Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans or Overlord, Soul Calibur IV, Fable, Legacy of Kain, The Legend of Dragoon, plus more. They are the rightful property of Cartoon Network/DC Comics, Namco, Triumph Studios, Lionhead Studios, Silicon Knight/Crystal Dynamics, and Sony Computer Entertainment.
A/N: This was inspired by reading some fanfics based off the hit video game: "Overlord." I just got into the game myself and just got the second one for it: "Overlord II" This takes place right after "Teen Titans: Trouble in Tokyo" and "Overlord: Hell Raising". If none of you are familiar with the plot of that game, I'll give you a short version. Basically, the Overlord from the first game goes around his conquered land dealing with gates from The Abyss, and in term, re-battling all the previous fallen "Heroes", and finally the Abyss Lord, but in turn was trapped in the Abyss and made its new Lord. Unbeknownst to him, though, was that his mistress, (Rose or Velvet: whoever you pick as his mistress in the game), is pregnant with his son.
This story is my take on that child and what happened to him and what he will become…for better or for worse.
Also I want to add that this will be a dark-based story and a harem will be developed throughout the process of the story, so anything can happen. So if anyone has a problem of their favorite character turning dark or any sexual interaction, then please refrain from reading and pick something more to your taste. This is the only warning I will give and if I receive and negative replies, then I will feed them to my Minions …they like negative thoughts, tastes like chocolate to them.
(Giblet: YAY!! Chocolate!
Gubben: Plz, can we have some now!?
Moldy: Yes, yes, can master give us some chocolate. Chocolate so yummy!
Gnarl: SILENCE, you imbeciles, can't you see the master is trying to give very important news to his subjects…Dah, I mean readers?
Lord Darkmoon: (shaking head in irritation.) Gnarl, I thought I asked you to keep those three fools locked up until after the announcements?
Gnarl: I'm sorry, Sire…Giblet and Gubben found out Moldy's head was a perfect bludgeon for ramming the door down...Which they used him for right after they heard you mention chocolate…Umm, you wouldn't by chance have some, Milord?
Lord Darkmoon: (left eye twitching but summons up a dozen chocolate bars.) Have at it…
Jester: Thank you, Lord of sweetie treats!
Lord Darkmoon: (Narrows eyes) Gnarl…
Gnarl: Yes, Milord?
Jester: Go hang Jester by his small toe at the highest point of the Tower.
Gnarl: (Clasping his hands and then quickly grabbing a few chocolate bars for himself.) With great pleasure, sire!)
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"Normal Speaking"
'Normal Thinking'
"Soul Calibur Speaking"
"Demonic/Soul Edge Speaking"
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The Boy who will Rule
"Hurry, my Mistress, hurry! They are coming! We must see that you and your child are away!" said an old, high, scratchy voice, pulling on his mistress's hand as he led her through a secret tunnel.
"Why are they after us? We didn't attack them!" said a feminine voice that at one time may have lured a man to do anything she desired, but now age had weight that voice and soften it with fear. She clutched at a small bundle of cloth close to her chest, within the soft crying of an infant could be heard.
"There's no time for any of that now, my Mistress!" replied the old voice. "We must get you and the child to safety before it is too late!" The owner of that voice hobbled next to his Lady, but seemed to be shrouded in shadows, save for his yellow glowing eyes with something like a lantern hanging over his head. The only other noticeable figure about him was that he was very short, only coming up to his Lady's knees.
They ran further down an old, moss-ridden tunnel until they came into an old huge cavern, where a hidden port rested at a rocky edge where the ocean licked at it. An old warship was already being prepped to launch as the two made their way to the port. The old one that spoke helped his Mistress onboard the ship, but he himself did not get on.
"…Wha?" said the Mistress before the old one held up a wrinkled hand.
"I must remain and see that the Lord's heir has something to return to, my lady," the old one sighed, bowing lowly to her. "It would just not do for the next lord of darkness to return to a pile of rubble. Please, be safe on your journey, my Mistress."
The woman nodded and clutched the small infant closer to her. "I will…Gna--!!"
The cavern suddenly shook from some tremendous force.
The old one looked hastily around the shaking cavern. "Blast them!" He pointed at some bizarre little yellowish-brown creatures that were running around in fright on the dock, who were responsible for the prepping of the warship. "Browns! Get her Ladyship and the infant lord out of here! We must see to their safety!"
