Hello everyone and welcome to my newest story. I know a lot of people are probably waiting for the newest chapter of Heiress of Blades but I'm having really bad writer's block in that department. So I decided to write something new to try and get the creativity flowing again and this one has been kicking around my head for a while now. Before anyone asks, no Naruto will not be the Overlord, he'll be his best friend. This fic will be drawing on a lot of fantasy based things like Warcraft, Lord of the Rings, and Warhammer in bits and pieces even Total War Attila in away, but a lot from Warcraft. I really hope people enjoy this because I will be asking for help from you, the readers, at certain points for input or choices. Please enjoy and don't forget to follow, favorite, and review. Especially review. No flames please.

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"demonic/powerful talking"

"demonic/powerful thought"

Chapter 1: The boy with glowing eyes

Along a well-traveled road in a forested land, a woman trudged her way to the nearest settlement. She wore a dress meant for a colder environment that seemed well worn. However, her outfit was torn and ragged. Blood, both old and new, smeared the once lovely garment. The woman's face could have been called beautiful at one point, even holding some beauty now, but travel and hard times left circles under her eyes and a wiriness of someone who had not slept in days. If that wasn't bad enough, she had arrows in her back and gashes along her arms and torso. A bloody, intricately crafted axe hung limply in her right hand as her left cradled a baby in a red cloth.

Her name was Kelda. Kelda of Nordberg, the first mistress of the Overlord. At least that's how it was for a time. Her happiest moments were with her beloved Witch-Boy and other mistresses who also fancied him. Twelve years of a solidified power basin her love ruled in domination based fashion. Thralls of dominated subjects worked and toiled in his dark name. Heroes came to challenge him, but all met terrible and sometime hilarious ends by him and his army of minions. Even if the world saw the kingdom as a place of great evil, and it was every now and then, there was a stability and peace that came with it that followed the chaotic collapse of the Glorious Empire. The tribute brought to him was invested back into the land and soon he no longer needed to dominate people to be given obedience and respect. And from his mistresses came the news of his secured legacy, his joy could be felt.

But that all changed when the Solarian Imperium attacked. Fanatics of the previous emperor's view on magic, they declared a holy war against the Overlord's domain. His subjects fought with vigor that won them many battles without the need for his presence or use of minions. But the Imperium was more devious than first believed and fought hard for a full year. Then they struck at the Netherworld Tower led by a corrupted jester minion that hadn't been seen since the Infernal Abyss incident. The Overlord fought bravely to see to it his mistresses, children, and minions escape as he held off the endless tide of fanatics. He died sitting in his throne, succumbing to his wounds after filling the room with bodies. The jester's was not among them.

Afterward the three mistresses split up to hide their respected offspring to seek vengeance for their fallen love. She did not know the fate of Juno and Fay, but Kelda had walked a long arduous road up to this point. She dared not stay in her homeland, as she believed the Solarists would look there for her first. Instead she took a bold move to come to the mystical Eastern Continent for her sanctuary. She felt that the land itself was ripe with magic, enough for anyone to use. It seemed like a good enough place to hide.

But the land was wrought with bandits and peril. The proud Nordbergian warriors she brought guarded her with great care on her journey, but they perished in their duty until she was left alone with her baby. Her unfocused eyes didn't even realize that she had found civilization in the forest and was walking through the broken remains of a city. Guards were too busy with their own people to notice the axe wielding woman staggering through the main road. Those who did notice her were the civilians, who shied away from the supposed crazed woman, and the secret guardians, ANBU.

One of them in a dog designed mask came near her. "Ma'am," he said trying to get her attention, "are you injured? Do you require medical attention?"

Kelda didn't hear him. She could only force her body to move forward…or stop forever.

"Ma'am, I'm going to ask that you come with us," a boar masked ANBU say.

He put a hand on her shoulder, only for her to collapse. Her grip on the baby in the bundle tighten protectively as she dropped to the ground, axe clanking on the road.

"Ma'am! Shit. Someone get a medic over her now! Ma'am listen you need to stay with me," Dog said.

Kelda looked at her child with a smile. "My little Folkvar. You'll make us proud. Mommy loves you so much."

And with that Kelda went limp and died in a land not her own. The christened baby Folkvar struggled in his red blanket to reach his mother to try and rouse her, but his mother bundled him tightly and the child couldn't escape. A cat masked ANBU went over to the struggling bundle and gasped.

