Here's the final chapter, it's not has exciting as the others but, at the end is a sneak preview of the first half of chapter 1 for the next story. Enjoy!

Chapter 14 - Home Sweet Home.

Flonne looked nervously between her father and Laharl who both were staring at each other intently.

"Let me get this straight…" said Terl in a low voice after Etna, Jennifer and Gordan had explained everything from Flonne coming to the Netherworld and to the day she turned into a fallen angel.

"Flonne turned into a fallen angel because she harmed another angel?"

"Well yes, but she had no choice really. That Vulcanus guy order them to attack us!" said Etna with her hands on her hips.

Ozonne looked at Flonne and gave a sign.

"Come on Dad, it's hopeless. Flonne's never coming back. Even if she could she won't come." said Ozonne looking at her father.

Terl suddenly spun on the spot to face Flonne, Flonne gave a little jump and swallowed hard.

"Flonne, do you really want to stay here? Surrounded by demons?" there was a slight hint of pleading in Terl's voice, as if he wanted her to say no.

"Yes." said Flonne looking straight into her fathers eyes.

"I love the Netherworld, I want to be here and spread my love. This is my home now, I'm surround by people I love and call friends."

In the background Laharl rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but hide a small smirk.

"This place is wonderful father! It's nothing at all what the other angels said. I have seen demons that are capable of showing love. I have even seen love between a demon father and his demon son." Flonne said happily, her hands clutched together in a silent pray.

Terl looked at his daughter intently and then sighed, he closed his eyes and smiled.

"I knew all alone that you were never coming back."

Terl looked at Laharl and his face grew dark.

"You better take good care of my daughter Overlord, because if not, I swear I will bring every angel down from celestial and destroy you"

Laharl instantly grew angry, he took a step towards Terl and bared his fangs.

"How you speak to me like that!? My top vassals are always safe while they're with me, ever speak to me like that again and it's you who going to be destroyed!"

Terl's face grew purple, his hand went straight to his sword but before he could pull it out his wife Erl, quickly placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and shook her head.

"Come on honey, it's time for us to go home." said Erl's tender sweet voice.

"But!" stuttered Terl looking between the bemused looking Overlord to his sweet beloved wife.

"Come on Dad. I'm getting tired. I want to go home. I'll be seeing you soon Flonne." said Ozonne trying hard to smile as she turned towards Flonne.

"Bye Ozonne. I promise I'll write to you this time." said Flonne as she got up and strode across to embrace her sister in a warm hug.

"Damn right! I expect a letter from you every week!" replied Ozonne smirking.

"Goodbye sweetheart, no matter what happens, both me and your father will always love you. We're so proud of you."

"Thanks Mother." smiled Flonne as she also embrace her mother in a loving hug.

Flonne pulled away and looked at her Father with round eyes.

Terl shuffled his feet and made no eye contact, just as Flonne was about to turn away sadly he looked up at his daughter and opened his arms.

Flonne rushed forwards and slammed into him, both father and daughter hugged each other tightly.

"Promise me you'll stay in contact." whispered Terl.

"I promise." said Flonne, a single tear leaked from her ruby eyes and ran down across her rosy cheek.

They broke apart and everyone including Laharl stood by her side and said their final goodbyes.

It was night time and Flonne stood staring at a stone door, the stone door that lead to the Overlords private chambers. Ever since she had said goodbye to her family Laharl had disappeared into his room and hasn't come out since.

With a deep sign and a thumping heart she knocked on the door and entered.

Flonne looked around as she walked further in the room, she couldn't see the Overlord anywhere.

"Laharl?" called Flonne nervously. There was no replay.

Flonne looked at the large stone coffin in the centre of the room, with a deep breath she kneeled beside the coffin and with trembling fingers reached for the top.

The top of the coffin flung out and a pair of strong arms shot out and grabbed her. Flonne scream with shock as she pulled onto the coffin and the lid slammed shut behind her.

In the pitch blackness came Laharl's voice.

"I see you finally came."

Even in the darkness Flonne could hear the smirk in his voice. Then suddenly she felt her face burn when she realised she was on top of the Overlord.

Strong arms wrapped around Flonne's tiny waist, pulling her closer to Laharl.

"I glad your alive." Laharl whispered. Flonne smiled and leaned down, brushing her soft lips against Laharl's.

"Me too." she whispered sweetly and pressed her lips against his in a gentle kiss. Laharl kissed her back eagerly, his hands slowly caressing her.

Flonne may had tried hard to deny that she was in love with him, but every the whole Chaos thing she could no hide her heart, her love for him.

After a good few minutes of kissing they finally broke apart.

"Can I stay with you tonight?" asked Flonne.

"I… I don't know. If anyone one sees you with me, my reputation might be ruined. I don't want anyone to think I'm going soft." said Laharl.

Flonne's face grew sad, with a sniff she tried to sit up and open the lid to climb out, but Laharl quickly grabbed her arms and pulled her back to him.

"But that doesn't mean you have to go yet love freak!" grinned Laharl and he pulled her into another kiss.

Flonne melted in his arms smiling happily as she felt his tongue slid into her mouth.

She may be a former Angel but, bless the prinnies she's in love with the Overlord.

Her Overlord.

Since both demons were hidden away inside the coffin making out, they weren't able to see a lone demon standing outside the window.

Buku breathed heavily on the glass, his eyes showing nothing but anger, sadness and jealously.

With one last look at the stone coffin, he spread his demonic wings and took off into the night sky.

~Sneak preview of next Story ~

It had been ten years since the incident with Chaos, ten years.

Flonne looked up from the toilet that she held in a death grip, her face as pale as chalk, tears streaming from her eyes and bits of sick clinging to her bottom lip.

Ten years since she and the Overlord had grown close, close enough that within five years their relationship turned to that of a sexual nature.

She was ashamed, both her and the Overlord were still young for demon standards and yet they started to have a sexual relationship.

She could always remember the first time they did it, There was so much pain, and she was so scared. But afterwards it became pleasurable, it became one of the most greatest things she did, that she shared with the Overlord.

Suddenly Flonne bent over the toilet and a wave of bile gushed out of her mouth and into the already dirty water.

Flonne wiped her sweaty brow as she flushed the toilet, she must be coming down with something, for the last couple of days she had been waking up in the morning only to be violently sick. Always in the morning.

Flonne started to think about Laharl, her eyes suddenly began to water in sadness and pain.

Only a few days ago when she down in the village, she had came across a couple who were arguing loudly. The female demon was ranting about how their relationship was a lie, a big fat lie.

"I've always said I love you! Always! But never once have you ever repeated that to me!" screamed the female demon, and when her partner failed to responded she gave him an almighty wallop across the face.

It suddenly struck Flonne that she had never heard the Overlord utter those very same words she always told him for the past ten years. I love you.

That night Flonne cornered Laharl in the throne room and asked him if he loved her. Laharl sputtered as his face turned red, "Don't be stupid Love Freak!" he muttered angrily.

"Then say that you love me." pleaded Flonne. "Please!"

Laharl looked at her with a angry expression. "No! I hate that word and everything to do with it! I'M THE OVERLORD DAMN IT!!!" and with that he strode from the room leaving behind a shocked fallen angel whose heart she felt has been broken in two. Their relationship was a lie.

The memory finished as Flonne burst into tears and fell forwards clutching the toilet again. She loved him, oh yes she loved him so much! She told him everyday that she loved him but he never said those words back to her.

Their relationship was a lie.