The brown creatures immediately forgot their fears at the solid command from the old one and started working getting the warship to leave. As soon as the last rope was untied and the warship was away from the dock, the little creatures ran down below deck, where soon huge ores popped out of the sides of the warship and started rowing the warship out of the shaking cavern. The Mistress watched from the wheel at the old one as they departed for a land unknown. The old one waved to her one final time and wished for the first time in his long life for the protection and well-being of his Mistress and his master's heir.
The old one shook his head sadly and quickly turned to the few brown creatures that remained on the dock. "Okay, you puss-sacks! We got work to do!"
The brown creatures saluted their superior and scurried away into small holes hidden in the cavern walls. The old one stroked his long, grey goatee and started to hobble to one of the small holes. "Yes, we must prepare to the return of the boy…the boy who will rule all…as you did once our lord."
Unknown to the old one, as soon as the warship reached the ocean, a wicked storm had greeted it and was throwing everything it had at the vessel. Lightening blazed all around as the wind tried to knock the occupants onboard over to be taken by the unforgiving sea. The Mistress was holding on dearly to her child and was trying to make her way down below to wait out the worst of the storm, when a dark figure appeared in her path. It was dressed in black robes with a silver helmet decorated with spiky horns.
"Y-You!" gasped the Mistress, gazing in disbelief at the figure blocking her path. "You…you cannot be alive!"
"What you think matters very little…I want the child," the dark figure said in a cold, raspy voice, reaching out with a spiky gauntlet hand. "Give him to me and I will let you live…"
The Mistress backed away from the dark figure. "Never…I won't let you use him as a tool!"
"Foolish girl…you had your chance," the dark figure said as it brandished a black longsword from the sheath hidden in its robes. The sword immediately began to glow with an eerie evil light. "I was actually going to keep my promise…but your defiance has cost you any mercy from me…"
It raised the sword up to touch the flat of the blade to its forehead and positioned it to strike her. But before it could, a brown creature with a jester's hat and wand had jumped on top of the figure's head and began beating its wand on the figure's shrouded face.
"You no hurt the soon-to-be boss, blacky!" it hissed, banging harder on the figures head.
The dark figure let out a frustrated roar and swung his sword wildly around him. The Mistress was unfortunate when she tried to take advantage of the distraction and run. Just as she was about to try and get around the dark figure, he struck at her with his sword, slicing her along the back and leaving a deep gash in its wake. She cried out and fell to the deck, dropping her child by accident.
"No!" she cried, as she watched the infant slide away from her as the ocean's waves tilted the warship, causing the infant to slide toward its side and most likely, its doom. The jester-like creature spotted the child and jumped off the figure and landed on its belly and launched itself on the wet, slippery deck toward the infant.
"No worries, Mistress! Jester will keep young master safe!" the brown creature proclaimed, and as it was nearing the child, it began speaking in a bizarre tongue and magic began to encircle it.
"Yes…Jester…get him…away from…here," the Mistress pleaded, quickly losing consciousness as her life's essence pooled out from her wound. "…Keep him….safe…." And she saw no more.
Jester had finished his spell just as he grabbed the bundle of cloth, and the two vanished from the sight.
"Damn you, you miserable wreck!" the dark figure cursed at the jester-creature. "You won't keep him from me forever! I will find him and I will have what is rightfully mine!"
The dark figure vanished as he had appeared, letting the storm do as it pleased to the warship. It forced it to rock back and forth before it soon toppled over and disappeared under the dark, cold water….
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Robin awoke in a cold sweat, not aware that he was reaching out to grab at the air. His chest heaved heavily for air that just didn't want to stay in his grasping lung. He soon calmed his breathing and rubbed the sweat from his brow and got out of his bed, not caring that his sheets were all over the room. For the last fifteen nights he had awoken to see his bed completely messed up, even one time he awoke to find his sheets all ripped up.
He grabbed his mask from his stand and put it on before he left his room and entered the bathroom down the hall. He went straight to the sink and turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face. It wasn't until then that he realized that his body had the shakes and he grasped the edge of the sink until they went away.
"….Why, why do I keep having that dream of her?" murmured Robin to himself, gripping the sink for dear life.
"You had it again, huh?" a familiar, calm, monotone voice asked.