"Dog. Boar. It's a baby," she said.

"Kid's probably barely a year old and he just saw his mother die. As if the Kyubi wasn't bad enough with making orphans here, now we've got an orphan who isn't even from the village," Boar said solemnly.

"What's with its eyes?" Dog asked.

They took a closer at the child. The baby seemed normal, but had some features in the face that said the baby was from a different land. Yet what stood out were the dull orange hair and glowing yellow eyes that gave off an unnerving presence.

"We need to inform the Hokage about all this," Cat said. The baby struggling in her grip to reach its mother. "I'm sorry little one, but she's gone."

Though there wasn't any crying, Cat saw tears coming from those glowing eyes.

Hokage's office

Hiruzen Sarutobi, the Third Hokage, massaged his temples at the news he'd been given. A foreigner had come into the village only to pass on from wounds she had received from bandits most likely. The coroner found evidence of exhaustion, both physical and mental, far above safe levels for a normal person. It was amazing that she could move with both injury and exhaustion, let alone walk even at a staggered pace. He supposed he could chalk it up to how far a mother will go for her child.

The child was another issue. Most orphanages were full of orphans from the Kyubi attack two weeks ago. And he had feeling he wouldn't be getting adopted anytime soon with those eyes of his. They creeped even him out.

"Was there anything on the woman that might help us locate his people?" he asked his ANBU.

Dog came forward. "These were on the woman's personage," he said, laying out the axe and some jewelry.

The Third was rather surprised at the items. "These are styles from the Western Continent. I never would've thought I'd see them this far inland."

"The west? I thought that was just a myth made by traders on the western shores to sell supposedly exotic wares," Boar said in shock.

"It is no myth. I've set foot there for diplomatic missions during the Shinobi wars. The land itself seemed to shut down my chakra to only a sliver of what it was here, unless we used chakra metal as a conduit. The only person I can think of that would be unaffected would be Guy. If they were to come to the Elemental Nations I have little doubt we would see bloodshed on a whole new scale."

"Should we return the kid, so not to make an international incident?" Dog asked.

The Hokage shook his head. "I don't think so. The woman appears to have fled the west to come here. And besides, we're fairly inland so we should be safe."

Cat cradled the baby, but it wouldn't fall asleep. "At least he isn't crying." "So what do we do about him?"

"The child should be placed in one of the few orphanages that still have space. Unfortunately the only place that has room is the one owned by Lady Moroka," Hiruzen said with some bitterness.

The ANBU also scowled in disapproval. It was no secret that Lady Moroka was a person everyone wished died in the attack. She was a bitter aging woman who spurned the children she looked after, giving them only the barest essentials. She even had a "Shit List" of those she especially disliked and would often beat. She rarely allow adoptions so the children were trapped there. And then there was that rumor about her connection to a counselor with a lot in his back pocket. That man was the reason the shinobi couldn't investigate, by claiming that shinobi had no right to disrupt the privacy of civilian affairs so long as they didn't hurt the village.

"Isn't that where the council put the Uzumaki boy?" Boar asked.

*sigh* "Regrettably yes. Dog, Cat I want the two of you to keep a close eye on Naruto and-"

"Folkvar, Hokage-sama. The mother called the boy Folkvar," Cat interrupted.

"Folkvar then. Keep an eye on the two of them. If you see anything suspicious, I expect you to take action," he said firmly.

"Hai Hokage-sama."

Five years later

Deep beneath the earth a creature with a hunched form sat in the eerily lit ruins of a place it had once traced before. A ratty cloak covered his form as a glowing gem dangled just above his head, giving off light. The creature was surrounded by other similar creatures only they looked younger. It stared at the armored corpse that sat on a once glorious throne with skeletons around it. The creature then crushed one of the skulls.

"Lousy Solarists. Heroes who hide their evil behind the name of that god crazed elf. Oh master you were one of the greats," it said to the sitting armor. "True you never slew a god like your father, but you did go out rather epically."

"WAAAAAHH! *sob*" some of the others cried.

"Ah well, we're back after our exile…again," it said looking over the ruins, "Those soldiers really did a number on this place. We'll have to go back to square one. Giblet, when you can, start making repairs to the tower. We should still have that crane around here somewhere I hope."

"Ah! Ah!" one came running up to it.

"Yes what is it Wreel?"

