I know I must not be the only one around here who's bored~ I'll tell you all a little story, and maybe you'll forget about your boredom for just a little while. ♥
Once upon a time, long ago and far away, there lived a witch. This little witch fell in love, as many humans do. However, this witch fell in love with a demon--a king, in fact. This witch believed that everyone had love, even demons. So the demon king and the witch were married, and they loved each other very much. For a time, they were happy.
And then they had a son. ♥
Now, the witch wanted her son to grow up to be loving and good, so she always scolded him when he acted badly. And one day he got very sick. So sick that he was going to die! The boy's parents were worried, and nobody could find a cure for him. The witch knew how, though, and even though the demon king tried to stop her, the witch loved her son so much she was willing to go through with it anyway: sacrificing her life for his.
So the witch died, and the boy was saved by her love.
But then demon boy decided that love was why his mother had died, and so he stopped believing in love.
Poor Laharl, so convinced his mother died because of love that he rejected it entirely. It makes what she did entirely pointless, doesn't it? ♥