Robin glanced to bathroom door to see Raven leaning on the doorframe, with a rare show of emotion on her usual stoic face. Although, ever since they defeated her father, Raven had been slowly opening up and showing the side she used to fight to hide. What's more she didn't seem to mind in the least that she could. In truth from her recent reactions since she defeated her father…she acted librated. And she truly was after she told her teammates her past and the kind of connection she had to her demonic father. He no longer could influence her spirit or mind, allowing her better control over her powers and in a sense, letting her be human.
"Yeah, same dream again," grumbled Robin, running a hand over his soaked face. "…Sorry, if I woke you up."
Raven waved it off and shrugged. "Night owl, remember? I'm usually up at this time." She looked more concerned for him and tilted her head. "..How far did you get in the dream?" She had trying to help him understand the cause of these dreams, but so far nothing he mentioned made much since other than he seemed to be witnessing a very important event. Each night, the dream would get longer and longer, but always left Robin waking up screaming.
Robin sighed as he straightened back up and ran his wet hand through his spiky locks. "I actually got out into the ocean on that boat this time…and there was a man…a really evil man…He…he killed the woman." He could feel his eyes suddenly water up behind his mask.
Raven gasped softly and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "…And the child, the one you said she was carrying. What happened to it?"
"…I think it survived. One of those weird little things I told you about…the funky looking jester. Anyway, it went after the child when it was sent sliding off the dock of the ship. It got to it and the two disappeared from sight, I think I heard it casting a spell, but it was too bizarre to understand…"
"It probably was, some spells aren't always spoken with a human tongue," informed Raven.
"I dunno, Raven…I just wish I understood why I keep having this dream…and why I feel like it's really important that I remember something," groaned Robin in frustration. He sighed once more and grabbed a dry towel to dry his face and hands. "You better go back to bed, Raven…it's late."
Before she could respond the tower's alarms went off.
"…I think it's a bit late now," replied Raven, quickly leaving to get wake up Beast Boy, knowing the green elf would sleep right through the blazing alarms, as he was a really heavy sleeper…and a loud one at that.
Robin shook his head and quickly ran back to his room to gear up.
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At the National Museum, a swarm of Slade drones were securing the building as their master roamed the place at his leisure. He knew it wouldn't be long before the Teen Titans would arrive, in fact, he counted on them making an appearance. This time things would be different and he would soon have the key to their destruction, and then he could take control of this city once and for all, then…conquer the rest. He walked calmly down the hall, eyeing whatever display that caught his interest and already planning on adding them to his own personal collection as soon as he established his goal. His cold single eye soon came to the display he had been searching for, the Tomb of Siegfried.
It was a brand new display that the National Museum had set up when this discovery was made. From what he learned from the report about the tomb, it was the resting place of a fable legendry knight who once wielded two mighty swords; one that was supposedly cursed while the other was pure. The knight only wielded the swords one at a time, having obtained the cursed sword first and was believed to have turned him into a fierce warrior that inspired terror to all he faced. How and why he broke the curse was still in debate, but the discoverer of the tomb believed that the knight realized he was being controlled by the curse, and thus, wanted to break out, which led him to seek out the pure sword to end the cursed one forever before it fell into the wrong hands.
But the fool who found this great discovery only got part of the truth.
The real story was that indeed, the Knight Siegfried, became a terror but not from some curse on the sword, but rather the sword itself. It was a demonic sword which origins were lost from the passage of time. It was only meant for one thing and one thing only, to bring death and calamity to the world. The knight was possessed and used by the sword to carry out its evil will, until its will was weakened by a traveling warrior who wished to see the blade and its host destroyed and wielded the spirit sword. In its weakened moment, the knight was able to cast the blade away from himself, and thereby ending its control over him…but the sword's will didn't stop there. So the knight sought out the sword that weakened the demonic sword and used it to stop the evil blade once and for all. But it turned out the two swords were intertwined, they were polar opposites. The spirit sword did not really destroy its evil one, but encased it in crystal along with the knight who it used to carry out its own agenda.
It would have encased the whole world in crystal had some mysterious figure appear and halt the spirit sword's power and contain it only to a tower where the two swords clashed for the final time.
