As the cold washrag was put over Laharl's head, he continued to moan as he woke up. He slowly opened his eyes, still a little sore from his fatal battle. As he looked, he saw Saria looking down at him from the bed. She had a few bruises and cuts, but was smiling a bit.

"Well, look who finally woke up." She said a little cheerfully. Laharl just moaned. "You were a real wreck when got to you. You had stabs and wounds all over." She said, sitting in a chair next to him. As Laharl tried to lean up, he grunted as he put his arm on his chest. It felt a little weird to him though as he touched it, so he removed the covers and looked a little shocked. On his chest, he was bandaged all around his stomach, and a little bit across his heart. Trying to get up, he saw the bandage start to turn a little red, indicating it was bleeding again. Saria looked a little worried, gently pushing him back down on the bed.

"You really shouldn't get up you know? The wound isn't fully healed, and you're going to bleed to death at the rate if you keep this up." She said a little worried. Laharl just moaned as a reply.

"Where's...Flonne?" He tried asking, still a little bit of moaning in his voice. Saria just grew a depressed look on her face.

"We're afraid...she's been captured..." Saria said a little sadly. Laharl's eyes went wide as she said this.

"What?!" He shouted as he remembered everything that happened. He tried getting up again, using his arm to push him up. But he wasn't able to get half way up before collapsing from the wound again.

"Like I said, calm down. Etna is with Flonne....wherever they are. But there is some good news though." Saria said smiling a bit.

"And what would that be?" Laharl asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know how, but apparently the poison is gone. You're cured." Laharl looked at her shocked as she said this, then remembered the vial that Etna shoved in his mouth, realizing what it was.

"Look, I appreciate the help," Laharl said lying, "but I need to get going." Laharl said removing the covers getting up. Saria was about to argue again until she got an idea.

"Ok then Laharl." Saria said smirking. "I'll make you a deal: If you can go through the door from the bed, you can go. But, if you can't, you have to stay till you're healed."

"That's it?" Laharl said surprised. "This will be easy." He said as he got up from the bed, landing on his feet. He wobbled a bit, grunting as he tried to get his balance. Saria looked at him, surprised that he kept trying to move. As he took a step toward a door, he limped a bit. As he kept walking, his feet continued to hurt. As he was just a foot away from the door, he tried raising his arm to open the door with the handle, but he found it hard just simply lifting it because of the wound. Before he could open the door, his hands just inches away from grabbing it, he collapsed, groaning as he landed straight on his stomach, causing him to gobble in pain.

Saria just sighed. "See? I told you you need more time to heal." She said as he lifted him. She walked back over to the bed, and set him back on, putting the covers back on him. "You don't need to worry. I told the assembly the entire situation. They'll let you participate in it, AFTER you heal." She said as she walked away. As Laharl watched her leave, he started to think about how weak he must be not being able to rescue Flonne right in front of him.

As he dozed off, he had a nightmare. He had no idea where he was. He just looked around frantically before he realized he was holding his sword. As he tried to move it, he felt that it was stuck in something. As he turned to look, he gasped as he saw Flonne on the other end of his sword. The blade pierced right through her heart, and blood was dripping from her mouth. He screamed in terror realizing that he had just killed her before he woke up screaming in the middle of the night. Luckily, no one heard him, as he was breathing heavily from the sudden nightmare.

"Did I really kill her?" He thought to himself. "Was it just a dream...or is that really going to happen?" As he dozed off again, he thought back onto how Flonne is currently doing...

In the Alternate Netherworld, lighting scorched the ground, as all demons in the other Netherworld were twice as strong as the ones in Laharl's Netherworld. But the greatest of them all was the Fiend of Terror. In his castle, a small rattling noise could be heard...

In the prison of the castle, Flonne struggled with the chains attached to her feet. The chains made it impossible for her to escape, let alone the prison. As much as she pulled and yanked, they stayed in. Then, she heard a demonic laughter right outside the cell. It was the prison guard, a Sea Dragon.

"Eh heh heh, well aren't you a little cutey?" He said grinning as he opened the door. Flonne looked at him scared as he opened it.

"Please let me go." She asked, backing up to the wall as the guard neared her.

"Oh, don't be scared, I'm just gonna have fun with you." He said as a smile grew on his face. As he raised his arm to grab Flonne, Flonne covered herself crossing her arms over her head. All of the sudden, she heard the demon screaming in pain. As she looked, she saw a long spear impaled through the demon's arm, jammed into a wall. As she looked, she saw it was Etna who just rescued her.

"If you so much as lay a hand on her, the arm comes off." She said to the demon with a glare on her face. The demon screamed more as Etna removed the spear from his arm.

"Why you little wench!" He shouted in anger at Etna, as he got to his feet ready to attack. Etna took a defensive stance, ready for anything.

"That's enough." A mysterious voice said as it came closer. Flonne couldn't see who it was for a few seconds until it came in front of her cell. Flonne gasped as it was Seta.

"Seta!" She said standing , a little cheerfully at this. Etna just put her arm in front of Flonne, as a sign that she shouldn't get any closer.

"It's not the same Seta you once knew Flonne." She said a bit depressed. As Flonne looked, she could tell Etna was right. Seta's eyes were glowing yellow with hatred. And there was a dark ominous aura surrounding him.

"Yes...she'll be perfect." Seta said with a more demonic voice into it. Flonne could tell from the face alone that he was being possessed.

"Does it have to be her? Can't we use someone else?" Etna asked, a little beg fully.

"Of course not. What better person to posses than the one Laharl loves?" Seta said as a creepy smile grew on his face.

"Well not until I have my fun!" Shouted the Sea dragon, which was changing glances between Flonne to Seta. Seta just shot an angered look on his face as he glared at the Sea dragon.

"There will be no touching her." Seta shouted.

"But sir..." Was all the Sea dragon could say before Seta drew his sword out of his sheath. That was all Flonne could see him do before Seta put his sword back in. As she looked at the Sea dragon Seta was glaring at, he was trembling as Flonne could see a line growing right in the middle of the Sea dragon. Within seconds, the Sea dragon exploded. Flonne and Etna looked a little shocked.

"Let this be a lesson to you Etna if I find out you betrayed me." Seta said shifting his gaze to her.

"Y-yes sir." Etna said softly as Seta walked away.

"What's going on?" Flonne asked scared.

"Just do as you're told Flonne..." she said a bit depressed. She kneeld down to Flonne next to her ear. "I'll try to find a way out of here. Just play along until then." Etna whispered. As she walked away, Flonne was in deep thought as to whether or not Laharl was still alive. Tears started to fill her eyes as she kept thinking about it.

Back in the other Netherworld, Saria was talking to the assembly until they heard the door burst open. Laharl was standing there, leaning against the door. Saria could see the wound starting to bleed again.

"We...need to...talk..." He said panting.