̿͊͌ͦ͗̏ͮ͆̋̓̇̅̑ͥ̿͠ ̨̥̗̦͚͇̪̳͖͉̰̦̯͙̻̙͙̱͙͑ͧ̍̀͋ͩͪ̓̋̑͡ͅM͂̆̒͗ͦ̇̚҉͏̺̺͚͈͓̣͙̳͇̺̲͖͚̫̟̀i̯͖͉̫̳̽͗̌ͥͩ̄̆̏͌̽̔̀͢g̷̡̧̻̞͔̻̟͙̞̏͋́͌ͬ̿̔͐ͮ̾̀̓ͪ͜h̴̡̢̹͖̗̯̖̼̀͛̒͒͊ͧ̄ͤͮ̾͌̀ͦ͜tͣ͋ͧ͒ͣ̃̏ͫ͛̓͒̍҉͜͞҉͎͕̗̮̠̣̻͇͖͔̼̬̣͓̕y͑̍̀̌͋͊̽͛̀͂̾̅ͮ͝͏̷̙͈͚̪̩̳͎̗͍̰̥̜̺̯̝͉͓̱̕͝ ̧͇͉̳͇͚̤̍ͫ̐̑͒͌̓ͭ̉̒ͫ͑̈́̎̕P̶̶͉͔̱̫̫̜̝̙͙̭͈̣͙̀ͦͧͭͨͪͯͥ̾̌͊ͤ̀͜͡ͅơ̰̺̱̣͗ͪ͛̐͂̊ͥ̍ͯ̅ͥ̌ͮ̂̾̆͒ţ̤̹̰̱͇̭̯̗ͯͩͭͦ͡a̢̞͇̱̫̼̯̝̹̓ͩͬ́̉̄̊͜͞͞ț̛̺͉̪͕̦̼̣̹̮̪̞͔̐̆̉̄̍ͦ̿́̚͢o̡̖͇̺͔̔̃̑̓̎̉̐͛͗͂̓̿ͥ̾̑ͭ̾̚̕e̊̋̂ͯͫͭ̋̄ͬͮ̓̚҉̶̵̣̹̫̜̬͈̳́̕!̴̡̮͉̦͕͍̤̙̜͔͇̭̱͇͍̄̑̌ͬ͡ ̱̩̩̙͎̬͕̩͓͚̱̹͎̲͕͓̅̋͛̇̈́̕̕͡ͅḐ̷̖͚͉͍̩̞͙ͪ̓̿̀̃̈̃͋͛͒͜ͅͅo̢̩̜̦̖̪̰̻̘̪̘̞͇̝͓̔̈ͤ̇͊̾ͬ̑͘͘͟͡e̸̢̦̙̺̤̯͍̤͔͚ͫͪͤͬͣ͋ͩͥ͛̊͊̈́͒̅̓̽̎̚͢ş̶̨͓͙͕̮̯͇̺̮̯̲̩͊̋̋ͥ̓ͫ̔͒͌̐ ̰̘̬̥̲̻̜̟̝͍̻͖͖̮̙̣̘ͣ͋͗̈́͒ͫ́̚N̢ͪ́͋ͮͣͤ̄̏̐̎͡͏̭̖̰͉̥͔͓̣̻̭ͅO̸̶̸͍͓̗̬̼̣̦̯̞̥̯̣̘͇͓̗̟͆̽̐̍̋ͫͯͣ̽ͤ̇͑̓͒̐ͪ͑͝T̢̲̯̙͈̦̳͖̤̪͎̜̤̰͇ͦ̆ͦͯ̇ͫ̂͛ͭ͌͂ͮͫ̿͋̏̕͟͡ ̢̻̜̰̰̭̞̳̳̜̗͙̤͍̮̻̠ͦ̐̈̑̀̌̾̇ͨ̈͑ͨ̍̈̑̚͟͡â̙̮͓̫̪͔͔̰̞̯̘͉̓͌ͦ̃̃̍̓ͤ̚͘͠p̵̲̲̤͛̾̀̃ͩ̐͒ͧ̾͒ͦ̈̆͝ͅp̶̜̫̻̹̖̩͈̠̙̤̜̦̪̦͎͕ͨ͊̽̅̔ͮ̐́͒̔͞r̜̤̬̺͍̟͙̤͕͇̩̦̝̯͙ͣ̍ͪ̽̽͛ͫ̐ͧ͂ͮ̇̏ͫ̿̚͘͟ͅo̥̥̝̪͔͚̥̘̦̜͋͌ͮ͐̋ͫ̃̾ͣ̊ͯ̓̍̚͝v͔͎̱̰̦͖̫̯͕͌̃̐̅̉ͨ̏ͩ͒ͤ̑̀̕͟ͅẻͨͥ̾̒̊̋͊̃ͯ҉҉̴̸͓̖̙̠͇̖̤̘̲̼̬ ̆́ͨ̎ͧ͑͑ͪ͊ͨͥ̑ͥ̑̀́͏̸͕̼̞̱̞̤̟̘̟̦̙ǫ̴̪͍͙̰̞̮̹͖͍̭͍̫̝̱͇ͦ͗̎ͯͪ̿ͨ̒̔͟͠f̴̧̢̭̙̞̮̭̤̙̻͕̦͔̝̖̙͎̘̮͒ͣ̎̆̓͋̓ͦ͆ͦ̎͛ͪͩ̿̃͒ͭ͘ ̷̧̺̲̼̻͈̫̖̓̌ͨ͒͂͊̑͑̔̈́́̚͝t̸̴̵̲̪̳̜̬̭͉̣͓̠͍̲̦͔̘͓͎͈͆̔̓ͫͭ́̚͟h̷̡͙̩̤̯̠̬̯͇̗̼̽̑̒ͩ͞͡i̡̡̨̻̲̞̭͕͍̗͕̼͇̰ͣ́̃̌ͤ͑͆̓ͣ̉ͨͨ͌̒ͣ̚̚͞n̷̴̪̪̖̱͚͖̦̘̭̠̺͚͈͖͇̻͓̙̳̋ͦ̆ͧ́̒̓̇ͭ͘͟ẹ̵̬̟̲̬̪̫͉̞͈͔͕̹͈̣͒̎̔̉͗͋ͩ͌͊͢ ̈́̑ͣͤ̐̀ͯ̚͜͏̡̮̙̪̼̙̖̠̝̖̯͉̳̺͓̮́ͅa̾ͤ̆ͪͭͮ̌̊ͪ͊̈͌͏̷̛̲̯̹̱̪͙͍̩̬̼͖̞̪̜c̡̙̮̫̝͓̻̲͇̟̱̼̪̩͈̩̤̰͕ͧ̏ͬ̅͘t̡̅ͣͨ̽͏̛͔̣̻͓̺͇̥̝i̩̮̯̮̮̘͓̗͎̭͚̯̺̲̪͆̌̂͐͟͜͠ơ̻̠̠͕̪͈̠̮̬̺̲̺͉̯͋ͣͭ̆ͣ̄̐̈́̒͗ͣ̈́̒̈̀̚͢͢ͅn̶̢̥̤͎͈͖̬̩͇̙̤̠̙̯͈̋͌̓ͪ̈́ͣ̃ͭͫ̅̇͒̋ͣ̆ͭ͟͞s̵̡̲̺̭̼̥͎̣̝͕͓͖̞̤͙̼̖͗̀̐ͦ̌̕͝!̷̢̇̌ͨ̃͒̂̌ͮͥ̍ͧ̃̋̉ͣ̍͝͏̼̯͖̗̬ ̸͚̗͖̗̱͓͈͖ͣ̔͒̌͝T̷̨͍̼̬̦̘̻̣̣͖̝̱̻͕͚͎́ͨ̈́͋ͪ̅̿͐͐̉ͣ̕͘͝ḥ̶̡̧͇̦͇͉̩͓̌̄̓ͨ͌ͧ͗́͡o̻̦̳̟͕͂̃ͯ̐̊͜͡u̧̧̱̫̬͍͓͈͚̾̑̌ͫ͌͑ͯ͘͜ ̡ͩ̍̃͑ͤ́͂̾͋ͥ̈̍̓ͣͦ̐͜҉̙͍̙̺̮̩ä̓ͨ̃̾ͮ̂̀̌ͥ͋ͯ̏́̋̈͜҉̨̗͖̪̩̩͕̣̙̟̗͚̜͇̞̼̙͜ͅŗ̴̭̣͉͙̥̫ͬ̄̅̍ͭ̇͑̀̇͌̚͟͡t̴̏ͪ́ͫͮ͐̓̆̂ͨͣ̽̈̚̕͏̧͕̺̥͎͎̰̗͇̮ ̙͉̞̠͔̬̥̜̠̜̬̓͋͂͗̎̚̕͡c̸̛ͫ̍͊͂̓̏҉̝̹̼̮̼͇̫̠̤̻̗͇͉̝͖̮̜ơ̴͌̈̓ͯͫͨ͗͐ͩ̐̿̀̀͡͏͙͈̲̩̩̥ņ̶̶̦̤͚̩͔̱͚̼̹̣̥̦̬̲͋̇̍̓ͯ͊̇ͫ̍͆̓̑̚ͅd͐̑ͥ̓ͤ̐͆̋͢͏̘̠͉͓͈͚̺͍͉̯e̡͈̪͉̲̣͉͖̫͍̱͍͔͎͈͉̠͌ͭͯ̋͊̄͛̇̈́̓͋̚͝͞m̐̏̈́̈́̔͗̄̉̈̄̃ͮ͌ͭ҉̲̤͉͙͉̞̀͝n̷̪̮͉̹͙̥̣̗̝͔̥̺̪͈̻̦̭ͣ͋ͭͧͮ̐͠͡ͅͅe̸͚͔̣͚̝͕̲̳͙͉̻͕͚̼̠͔̙̣̖͌͂̈́ͨ͐ͥ̓ͥ̈́̀͜͞͠d̿̿ͦ̒̐̏ͣ̉ͬͣͩ̑͛ͯ҉̢̳̘̭̝̘̜̞ ̫̪̰͔ͭ̒͐͆̿͂̐͒ͣ̓͐͐͛ͣ̐ͨ͘f̸̧̛̦̙͔̞̘̦͔̠̮̭͓͕̖͈ͨͯ̅̇̓͐̌̎͗̈́̄͌̏́͛ͧ̊̆ͭ́͘ơ̤̙̭̦̟̱͔̦̞̗̯̳͚̟̭̟͔̱͈ͣ̅̏͑̂̓̔̌̈͑ͥ̂ͫ̈͛̎̕͟͠rͫ̔͒ͦͥͬ̃̕͝͏͍͉̥̥͈͇̪̹ͅ ̢̫̩̜͎̹͚̙̠̫̘͎͓͓͓̦̟͕̦̼̉ͥͤ̂͂̈̀l̥͇͕̺̩̺̞͇̲͙̙ͨ̑͆̑̀̏̒̾ͮ̉̓ͧͯ̋̍̿̑̇̎́͘͜͜͜į̛̌͒̊ͦ͏͇̬̠͉̣̲̕f̨̡̨̮͈͉̤̯͎̼̤͎͉͖̜ͥ̓̆͘͠e̡̡͍̳̩ͨͩ̊̄͋ͯ͞!̈̊̿͛̌͊ͮ̏̓͒́́͞҉̥̬͕̪̞̘͎̪̻ ̸̬͔̝̘ͣ͛̓͒ͧ̀̑͂͊ͯṪ̸͈͉̬̰̙̼̼͔͓͉̩͔̦ͯ̐́͗̃̈́̓̋ͨ̾̓͐̋ͭ͌̈́͑̒̀͝h͈̺̫͖̟͓̰͈̖̘͚͖̝͉͎͛̒ͦ̑͘e̡̳͙̜̻̟̠̘̪̮͐ͦͥ̄ͤͣ͘͟ ̵̵̩̭̞̤̞͕͖̙̗̫̹̽̉ͩ̀ͪ͆̓ͯ̐̃͑̏̆ͦͥͮ̽͘͡w̶̧͎͙̟̪̙̝̙͒̾̀͑ͯ́͠͞o̢̱̜̼̖̜͈͕̙͕͔͐ͦͧ̈̈́͛̐̑ͧͥ̊͒͛̒͑͐̾͝ŗ̬͎͇̮͎̹͇̟̘̥͙͔̣͍̌͛̊ͬ́ͭ͋̌̏͑̍͘͡ŝ̷̵̳̖͕̩̺̙̪̩̲̠̦̮ͣ̂̅̈́ͮ̓t̵̶̝̝̪̼͊͋ͬ̓ͭ͐̋ͥ̉͊ͭ́̄ͫ̈̒ͧ́ ̸̹̩̠̬̠͇̼̗͕̽͂̅́̚͡o̸̷̢̻͖̲̳̰͎̻̻̼̼̩̦̼͎̊̋ͪͣ̅̚f̢̋̅͗̇́͂̄̔̂̀́͂͒͆̅͏̞͍͓̭̹͔͎̠ ͂ͧ̿̊͒̓̚͞҉̣̤̙͈͖͓͈̖̺̜̪͟͜ͅp̸̮͓̙̹̳͔̖̩̂ͣ̐ͧ̏͜u̸̱͎̯̙͍̭̳̪̞̭̩̟̓ͫͪͥ̌̀͢͜ͅn̡̥͚̲̼̝̲̟̤̪͍̠͖̹͍ͨ̓͋̀ͩͬ̔̌͢͡͝î̤̞̦̣̫̘̖̦̟̗̹̩͈̳̘͚̈͊͊̒̊ͩ̓͌͊ͣ̒̽̋̾͑̄̈́͠͡s̴͎̻̯̦̿ͥ̈́̎͛̏́ͯ͊̓̿̈̎͂ͣ͟h̋̾ͩ̃ͦͦ̿ͣ̇̉͗ͮ̚҉̛͚̖̯͙̪͈̞̺̭̞͕̠͍͙̫̼̝͇̕m̶̧̬̙͔̰̖͓͖̯̳̼̜̖͓̯̼̜̜̮ͥ͆ͯ̇̊̊͑̍ͧ̄̕͘͟ę̨̗̩͔̩̥̇́̆̈́ͮ̇̐̆͛̑̽̑ͤ͋͛͌ͪͤ̚n̵̶̷͎͉̞͇͔̯͛ͮͫͩ̐ṯ̶̸̤͍̠̮̩͇̱̳̪͉͕̦̼̲̪̄͆̋̋ͭ̈́̑̕s̰̤̗͔̱͎̟ͣ̒͂́ͭ͗̏͑͘͘ ̷̧̨̜͉̠̹̮̙̼͛̍̒ͤ̄ͩ͊ͦͭͭ̌̽̓̆͌̽̾͢s̵̶̴̰̹̮̜͈̑̄̑̐̈ͪ͛̒ͮ͛̓̀ͫ̎́͠h̨̲̞̱̥̞̖̰̙̜̳͈̦͇ͭͫ̄̔̋́̌͗͜͟a̧͍͔̥̯̤̗̲͔͕ͨ̃͆̾́͟͟͜ͅĺͨ͛̍͊͂ͭ́͑ͣ̓̋͐̉ͦ̕͏̴̰̱͖͍̭͈̩̜̹͚̰͎͔͔͎̹͖̞͇͘lͤ̾͂́͊̏̅ͫ̊͆ͣ̊̃ͭ̚̚҉̧͜͜͏̼̰̲̞̜̬̠̣̟̯̬̼͙̫̺̭̪͕ ̶̡̩̪̼̘͚̞̽̿̌͛̎̇̕t͈̝̯͔͇̝̤̳̤̫̤̳̖̘͎̠̤ͦ̏̉ͭͦ̒̈̉ͧ̈́́͘͟͢͞ä́͑ͧͦ̇ͣ̋ͨ̍̇͌͒̀ͤ͆ͪ̌̀҉͏̸͖̭̳͉͎͚̖̜̗̤͓̳̭͖k̤̹͖̼̺̦͙̮̖͎̬̘̙͉̙̖̠ͭ̎͗̆̏̌ͬ͗̎̾͗̚͢͢͞e̵̷̜̺̩̮͙̥̮̙͔̥̎͐͗͂̃͂ͪ̓͘͢ ̯̼̭̰͔̝͑̔͌͋̂̏͆̄̂̇̐͛̋͐ͧ̈́̕͞͝p͚̳͈̱̬̬̮̤ͫ̔̓ͨ̾̄̒ͪͯ́͢ͅl̶̵͛͗̍̔͒ͨͦ̈̚͜҉͙͕̰̯͓̺͎̗͎͉̫͓̞͕̯̩a͛̍̂̀ͮ̈́ͭ̈͑͒ͭ҉̨̰̣̱̥̥̕c̛̩͔͍̪̪̻͉͔̟̱͖̜̳̟̆͂̐̓ͤͯ͆̚͢͠͠ͅe̶̶̢̨̳̲͍̲ͩ̈̎̒̏͐͆̀͗͊͞!̴͇͈̦̤̩͇̖͚̞̦̗̦̟̳̤̲ͪ̓͂̆͞ ͌̌́̂͋͑͘͏̣̩̺̩̱͈̻͕̺̘̻͙̠͘͝Y̶̸̨̗̣̼̬̣ͨͤ͊̊̉̍͢Ơ̛͈͉̣̗̗̰̱̫͈̯͒ͮ͗͆̿̄ͨͨͮ̒͊͞U̢̳̮͓̖̟̗̱̤͍͈͖̝͇̥̩̙̹͚͍̾ͣ͛ͬ͆ͣ̉ͭ͊̌̄̚̕͟͝ ̴̢͈̻̝̗͙̗̠͇͙̘͈͈ͥ̒ͦ̌͌ͯ͑̌́̄ͧͩͫ́̚͘͜W̵̧̦͍̣̯̦̭̝̯̯̩͎͙̠̮̔͑ͩ͌͛̔͛̽́́ͅI͗̽̿̍̓́͛ͩͩ̍͞͏̱̜̫̟̳̭̙̪͔L̴̞̲̦̭̰͕̖ͨͨ̐̔̒̃ͯ͐̄̄ͨ̓ͪ͂͑͘͡͡L̷̲͓̘͙̦̫̼̯̖͖͖͚̪̤̂̅ͩ͋̓̕ͅ ͗͊͂̈́̆̆̚͏̨͇̳̩̗͕͉̞͓͈͎̭̱̼̙͢ͅṖ̸̷̾̅ͣ̒̒̕҉͍͙̞̗͖͕͚̭̫͇̦̜̫Ę̫͚̼͕͉̤͙̤̄͐ͭ̃̋ͣͥͧ͟Ŗ̳̳̲̝̩̬̤ͧͧ̽͑ͧ͂̓̿ͥͫ̌͡͠͠͠ͅI̵̶̠̞̮̥̦̖̼͌͗ͤ̾̆̌̔̑̓̾̃̋ͨ̀Ș̴͚̖͕ͭ̿̓ͦ́̕͞H̛̏ͤ̈́̀͢҉̯͇̫̪ͅ!̵̢̩̣̤̝̮̖̙͙̺͓͓̯͇̲̞͖̟̩͙̈́ͮ͆ͦ̌͗ͮ̎̄͗̊̚ ̸̨̫͈̱͕̣͚̩̘̣͙͇̹̫̲͕͛͑ͯͯ̉̔̾͢͞I̢̡̝̰̠͉̲̎̿ͥ̉̇̎̉̌ͯ̋̍ͧͦ̈ͬͦ̉̐ͫ͜ṉ̺̯̝̠̫̭̝̱̠̼̖̲̱̯͕̇̒ͫ̑ͪ͌̓̅ͪ͐́ ̡͆ͩͩͤ̓͗̔͏̠̪͚̟̝̩̮̥̦l̬̟̞̩͓̩̱͓̭̻̻͕̬ͮ̌ͪ̿̈̽̀ͧͬ̔̚͢ͅḯ̵̢ͪ̑́̔ͯ͟҉͙͙̹̠̝̪̠̮͚̭̗͓̰̥̹͙ͅk̵̴̩̞̠̼̝̠̪͉͚ͨ̏͌́ͪ̾̃ͫ̍̋ͩ̿̈̎ͪ͞͡e̵̜̺̘̱͒ͯ͊̆ͤͧ̊̀̕͟ ̸̶̱̖̯̩̒ͦ̈̓̿̏͌ͤͮ̒̐̕͞i̮̩͉̫̫̘̖̪͍̳̭̙̫̫̠͖̜̩̱̐̄̑ͮ̊̃ͦͯ͑̅ͦͬ͘d̵̲̹̙̫̣̪͓̺̩̘̰̜̠͌ͫ̒ͣ̔̋ͤͭ̍̽̇ͩ̐̕f̴̡͔͍̯̘͍̯͕̟̲͍̳̼͌̉̈́ͦ̓ͦͦ̎̊̀̏k̴̷͔̗̳̝̯̮̖̩̥͓̟͇̤̮͎̞̀̍͂ͯ̐̀̿ͥ͒̆̚͢
6115893 OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!!!!!!!!IM IN HEAVN SO MUCH TO EAT!!!! OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNONONOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
6115966 Hahahaha XD!
plz plz let Prier and Culotte from La Pucelle Tactics show up. I know Prier was a optional boss u could summon in Disegea 2
6116109 Sorry, they won't show up. Unless I do extra chapters after it ends.
6116111 Sorry, he won't show up until the extra chapters.
6116136 np i just like prier personality and move set
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Let's make a comment about the story then!
Wanted to ask what Zuku looks like in the sense of, is he a mineature Night/Bat Guard?
Like the idea of an underworld police and will track it to see how things play out!
6118152 Yeah, she's like a night/bat guard pony.