Wreel told it the news in their strange tongue.

"WHAT!? You found one of them? Well where is it?"

Wreel explained the situation.

"Eastern Continent!? Grubby, I need you to dig like never before, and this time make sure you don't go digging up another lava tube. Wreel, try to point out where you found him."

Moroka House

The children of Moroka House spent what time they had to make their depressing lives as happy as they could. They played ball, tag, even ninja to make some happy moments in their dark childhoods. While Moroka House looked impressive on the outside and a few rooms, everything else was skimming the minimum. Children would be rented out by Councilman Tori Onoko as labor for a week or two and then brought them back to buy another. Some were bought and didn't come back.

The money wouldn't go into the children's care, but into Lady Moroka's desires and vanity. She had expensive jewelry and clothes only nobles would wear. She went to various doctors to ensure that she stay as young as possible, even going outside of Konoha. It was days like that or the times the Hokage would visit that children had any sense of safety.

It was here that Naruto Uzumaki and others lived in dread of Moroka, but he was treated different from all others in the orphanage save one other. His earliest memories were of cold and hungry nights. When someone rented time for him, he was beaten cruelly and even attacked with weapons or set on fire one time. The narcissistic bat made a killing off of the villagers' hatred of him. But she was nearly caught last time by the ANBU that watched over the place more so than before since Naruto and another boy were brought here.

Folkvar was one of Naruto's few friends and a symbol of resistance to the other children in the house. Despite everything Moroka did, he never broke. She beat him, broke his bones, nothing made him make a sound and cry. His glowing eyes only stared back at her, promising vengeance for everything she did. He and Naruto had ways to subtly get back at the woman, like stealing things, hiding them, or pranking her. The boy kept the blanket of his youth and made it into a hood that covered his face and head making his unsettling eyes all the more pronounced. Only two others in the orphanage chose to bond with them

Tenten always kept her brown hair in two buns and served to keep the two boys on a metaphorical leash between pranks to keep them safe. She hated how weak she felt compared to the adults around them. The only time she felt truly secure was with a 'weapon' in her hand.

Their other friend Lee was a hard worker, striving to become strong enough to maybe keep Lady Moroka away from his friends. He had big eye brows and black hair. He was often doing pushups when no one was looking.

The four friends sat together wondering what would happen to their group now that three of them were six years old. Things happened to the other kids at six years old.

"Whatever the old bat's got in store for us, we've got each other's backs," the young blond said.

"That's right my friends. We shall not let them separate us no matter how sinister the plot," Lee stated with conviction.

Folkvar nodded. He rarely talked in full sentences for as long as they had known him, and would only say his name, their names, or spoke a few worded sentences. "Plan?"

"Yeah we'll stick with the plan if she thinks about hitting us again. Though I gotta admit, I'm not eager for either option really," Naruto said.

"I wonder where Moroka is now?" Tenten wondered.

Unknown

"I don't see why the evil eyed brat is so interesting Onoko. I thought for sure that the Kyubi brat would be who you'd be after," Moroka spoke to the councilman, "We both felt the power that Nine-tails had. What makes Folkvar so important that we need him on our side?"

"That is none of your concern right now. But needless to say it would make things progress more smoothly if we had him with us rather than against us," Tori Onoko said.

"Fine. Fine. So the plan's to convince him that if he signs the agreement to work for you, I'll back off and leave his little friends alone."

"Then we sick the villagers on them for being 'demon lovers' and you're thousands more wealthy."

"And you'll give me what I need to stay young forever?"

"Yes. Yes. You'll get what you want. In fact, this is just a sample," Tori says as he pulls out a tube of glowing green substance. The woman takes the tube.

"So do I drink it?"

"Yes."

She brings the tube to her lips. "Wait. Is this high in calories?"

"Hmm…maybe," the councilman shrugs.

She chugs down the mysterious drink. The effects are immediate. Her energy spikes up and her skin tightens to how it was years ago. Her veins burn with power and glow the same color as the drink. Her eyes are alight with the same color.

"Oh my," she says in a more seductive voice, "you weren't kidding when you said it was powerful. Now back to business, what if the kid rejects the offer?"

"Don't worry my dear, I have some incentive for him."

Tori then takes out an axe that hadn't been held in five years. The restored woman looked at the design and fine craftsmanship. "It's an axe. So what?"

"This axe was his mother's before she died. Imagine what it would mean to for him to have something of his mother's."