The one-eyed villain also learned that the mysterious warrior sealed the knight along with the two swords within a tomb made of enchanted steel. But time and human curiosity revealed the remains of the tower and soon, the discovery of the knight's tomb. Now he stood before the tomb on its display stand, being illuminated by one single light above it, with a few huge photographs of the rumble that was left of the tower.
The villain admired the craftsmanship of the tomb, feeling slightly ashamed he was going to destroy it to get to what he desired within it. It wasn't like most tombs found, as this one was crafted for someone to actually stand inside it rather than lay as was the common style. Its metallic surface retained its color, as if it was freshly forged yesterday. On the front of the tomb, the lid, he guest, was decorated with two people fighting with the two huge words. On the left side of the lid looked to be the knight wielding the spirit sword. On the right, was a figure he didn't know, but this figure wore frightening armor and seemed to wield the demonic sword. His eagerness soon won over his admiration of the tomb, as he started toward the tomb, wishing to claim his prizes.
Just as he knocked the turnstiles that wrapped around the display, he heard the faint sound of combat taking place.
"A little too late, Robin…I have the keys to my destiny," said the one-eyed man with a cold, calculating voice, as he pulled an odd-looking device from his grey Utility belt and placed it on the tomb.
An electrical pulse immediately shot out from the device and encircled the tomb, canceling the old enchantments placed on it long enough for him to put a few explosives on the tomb. He backed away and activated them, watching in mild excitement as the lid of the tomb was blown off. When the smoke quickly cleared, his single eye widened in awe at the contents of the tomb, for standing proud as the day of his victory stood the Knight Siegfried himself in his crystallized form. He looked to be a truly powerful warrior from the look of his built and the now crystallized armor he wore. His face was slightly hard to make out as the crystallized form wasn't very generous, but he could just make out a long scar pattern running over his right eye down to his cheek.
The villain merely grunted. "…A powerful man, but still a fool in the end."
His eye quickly scanned the rest of the tomb and his eye widened in triumph. Lying in a criss-cross pattern at the knights feet were the swords. He quickly snatched the two swords from their resting spots and examined them. The spirit sword remained in its true form, as he guess it believed it was too pure as to not change as it did to its counter-part blade and the knight into crystal. The blade itself looked to be made of a denser form of crystal and double-bladed, with a glowing bluish-white orb resting in where the blade met the hilt, where a few spikes of crystal rose up to give the sword a more imposing form, and acting as a form of hand-guard for the wielder's hand. The blade itself was over six feet in length, another four feet when you added the hilt, and broaden out from the tip to the hilt, but it was as light as a feather in his grip.
He quickly gazed at the demonic sword and frowned. As the information he gathered proved true, the sword was indeed encased in crystal, but even in its state, he could see why this sword struck so much fear. Like its opposite, it was the same length and double-bladed, but in place of an orb was what looked like a living eye. The spikes that made up the hand-guard looked to be carapace, organic-like, as did the very blade itself, and like its opposite; it was just as easy to hold, even if its size would lead to believing otherwise. At the end of the hilt, though, was a small set of blades on each side of the end, giving this sword a more imposing, frightful appearance.
Looking at the sword more, he worried that it might be harder than he believed in using its powers. He had to find a way to free it so he could use both the swords powers to fulfill his goals.
"You will not free Soul Edge…it will remain trapped for all times…" a feminine voice echoed.
He stared at the spirit sword in wonderment before smiling cruelly. "We'll see about that…"
"I will not allow you to use me, your soul is too full of darkness," the sword replied coldly, as its orb began to glow and a white light began surrounding the villains hand…but nothing else happened. "What is this? My powers…."
"Won't work on me, you silly sword," chuckled the villain. "You see I made sure I could hold you without suffering the same fate you bestowed on your last wielder. Your powers won't work on me, not with the seals I intergraded throughout my armor. You're just a sword now and you are my sword to use as I please."
"You will fail, dark soul…you will never a get away with your ambitions," replied the spirit sword sternly.
"I can and I have…and to prove it, I demand you tell me your true name," commanded the villain.
The sword wasn't about to give in, but it suddenly felt its will suppressed and it gave into the command. "Soul Calibur…"
The villain chuckled coldly and gave the blade a practiced swing, already loving the sound the blade made as it cut through the air. "Now…I can begin my reign."
Unaware by the villain, a small figure was hunched behind one of the displays giggling excitedly. "…He might be the one…He's exactly the image of evil…..hehehehehe!" It peeked from its hiding spot at the intimidating one-eyed villain.
