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[b][color=A30000]Level:[/color][/b] 1 (9/10 EXP)
[b][color=A30000]Location:[/color][/b] Sandswept Sky - Sweet Canyon - Parnasse
[b][color=A30000]Word Count:[/color][/b] Less Than 750 Words (+1 EXP)
[sub][b][color=A30000]Interaction:[/color][/b] N/A[/sub][/center]

Silence fell upon the village of Parnasse into the late hours of the night, broken only by the sporadic and distant chatter of those still awake from the center of the small settlement. Had it been easier to sleep the young boy might have rested, except Laharl was afraid of waking up in a different place again and less so because he felt nervous around such strange people in a place alien to him, but he was also cold from hours of lying in the debris of the house he had been trapped within.

Shivering the boy finally sat up and looked around, and saw nobody. Everyone had moved on and forgotten about him, it was probably the best decision they could make. A few lights were on in the streets, but the remains of the house he sat in as well as those around it were bathed in the cool pale light of the moon hanging high in the night sky.

Shuddering he rose up on his hands and knees, while he was reminded by the memory of a much brighter light that suddenly consumed everything in it's path. It was a painful thing to see the expression of his vassal Etna looking truly afraid as she was blown into nothing by the light.

Sniffling as he rose out of the house, Laharl blinked back tears as he couldn't show his weakness to those around him even if it seemed nobody was watching. Overlords were supposed to be strong, and weakness like emotions had no place in the Netherworlds.

Slowly he climbed up the gingerbread houses remaining wall, standing intact with a portion of it's glazed rooftop. Laharl sat with a sigh as he watched some people interact with each other, it was a little amusing and helped the boy smirk a little.