"Oh I get it. Well, I'd better get the mob together. Can't wait to see the look on those other brats' faces as their 'pillars of hope' get killed and bought off right before their eyes," Moroka said, a sway in her rejuvenated hips.

Tori's eyes glowed with blazing evil energy. "Yes," he said in a demonic voice, "Such wonderful misery. It will be delicious. And a brat with his blood in his veins shall make a most excellent pawn for me."

Later

Naruto and friends, along with every other kid in the orphanage was in the main room since Lady Moroka had called them. They were rather nervous because every time this happened, someone would be taken away and might or might not come back. They lined up with everything each of them had to be called possessions in little bags they either made or scavenged in case they were picked.

Lady Moroka sauntered in with an important looking man that many of them come to know/dread. Tori Onoko came in with a brief case full of money, as they had seen before. Yet for some reason, Folkvar sensed something about Moroka that he had come to sense in the councilman. An energy of sorts. Dark and twisted that seemed to tickle him a bit.

"Aright kiddies," the woman said in an overly sweet voice, "You all remember Onoko-san. Say hello."

"Hello Onoko-san," the children droned in subdued tones.

"Hello children," he said with a fake smile, "Today I have wonderful news. I will be adopting one of you lucky children into my care."

They youths started to mutter to each other. True Onoko was not their first pick, but the very idea of being adopted gave them great hope.

"I've decided to take little Folkvar. Lady Moroka, would you get the necessary documents?"

"Right here Onoko-san," she said cheerfully. She laid the paper on a smaller desk for the children to sign it at a more comfortable height. "All Folkvar has to do is sign right here."

The boy didn't move, his glowing eyes were scanning them.

"Hmm, not convinced," she pouted, "Oh I bet it's because of your little gang here. Well I'll tell you what, if you sign then I promise not to do anything to them anymore. No more beatings, no more purchasing them, no more anything."

The boy still did not move. He was put on guard when she offered a too good to be true deal.

The councilman stepped forward. "Perhaps I can offer something also," he pulled out the axe, "This axe I acquired through various means to gain its possession. I also found out that it happened to have been on your mother's person the day she died in the village. If you sign, it's all yours."

Folkvar's eyes were drawn to the axe. He could feel a connection to that intricate weapon. His mother held that weapon, probably wielded it too. Here was a piece of his ancestry, and they were dangling it in front of him like a carrot. His hatred for the pair only increased.

"Folkvar, you should take the deal."

The boy spun to his blond friend. "Come on man, none of us have things that our folks had. Now there's one right there for you, you can find out where you came from. Don't worry we'll be fine."

Naruto grinned with Lee and Tenten giving a supportive look. Folkvar turned back to the two adults and stepped forward. He looked at the paper, but couldn't read it due to Moroka's refusal to teach them basic literacy. He reached out to the ink bottle and picked it up. He poured the ink onto the papers, staring down the pair as the contents smeared the pages beyond recognition.

Both adults let out sighs of disappointment.

"Well I can't say that wasn't surprising. Oh well, I guess we'll have to go with plan B," Moroka said as she snapped her fingers. The room was soon filled with villagers with various tools and weapons glaring angrily at the children, more specifically at Naruto.

"I was going to wait until Onoko-san took little evil eyes away, but this can be just as fun. Hahahaha," the woman cackled.

The children cowered behind Folkvar, Naruto, Lee, and Tenten. Folkvar snarled in anger and disgust at the situation. The councilman stepped forward.

"I wonder if it would be considered irony to be killed by your mother's axe Folkvar. I can almost see her look of-"

Suddenly the ground trembled, causing the mob to pause briefly.

"W-what's that?"

"Earthquake?"

Then something sprang up from the ground. A massive claw seemed to burst from the crust of the earth, causing the building to break apart and the people to become scattered. The claw flawed out like a hand with a glowing blue spot in the center. Four smaller claws popped out near it, with only the whitish-brown one glowing and more pronounced. Creatures soon hopped out of the small claw in loincloths, furs around the neck, and carrying clubs.

Folkvar and the others recovered to find the strange things looking at them with their yellow eyes, but more so at him. He looked down to see his mother's hand axe had fell out of Tori Onoko's hands. He grabbed it with two hands, feeling the connection to his ancestry and a desire to plant it firmly into something living.