"Slade!" a young voice suddenly shouted.
The now self-claimed 'Slade' turned to the owner of the voice and narrowed his visible eye in mocking mirth. "Ah, Robin. I was wondering when you would get past my drones. You must be slipping if you couldn't handle that small force I brought." He was pleased to see the hero all alone, surmising the boy letting his teammates deal with the drones while he pushed on to confront him. His poor judgment and overestimation of his skills were about to do him in for the final time.
"Shut it, Slade!" growled Robin, and then his eyes locked on the two massive swords in the villain's hands, frowning. "I didn't think you were into antique weaponry, Slade. That's a bit low-class for you, isn't it?"
Slade chuckled coldly. "If you only knew what I was holding, Robin, you wouldn't be so bold…"
"Even if I did, I won't let it get in my way of stopping you!" replied Robin, taken out two Birdarangs and combining them, reconfiguring into a red-and-yellow bladed longsword.
Slade stalked away from the display and posed his new swords in an offensive stance, rising Soul Calibur up in front of him and Soul Edge behind him. "We'll see, but I will thank you, Robin. You've given me an excellent opportunity to try out their powers!"
He charged at Robin, swinging Soul Calibur at him. Robin ducked the strike and thrust with his sword, only to be blocked by the crystallized Soul Edge, then had to leap back as Slade kept spinning and slashed at him once more. Slade smirked at Soul Edge, glad that even in its state, it was still durable to use in combat. His musing ended when he quickly brought up Soul Calibur to block the vertical slash Robin aimed at him. He pushed the feeble weapon away from his elegant blade and chuckled.
"You will have to do better than this, Robin," sneered Slade, charging at him once more and jabbing with Soul Calibur.
Robin side-stepped the blade and was shocked when he was blown back by some kind of force around the blade. He was able to regain his balance before his head was taken off by Soul Edge and managed to stop the sword's progress. 'This one isn't as strong as the other…I'm guessing, Slade hasn't unlocked this sword's abilities yet…that's one relief.'
He started to push the blade away from him, when he caught sight of the weird eye at the center of the blade. For a half a second, he thought it was just an odd ornament for a weapon, but his thoughts changed when the eye began to glow.
Both combatants halted and stared at the demonic sword.
Robin took that moment to get a safe distance away from Slade. Just as he backed away, the faint light in the weird sword died. Slade stared at the sword for a moment before he began to come to a conclusion about the Soul Edge.
"…It seems it needs someone to awaken it," said Slade darkly, his visible eye narrowing in amusement. "So all it takes is a life to unlock this sword from its prison." He slowly brought his eye down on Robin and smiled behind his mask.
Robin felt his spine tingle in alarm from that look. "…Oh, great."
Slade came at him now full-force, no longer caring of toying with his one-time apprentice. He wanted the power in the sword and if it cost the life of his most disappointing rival…what better joy than to kill two birds with one stone, at least one literal bird in this case. He pushed Robin back with slash after slash; using Soul Calibur's powerful blows the most to weaken Robin's defenses.
Robin knew he couldn't hold out for much longer against Slade's almost berserk-like state. He was almost wild with his blows, not caring for the controlled, fluid pattern of combat he normally conducted in a fight. Now he moved like the madman Robin always knew him to be. It would have been a simple thing to handle, were said madman not wielding such powerful swords. The oddest thing was whenever Slade did use the evil-looking sword; it would shine with that strange light, that same light, seemed to drive Slade on faster to complete the wanted deed.
"I'll give your life to the sword! Then no one will stop me! I will conquer everything!" declared Slade, madness clearly shining in his single eye.
He spun on his heels, swinging both swords at Robin and in the process, breaking his longsword and knocking Robin flat on his back. Before Robin could attempt to get up, Slade slammed his foot on his stomach; forcing the air out of his lungs and making him see sparkles of light in his vision.
"We had a fun game…but it's become boring, Robin," sneered Slade, posing Soul Edge's bladed tip over Robin's chest. "But now I have what I need, and sadly, you won't be around to see everything you care for burned to the ground!"
Robin groaned and tried to free himself from under the madman's foot, but the cold tip of Soul Edge on his chest froze his progress. The eye on the sword began to glow brighter than ever before, and the crystal it was coated looked to be cracking.
