Disclaimer: I don't own overlord so yeah there you go…I'm safe right?

Author's note: Hi guys this is my first fan fiction this is a pretty exciting piece of mine. I've been working up the courage of actually writing a up a story about my beloved Overlord game, I mean the idea just came to me a while back I always wondered what kind of hero was the Overlord like. I'm talking about their rise to power and their utter fall. So there, I hope you guys enjoy my story if you don't then…don't come back you ass rofl jk but not really.

The Rise and Fall

Chapter 1

The dark arcanium overlord sat triumphantly upon his throne. He not only cheated the abyss not once but twice. First it was the old overlord trying to reclaim his throne by possessing the wizard and having Razoron claim his title of overlord to get rid of the other seven heroes. It was an ingenious plan on the old overlord's part but he failed to account for Razoron's skill and utter stupidity of the minions of following any armored man who waved a big sword around. Everything ended as it should have. There could be only one evil overlord who could reign supreme and in the end Razoron proved that the sword is mightier than a piece of wood.

Second time he cheated the abyss was actually entering into the abyss. When the abysses began to emerge from the ground there had been a sudden decrease in labor among the peasantry. The new overlord investigated the openings to the next dimension to find his peasants under someone else's iron hellish heel oh and also huge wraith army controlled by a…forgettable oh I forget myself sometimes…a something I think…hhmmmm…oh right the forgotten god. Razoron however couldn't pass up the opportunity of ruling hell itself and increasing the torture of the former heroes and companions well five of them anyway. Jewel was still locked tight in the iron maiden still suffering from Gnarl's "treatments". Razoron shuddered at the thought of Gnarl "treating" a female prisoner. And the wizard who lost himself to the old overlord which was never really technically the wizard…well anyway he sucked all the power off the old geezer and moved on not even remotely worried if the old wizard where to resurface again. Though what proved problematic in the that infernal abyss was…he was trapped in there for three months after defeating the old god and becoming "THE LORD OF THE ABYSS"

"Controlling a damned army of wraiths is very imposing" Razoron mused

As the Evil Lord of Darkness thought to himself a brown minion chasing a rat fell down the full flight of stairs leading to the spawning pit. Gloob whimpering out a goofy "I'm okay"

"But minions are hilarious!" Razoron thought laughing underneath his helmet.

In the time after filling the new position of overlord he had become the undisputed ruler of the land. Rose, his tower mistress, sat carefully in her lord's lap to avoid the spikes on his metal plating that would tear her summer dress loose exposing her three month pregnant belly and she would HATE if things got disorganized now that the land was exclusively her lord's. Rose looking at his helm noticing his glowing eye slits staring blankly out the columns.

"What troubles you Milord?"

He turned his imposing head directly at her shifting his head to appear to studying her as if for the first time. His eyes were always telling of him whether they glowed or not it had intensity she had not felt since the first she met love a long time ago in a young hero far away but she loved him exclusively for all the power he had given her she felt it was only fair and organized.

Looking at her, taking in all of her beautiful face. He loved her. Love. That was a complex word in the word of overlording. Being the overlord he was a bastion of pure evil corrupted by the blood stains of the innocent, bringing peasants to their knees while his boot was surely crushing them to show his dominance to quell any kind of rebellion. He would kill without mercy, kill without regret, and kill without a doubt. There was no room for such a weakling emotion in his line of work when he must show domination to all the lands surrounding his tower and eventually the world will feel his iron grip. Seeing this young redhead maiden in Castle Spree it brought feelings of…love, a disgusting word gnarl once mentioned "it makes you do anything for your 'wench'"saying in disgust "when your wench should be doing anything for you she's suppose to cook and clean while real men do all the smiting, they should all be relegated to even lower and menial task! Hmph!" (A bell rings) "Coming mistress the tea is ready oh and I won't forget the biscuits" answering in a subservient tone.

Razoron removed his helmet revealing a handsome man in his late twenties despite his corrupting presence and darkness pulsing through him. His skin was still unaltered by the constant fighting in the campaign against light or sort of light considering that most the heroes were corrupted but whatever let's call it the campaign against the stupid that seems more appropriate. Any who you dare oppose the Overlord would surely pay the price.

"I remember who I was"

(8 years ago let's say 5 years was the corrupting phase of the seven heroes and the Razoron was in a coma in this length and the other 3 years is their rise into becoming heroes)

The young knight glistening in his custom-made armor (be imaginative in how it looks like) grinned triumphantly at his handiwork. He had disrupted the bandit raids on spree and he had lit their whole base camp ablaze. A tremendous feat. Of course though stockpiling oil, ale, and fireworks together isn't the most ideal combination of loot especially when a magic user charges in with a fireball in one hand and a sword in the other.

"Stupid bandits," He muttered leaving towards Spree.

"ALL HAIL THE RETURNING HERO OF SPREE!" The dark ruborium man proclaimed "ALL HAIL RAZORON!" there was a roar of applause from the estatic villagers.

"Aww Archie you flatter me but shouldn't you be doing something for me?"

