Demons Have Love Too [Completed]

[overlords_wrath]

Characters: Larxene, Laharl, and some Dusks at the end
Content: Larxene's very unhappy with having been hurt in her recon mission. But, lucky for her, she gets to mix a little revenge with work. Much to Laharl's ultimate dismay. He's helpless to defend himself from her.
Setting: Unknown.
Time: A few hours after this thread.
Warnings: Torture, trauma and just all kinds of ...yeaaah.



The Overlord wasn't completely sure what happened after he'd fallen over and couldn't get up. Larxene had been standing over him. Taunting him. Blackness enveloped them... then... he wasn't sure. It was foggy, much like his head was now. It felt like cotton was stuffed in his head. He was aware and awake, for the most part, but he felt sluggish.

He was laying on something hard. Cool. A.. table? How had he gotten there? He tried to raise, but found none of his limbs wanted to respond. He wasn't bound by anything... Why could he move?! What... what had she put on that kunai? He wasn't sure, but he didn't like it one bit.

He didn't like feeling this, well, helpless. Damnit, how could he have been caught off guard like that? Damnit! And Flonne... Flonne was left behind as the medical center. Flonne... Not to mention Etna. She was going to be so pissed... damn. He was on thin ice with her as it was.

He forced his eyes open and tried to look around. What was this? Some.. sort of lab? He had a bad feeling about this.

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Larxene winced as she shifted once. He'd caught her in the tail end of the blast, and she'd still have to be doing more. More research, more torture. She couldn't have been more delighted, under normal circumstances. However, now, her body was screaming for a day's rest. Perhaps she would petition Xemnas for such at a later time... After Laharl.

Speaking of which, he was awake now. She giggled, leaning over him from her chair. "Mm, how are you doing Laharl-sama?" she asked, completely ignoring the gag around his mouth. If he hadn't noticed it yet, he would soon.

She wanted to watch his expression. Watching the pain and suffering of others made her feel alive, if only for a moment.

[overlords_wrath]

He glanced over at the voice, and looked away just as quickly. Larxene. Just the person he did not want to deal with. Not when he was like this. She'd done this to him! Anger swept through him.

Anger shifted quickly to surprise as he went to try to respond. He hadn't realized he didn't even have use of his mouth. His foggy mind had not detected it, but now he was well aware of his lack of ability to speak. He could only let out an uncomfortable sound through the fabric.

So he glared, crimson eyes boring into her. Fine? No, he couldn't say he was 'fine', even if he could speak it.