"Any last words, Robin?" asked Slade coldly.
"…It won't end here, Slade," vowed Robin. "Someone will stop you, one way or another. You will be brought to justice."
"What heroic nonsense," growled Slade darkly, narrowing his eye in contempt at Robin and readied to thrust Soul Edge right through him.
Then the strangest thing happened, Soul Edge halted his arm.
"What? What is going on here?!" growled Slade, straining in frustration to plunge the sword into Robin. "I'm giving you what you want!"
Soul Edge began to vibrate with power, its crystalline form burst from a shockwave of red-glowing power, knocking Slade's hold on the sword free and sending him crashing to the floor.
Soul Edge floated over Robin as the crystal coating fell off it to reveal its true form. The sword was indeed demonic as its appearance made one to believe it was made from organic as well as metallic components. The eye in the center of the blade blinked and blazed red and looked down at Robin from where it floated, glowing brightly with dark energy.
"You…you are the one," a frightening, masculine voice growled from the sword.
"Uh…the one what?" uttered Robin, staring in puzzlement at the demonic sword.
"Heh, heh…the one I was truly forged for," replied Soul Edge, crackling with bluish lightening. "Our fates have now intertwined and soon…You will know your true destiny."
Robin had no idea what it was talking about, but before he could deny its claim, the sword suddenly plunged itself into him. Where it stabbed him, a dark light wrapped around Soul Edge as it slowly began being absorbed into Robin's body.
"Now we will become one! The land will once again quake with fear!" proclaimed Soul Edge as it continued to push inside Robin.
"NO!" cried Robin, clawing at the sword as it pushed deeper into him, trying to pull it back out.
It proved futile as the demonic sword was still being absorbed into his body, until it finally vanished from sight, leaving just a faint glow of dark energy where it merged into him.
"NO! We must not allow this!" roared Soul Calibur. "Dark soul! You must destroy that human before it is too late!"
Slade growled as he got annoyed by the sword's command. He squeezed the handle and stabbed its blade into the ground. "Understand this, Soul Calibur. I am the master, not you. I will destroy him as I see fit, not because of you deem it so."
He felt a sudden quake of fear from the sword. He gazed in amazement at the sensation and realized that the spirit sword was truly afraid of the transaction that just accord. It baffled the mastermind for a moment, until he suddenly heard a demonic-like roar rip from Robin. He looked up to see Robin floating above the floor and crackling with red and blue lightening. His roar began breaking glass cases around him, blowing over whatever wasn't bolted down on their stands. A shockwave of power erupted soon after from his body, blinding everything. The shockwave traveled throughout the museum and soon through Jump City, alerting every living person in the city.
Robin felt like his entire body was ripping itself apart and then quickly putting itself back together harshly. In way, that was exactly what was happening to him as Soul Edge was now reconfiguring his body into a much stronger one, it would not allow the body it merged into to be weak in any form. It strengthened his bones but making them denser to allow him to keep his agility, then it worked on making his muscles more coiled and durable, much like that of a great cat, which would also allow him to have form of grace and strength. Next were his organs, toughening them and even ridding them of whatever toxins or genetic faults they had. Lastly, were his senses which it enhanced to great degrees, but not enough to make it too painful for its host until he could adjust. As it did all this, there were some outward changes taken place, this was odd for even Soul Edge as it did not do anything to cause any outward changes…yet. After some time, there would have been, but as it merged with its host's soul, it found something of great interest drawing out to pull it towards it, a darkness one of which even in its long existence never imagined to reside in a mortal soul. The source slithered around Soul Edge, embracing it into itself, and for the first time in since it existence…it felt whole and satisfied.
On the outside with Robin, the first noticeable change was his hair. It bleached out to a fine platinum white and spiked upward in almost crown-like fashion. Then his skin seemed to darken to a dark shade of blue as veins of eerie blue energy worked their way over the darkened skin. Then his mask burned away as his eyes blazes with an odd yellowish-red light, leaving behind haunting orange orbs where his normal eyes once rested. Even his costume began to change with him, its once bright coloring began to darken, the yellow interior of his cape darkened until it was as black as the outer side, his green spandex and gloves blackened until they were as dark as night, and at the end of his glove's fingers extended until they looked like talons. The bright red and green on the short sleeves of his shirt darkened to a solid crimson, and the R symbol that once adorned his chest twisted until it formed an O symbol with a jagged L symbol slicing through it. His yellow Utility belt blackened and warped the arsenal resting inside them. The last things to change were his combat boots; the metal around them expanded and formed plated-coverings that traveled up to his knees, with spikes in forms of talons at the ends of his feet.
