[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210311/cef7f0174d2fe77b652e412a4fa97c69.png[/img]
[b][color=A30000]Level:[/color][/b] 2 (10/20 EXP)
[b][color=A30000]Location:[/color][/b] Sandswept Sky - Al Mamoon
[b][color=A30000]Word Count:[/color][/b] Less Than 750 Words (+1 EXP)
[sub][b][color=A30000]Interaction:[/color][/b] [@Potemking][/sub][/center]

Cheese Legs was finally returned to his rightful owner, the sight of affection between the beagle and his owner made the demon prince uncomfortable but not sick to his stomach. Laharl felt a little more understanding of the relationship between a pet and master but he didn't get time to think it over as the distant sound of commotion and smoke drifting from the tops of a distant building, but there was something else...
[center][h3][color=A30000]* * *[/color][/h3][/center]

Laharl assumed from the state of Team Yellow that the battle hadn't gone in their favor [color=A30000][i]'Idiots probably screwed everything up, buncha incomp-'[/i][/color] and then Laharl saw [i]him[/i]. [color=A30000][i]'I won't be upstaged by this foureyed freak, even if he is another Overlord.'[/i][/color] the young demon pushed a few pedestrians gawking at the destruction the supposed hero's caused, ignoring their protestations Laharl simply flipped them off and went on his way to the spectacled demon. 

[color=A30000]"Hey foureyes in what kind of Netherworld are you Overlord? The library world?"[/color] Laharl couldn't help but laugh at the other demon who looked like a complete dork to him [color=A30000]"I am Laharl Kriechevskoy, son of King Kriechevskoy. Who the hell are you?"[/color] crossing his arms Laharl asked.