"Oh~" the creatures looked in awe of him. One spoke out, "Master would know how to bash."

"Bash them master!" another cried joyfully.

The councilman staggered up only to receive a glancing blow from an axe. The axe's Netherworld origins had a greater effect than realized by the young orphan. The man clutched the wound as the creatures cheered in the background.

"What the hell is going on here!" boomed a voice. All turned to behold the Hokage and some shinobi as his guard of ANBU around the scene.

"AHHH! Damn you, you little brat," said a demonic voice. All looked at Onoko's face was burned off at one side, but instead of muscle and blood there was a darker looking face. Baleful eyes glared angrily at the axe wielding child as a clawed hand covered a half a horned face. "You've ruined everything. This is not over boy. But before I go, Enrage!"

The villagers in the mob soon sprang to life with red eyes that promised pain. Some charged the ANBU, while others charged the orphans. Ten villagers charged the frightened youths. As this was going on, a black cloud covered the councilman and then took off out of the village.

"Master would command minions," a creature said.

"Command us master!" another pipped in.

Folkvar looked at the so called minions and then at the charging adults. He pointed at them and called out, "Charge!"

The minions surged forward whooping and hollering with excitement. They proved to be rather proficient with their clubs as they swarmed the onrush. They joyfully killed them with vigor and then some cast aside their clubs to pick up weapons that were brandished claiming them as spoils of war.

Lady Moroka threw a flaming ball of demonic fire at the ANBU and Hokage, killing and unaware ANBU. She cackled with laughter that teetered on the edge of sanity as her veins and eyes glowed with the same color as the fire.

Folkvar turned to his compatriots. "Naruto. Plan."

"Right," the blond said pulling out a bottle of alcohol that he stole from Moroka's stash. The bottle had a cloth sticking out the top of the opening. Tenten was given it and prepared to throw it.

"Lee," she said, "light it up."

"…What?" he asked.

"The lighter. You're supposed to have the lighter," Tenten responded.

"I thought that was Naruto's job!" Lee exclaimed.

Folkvar became annoyed very quickly. He thrust his left hand out and shot lightning at the cloth, causing it to light. This action gained the attention of those around him and the minions were ecstatic.

"Oh~. Master used magic!"

"Magic! Magic! Woo!"

"Tenten!" he urged.

Moroka turned to see the group of friends and more importantly something of her's. "My booze!" she snarled as she threw more green fire.

Tenten dodged and with the marksmanship she was becoming known for, threw the flammable concoction at the woman. Fire covered the woman as she cried out more in outrage than in pain. Gripping his mother's axe in two hands he turned to Lee.

"Lee. Throw."

Lee was confused but nodded anyway.

Moroka was furious. The plan went south in a way neither she nor Onoko could've foreseen. Not only that, but the interference alerted the Hokage to what was happening. She was ruined in Konoha. And she was on fire now from her own alcohol. The fire burned her, but only her clothing was really affected. The flames soon dissipated enough to see young Folkvar coming right at her, axe raised high.

He slammed his axe deep into the wickedly powered woman and dropped off, leaving the axe there. Moroka screamed in agony as the axe's innate ability caused the demonic energy to backfire. Energy spilled from the wound and from her body in general. Folkvar could only brace himself at the outpour.

"Folkvar!"

Suddenly he was tackled out of the way by Naruto as the energy finally reached its breaking point and exploded in a white light.

As the light died down everyone saw Moroka laying down gasping as the axe was still in her chest. She suddenly seemed to age very quickly as the demon power left her, leaving a barely living husk. Folkvar picked himself up and went over to get his axe.

"I-It's not f-fair," she gasped. "I-I was supposed t-to live eternally young. T-This wasn't meant t-to happen."

Folkvar grabbed the axe and pulled her brittle form sitting up. He leaned in a said, "Pay back's a bitch."

He then gave a vicious, for a five year old, kick that managed to free his axe. Moroka fell back and the last of her flesh became ash, leaving behind only a skeleton. Folkvar raised his axe and the minions cheered, soon followed by the orphans.

"I would like to ask again: What the hell is going on here!" the Hokage bellowed, breaking up the cheers.

"I believe I can be of some assistance," a voice said. All turned to see another minion, only wearing a cloak and was noticeably older than the others. He looked over the crowd and locked his gaze on Folkvar. "Greetings young Master. I am Gnarl. Allow me to assist in explaining the situation to the old human."