As if the sudden burst of power and the physical changes weren't enough, the roof was blasted open as a stream of lightening descended down over Robin and set ablaze to everything around him.
Slade threw up his arms in a poor attempt to survive the blast, but to his luck, Soul Calibur created a barrier made from what looked like ice. It took the full force of the blow until the flames died down and the lightening around Robin stopped, leaving a crackling orb of power around Robin, until this too was absorbed into his body. It finally came to an end and Robin fell to the scorched floor non-moving and unconscious.
"Now! While it is still vulnerable, you must smite the corrupted abomination before it awakens or all is lost!" pleaded Soul Calibur, hoping the greedy man would see to its reason.
Slade glared at the spot Robin lied and stalked over to him. "…That power was supposed to be mine."
"That power is too evil for anyone to control! That boy's soul has been forfeited when Soul Edge took it over. Destroy them both…and then you will have the greatest power," said Soul Calibur, wanting to urge the man on, even if it had to resort to a bit of bribery. Besides…once it pierced the corrupted body, it would once again begin its work and create the perfect world in its image…a world of pureness, as it tried to do once before…
As if reading the swords exact thoughts, Slade stabbed Soul Calibur in the ground and drew a collapsible sword from his armor and unfurled it, and then posed it over Robin's chest.
"No, you fool! I must be the one that stabs the cursed thing! Only my power will stop it!"roared Soul Calibur.
"And trap the world in crystal like you tried to do with that foolish knight? I think not," sneered Slade. "Besides, I wish to keep Soul Edge and use its power, as I will use you. I will have what is mine!" He tightened his grip on his sword and lifted it to stab the fallen Boy Wonder.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!"
Slade was thrown to the side as a ruined display case covered with dark energy slammed into him.
The Titans stormed in with Raven leading them and flying quickly to Robin's side with Starfire right next to her.
"Robin, beloved Robin!" cried Starfire, quickly breaking into tears as she saw the state of her boyfriend.
A few droplets of tears were forming at the corners of Raven's eyes as she looked at the startling changes done to their leader. "…What happened to him?"
Cyborg and Beast Boy let the girls handle Robin while they moved in to confront Slade. Cyborg already had his arm shifted into its Cannon mode and firing off a few short bursts at Slade. Beast Boy changed into a Raptor and swiftly circled around the villain to pounce on his exposed back. Slade grunted in pain when he felt talons rip into him and quickly rolled forward to try and shake off the changeling. Beast Boy kept his claws in, but when Slade surprised him by doing a complete roll and kicking up, it loosened his grip enough for Slade to elbow him in the chest. Slade turned with his elbow strike and swung Soul Calibur at Beast Boy's head, musing for a second if his head would stay a raptor's, which if it did, he could mount in his trophy room. His curiosity was thankfully left unanswered as Cyborg came up behind and rammed his right shoulder into his slashed up back. Pain blinded him for a moment before rage took its place when he found himself once more on the ground before the Titans.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. It was their time to fall and lay before his feet, not him, not again. He wanted to show them he would not stand for anymore humiliation, but this strange turn of events has proven too out of hand for him to manage, and to add insult to injury, that foolish green furball actually landed a decent blow on him. Then there was Soul Calibur who kept screaming and trying to force him to destroy Robin.
No, he could not allow the sword to have its way, if he did, then he would end up like Siegfried and become its tool rather than the other way around. That just struck a bigger blow to his pride as it meant he had to retreat to heal, and to master the disobedient sword. Normally, he could just ignore the pain and handle them, but he was also fighting a battle of wills with Soul Calibur, who seemed to trying to 'motivate' him kill Robin against his will. He could feel it trying to inch itself control over his body and move him forward to attack. Having a sword that won't obey wouldn't do for him…he needed to get it to understand it would do as 'he' instructed, not it. He growled lightly to himself in frustration and pulled out a flash bomb and tossed it at the two approaching Titans. It went off, blinding them, and giving him ample time to depart, vowing the next time would be different and he would be the victor…
The two flinched back until their vision returned when the flash died, then only to find Slade had disappeared with that weird crystal sword he was wielding.
