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He sat on his throne, resting his head against his hand, drumming the other. Currently, Kelda and Juno were having a yelling match, their shrill voices reaching new heights. Most of his minions were bouncing around, placing bets. Gnarl at his side, as always, rubbing his hands. Obviously rooting for a fight where clothes tearing would ensue. Dark Fay was making snide remarks, not helping the situation in the least. Probably hoping they would off each other and leave her as his Mistress alone.

Kelda brought up his childhood, how she had always been loyal to him. Which was true, in a sense. She had been around the longest, served him the longest. He should have had some sort of special place for her. But he didn't. He was allowed all three. Why would he have to choose which to keep? Which was better? It didn't matter. All three loved him. Adored him. Each had said so. And even if they didn't, they still would remain. He had all the power. He had all the riches. They wouldn't leave, no matter if there were two others or not.

He could still remember his childhood. Nordberg. The icy town he had grown up in. He wasn't raised there. He was raised here, becoming the Overlord for the thrown. Hearing the tales from Gnarl about his father conquering the demons of the abyss. It was a lovely tale, one he was planning to out do one day or another. He hoped his father would actually return from the abyss, so that he could simply off his head and take over that as well. But at another time, he thought.

Growing up in Nordberg had been a fun experience. Especially after his mother had gone. He hadn't known it then, but he assumed now she had been going to look into the exploded Tower. By the time she had returned, he had been abducted to become the Overlord since she was no longer protecting him. The other children had been fun play things, but he was glad he had gotten out of there when he did. It would have become dull rather quickly.

He could still hear their voices sometimes, taunting him with that "Witch Boy" name they had decided on. Very few had ever known his real name. Very much fewer now. But he was almost willing to bet Kelda knew. She stopped herself from using it. Though he knew it was sometimes hard, she often lost the ability to think coherently on certain nights. But she had always been a smart girl. She never once uttered it. Not within his hearing. And his minions were his ears, whether the girls knew it or not. They were loyal to him.

Juno slapped Kelda, earning a snicker from Dark Fay. Juno had never really been able to keep up with the other two when it came to witty remarks and comebacks. Something both the others took advantage of. But, then, unlike both of them she was rather good pissing them off just by standing. Her existence just annoyed Kelda. Dark Fay probably wouldn't have paid either of them a thought if they hadn't been his. Under his helmet he was able to watch the display with humor and a smile as the fight ensued. He had always been hidden. Hadn't ever really thought about it really. His mother had just always dressed him where he wasn't seen, besides his glowing eyes.

It scared the other children, and so he had kept at it even after she had left. He did so love to traumatize anybody in Nordberg. Which quickly labeled him as a demon witch child, and he was hated. He hadn't minded much. He had fun. But little love, and like any child he had missed it on some nights. He missed his mother's strong, but gentle arms. He had missed the warmth of another body, and her voice. She had always been the only one to stand beside him. To root for him, or to talk to him without scorn. Until Kelda had come along.

But Kelda was in no position to ever support him like that. She had simply adored him, helping him along the way in traumatizing the children. A means to an end, at that point in his life. He had wondered at that point why she was helping him. But watching her now, he saw his mother in her, in a morbid sort of way. He had since Gnarl had told him about his mother falling in love with his father. He didn't trust her because of that. Because of what his mother had done. Because she had tried to stop him. But Kelda didn't seem to notice, had spat at his mother for her absurdity, and things remained the same.

Which was half of the problem, he thought. He would grow lax like this. And somebody would take his head. With nothing to conquer and nobody to fight, he would not be at his full strength when the time came. Though where the Tower was now, in the flaming pits, he didn't worry so much about a hero storming through demanding freedom. And coming through the portal was foolhardy. Most knew that. He would admit any rebels were smart enough not to take arms against him. Just try to run. But that could change, he thought, watching Kelda try to break Juno's arm.

Gnarl was talking to him again. Not that he was listening really. But he pretended to, and that was enough for Gnarl. He was simply commenting no doubt on the fight. Which was good and fine. He was watching, so he'd know what he was talking about should he bring it up again. Suddenly, he realized what it was that made him so annoyed. Could he have been bored? Was that it, he thought, closing his eyes. Was that what this feeling was? He hadn't ever felt it before. That was for sure. Boredom, he thought, rolling the word around in his mind. He did not like it. Eyes snapping open again, he rose from the seat to his full imposing height.

"My lord?" Gnarl said, wringing his hands with a smirk. He knew. That old goblin always knew. The girls stopped on the floor, staring up at him. With adoration, respect, some lust, some love, and a healthy dose of fear as well. As it should be. But he didn't respond. He didn't have to talk. He extended his hand, and the amber gem on his gauntlet let out its own, low, song. All his minions cheered all their attention on him now. He was more important than the girls. As it should be, he thought again.

He took the steps to the portal slowly, he had no need to rush, walking passed the girls without a glance. Kelda stood from Juno, dusting off her clothes and rushing to see him go. As did Juno, fixing her hair and adjusting her breasts in what support they had. Dark Fay was the closest though, and the first to speak. "You are leaving?" He didn't respond. He didn't have to.

"When will you return, my lord?" Juno said in her usual, sultry voice.

"When he is done," Kelda said in a huff to her. "Stop questioning him." She always seemed to get it the fastest. Juno was almost considered clingy. Dark Fay just had to know. Wanted control. Even over him, at times. Though he put her in her place. But Kelda seemed to understand. Probably came with putting up with him as children.

They walked passed the musicians, who started to play a departing song for him as he walked to the center. It was Gnarl who stopped him, walking out slowly. "My Lord," Gnarl said, and he stopped. Didn't turn, didn't even look. But he stopped. That was more than most could claim. "The gnomes have once again tried to rise against you. They swarm Everlight. I had just received the news."

Dark Fay laughed at that, throwing her head back and hiding her mouth behind the back of her hand. "Those fools. To think to stand against you again! How impudent they are!" Kelda stared at her hard for a long moment, before turning to him with a smile.

"Squash them Dark One." Juno probably said something as well, but he wasn't listening anymore. Had stopped before Kelda had finished. Instead he had already stepped to the portal, departing. He now had a destination in mind. And that was enough for now. Somebody to conqueror. Something to dominate and destroy. That was his desire at the moment.

First and possibly only Overlord fanfic I write. I love the games, but there isn't much there for fanfic. Especially if I wanted to remain true to the Overlords personality (what is given) so... yeah. Hope people enjoy this! Reviews always appreciated.