Archie looked at him confused and partially worried for not having to paid a kindness to their hero of Spree "and what that might be my young friend" asking nervously

"Well…you should be pouring me a drink!" Razoron laughed

Archie rolled his eyes "right come on in then," and added loudly "the first round is on the house!" the villagers roared again with approval

Later that night

Night had fallen, it had been several hours since the first round and Raz began to feel the numbness tingle in his left hand from the drinking contest that several drunkards challenged him to, who were now all laying on the floor face first. The young barmaid walking to Razoron with a drink in hand "Here's your drink sire," batting her eyelashes "now is there anything else I can do for you" she purred.

"Well there is a certain 'release' that…"

"I'm sorry but he's preoccupied with a proposal I have" an aged voice emanating from a hooded figure. The young maid walked away disappointed but not even daring to look at the mysterious stranger.

"Well then take a seat and tell me of your proposal…wizard?" Raz asked casually.

The wizard was caught off guard at his immediate response. The wizard scrutinizing the young knight with a piercing gaze Razoron merely shrugged, "Don't flatter me wizard you stand out worse than paladin in a dwarven tavern." Wizard began to open his mouth but still was interrupted "Really did you think you could pull off the whole ominous look without drawing attention for lord sake's you have a staff with a freaking crystal ball on top of it glistening with light magic and not to mention your white beard reaching to the bottom of your robe I mean please wizard I maybe a valiant knight but I'm not as clueless as a paladin trying to 'get it on' with some harlot." Ending with a mischievous grin on his face.

The wizened old man smiled "impressive for a nineteen year old but please call me 'Defeld the Wise'" Defeld bowing his head ever so slightly.

"Call me Razoron the…"looking thoughtful "um…well something I haven't figured that part out yet."

"I'm sure you'll think of something but I have an offer that you will most definitely agree to!"

Razoron nods his head slightly

"Well in our quest against evil our tale will be sown into the hearts in mind of all the people of the land. They will greet you in kindness, you'll be a hero for all eternity never ending for the gods will see fit to bestow upon you the…"

"Just get to the part where you'll ask me to join you in your righteous crusade against the overlord" Raz said mockingly

"Well then will you Razoron raise your blade and magic against the dark overlord and bring peace back to the lands!"

Razoron leaned back into his chair stroking his adventurer's beard (5 o'clock shadow). He stopped to look straight into Defeld's eyes and straightened in his chair and simply said "No."

Defeld was shocked to see a valiant albeit unorthodox knight was refusing can offer to fight an evil that has plagued the land for far too long. The first Overlord was threatening to destroy the entire world by consuming the land in fire of his hatred for all that stood for fluffy. Fortunately the first overlord was eaten by a giant weasel. Though his successor has the same evil agenda of conquering the land with the minions at his beck and call. They seem to be an unbeatable fighting force and any foolhardy "Hero" who dare stood against the Overlord ended up in the bellies of minions with their heads mounted in the Overlord's trophy case.

"B-b-b-u-u-t why won't you join us, o-o-our cause is just and this evil must be eliminated!"

"Because," he wore a face that betrayed any previous joyous emotions, "in this world there must be a balance. For every good, every fluffy sheep hopping happily in the grassy field, there must be a conniving wolf hiding right behind the riverbed for that sheep to come to it to starts its carnivorous rampage on the flock." Raz relaxed back into his chair "luckily sheep are stupid, they mate so fast they're only good for prey for the world." He lifted his hand to eye level and twirled his index figure around the bar. "All these peasants in here are all sheep, you and I Defeld; we are the Sheppard protecting the helpless and utterly stupid sheep from the Predatory wolf. I say we've been given a good hand. There's eight Sheppard and yes I am including myself, that protect the flock as best we can. The Overlord isn't overly demanding of the peasants he just wants a few slaves and a tribute every so often. We just make sure that no more wolves try to scavenge off the alpha dog and I said the world needs balance. Even if we manage to enter the dark tower, even if we manage to fight off his minion army, and even if we manage to kill the Overlord another would take up his mantle and the cycle of overlords begins anew only this time he'll be tougher than the last. Bbbbuuuuuttttt if you want me to join you so badly all you have to say is the magic word." Raz smiled and closed his eyes

Defeld was shocked at the momentous speech that he managed to conjure up within a small amount time. Thinking to himself "it must be an arcane phrase he wants me to recite to prove the significance in our quest"

"I got it…is it Delu Habrin Katu!"

"Nope."

"Cess Sut Tess"

"What?"

"Allakazam!"

"Hocus Pocus." Razoron laughed while rolling his eyes.

"It can't be that obvious!"

"Maybe it is?"

"After your little speech you would be willing to go for this!?!?"

"Mmmaaaayyyybbbeee"

"Fine, would you please come with us on our quest."

"See now that wasn't so had, I'd love to go. Now if you excuse me I have a fair maiden to rescue from a boring evening." He said before leaving the table.

"Quite the strange one he is" Defeld thought to himself "Quite the strange one indeed."

End Chapter 1

Author's note: Yeah that's the first chapter guys hoped you liked it. I know I did. Please review and tell what you guys think. If there's a lot of hate I'll stop writing :*( but if there's a lot of love :D I'm sure I'll speed up writing the next chapter.