"Man, that guy is getting on my last nerve!"grumbled Cyborg, right before he turned to check Robin's state and went wide eye at his friend's bizarre change.
"Dude, what happened to Robin?!" said Beast Boy worriedly, rushing over to the girls.
Starfire was crying while holding Robin close to her while Raven moved a glowing hand over him.
"Something with massive dark energy entered him," stated Raven, who was trying to focus on her work and trying to hold back her own set of tears. "Whatever Slade did to him, it was really…really bad."
""Come on, let's get him back to the tower, fast! Let's see if can't fix this," said Cyborg.
Starfire nodded her head silently and picked him up and they quickly headed back to the tower. When everyone had finally felt, the hidden observer did a back-flip in excitement.
"I found him! I found the master!" screeched the small observer before it scurried off to follow the Titans.
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Somewhere deep in an underground place, called the Netherworld by its new inhabits, where a black enormous tower recited, began to come to life as torches blazed to life. Little creatures began running around excitedly as they made their way to a huge room where a black throne with molten magma pouring down behind it was. In the center of the room, a small creature with gray skin and white hair was stroking its beard with a four clawed fingered hand. The little creature was dressed better than all the others, obviously placing him in a higher position above the rest. Its attire consisted of a sleeveless grey robe with a huge crimson scarf around his neck and shoulders. On his back, he wore a plate-like pauldron that went over his shoulders and plated down over his back. Tied to the pauldron was a crooked pole with a little glowing stone that hung above the old creature's head, acting like a lantern. His long-pointed, slanted ears perked up as the platform in the center of the room came to life with bluish lightening and metallic-like spikes opened and descended from the ceiling above it. His glowing yellow eyes widened in excitement and clasped his hands together eagerly. He watched on as the lightning opened up a portal to a strange land he never seen before, if the odd towers and lights all over the bizarre city were any giveaways.
"It is time!" said the old creature, giggling sinisterly, rubbing his hands together, then glared over his shoulder. "Giblet! Get your lazy hide in over here, NOW!"
One of the brown creatures came rushing over, wearing only a loincloth and a leather tunic, and brown gloves, but in his hand he held a wooden club and was bashing any unlucky Brown that got in it way, laughing madly.
The old one walked over to him "All right you! You were the leader of our best surveillance/espionage team we've ever had! Now it's time you got back to work and scouted out the location the Tower has sensed our new master! You will take a small squad of Browns with you and search for the master."
Giblet nodded his head enthusiastically at his giving mission, smashing the ground with his club to show his excitement.
"Now go! Don't waste any time with anything else. We must find the missing heir at all costs!" ordered the old one, pointing toward the crackling portal.
Giblet saluted to the old creature and waved at four other Browns with his club to follow him. The five Browns then leapt without a single thought about their well-being to the strange land, hoping as did the old Brown watching them leave that they would once again have a master to serve…
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A/N: Thank you for your time in reading. Plz, give me your thoughts about this, as it would help speed up the next update all the more. Also, if anyone is wondering why Gnarl (who I imagine you all know is the old Brown) has two eyes. Well, only in the opening in the first Overlord do you see him with one eye. During the game, and in the Opening of Overlord: Minions, and Overlord II, he has both eyes, so I'm going to go with that. As for what Soul Edge has done to Robin…well, you'll just have to wait and see….Hehehehehehehehehe….MINIONS! Let us depart and pillage!
Giblet: YAY! We get to smash!
Grubby: And kill!
Moldy: And drink!
Jester: And dance!!!
All minions: ….
Lord Darkmoon: But first…Get that damn jester!!
(Screams of agony soon follow.)
Lord Darkmoon: Ahem, while that is being dealt with…I know ask…rather demand…your votes on who will be in Robin's harem. You can only vote once per chapter and give me a reason why they should be added to the harem, otherwise the vote will not count.
List of possible candidate:
Blackfire (0)
Raven (0)
Argent (0)
Kitten (0)
Jinx (0)
Terra (0)
I did not add Starfire as I do not see her working in a dark-based harem…and I do not like her!! As for kitten, I have my reasons for adding her, but you will have to wait and see. If you wish to add anyone else to the list, do so and their names will be added to the list.
Till then…