Well my oddly alive audience, welcome to my first ever fanfiction! This is gonna be a struggle, I'll admit, and I'll probably fail spectacularly as well, but hell, if I am gonna fuck up, I'm gonna have hell of a time doing it! Let's get this shitty story on the road!

I am pathetic, which is why I don't own RWBY or Overlord, They belong to their respective owners.

The Dark Tower, Area before Emerald Forest

"Well Master, this is it." Mumbled Gnarl, who wore a surprisingly saddened expression on his face. He wiped away the proverbial tear in his eyes before continuing with what he was saying. "I doubt we minions will ever have another master evil enough to piss off TWO Gods, truly, you were the most fun to serve under. All that Minion Carnage, Chaos, and gory orgies, I'm actually tearing up just thinking about it." The old minion looked up at the daunting Giant he called master. Standing at an impressive 7'4, his master was taller than most other humans and elves. The Overlord had once been a supposed manipulative mastermind that tricked many into believing he was a hero. All this was shown by his once shiny Adamantium Armor and Greatsword, which he proudly used to 'defend' the weak. After Rose died however, denying him both an heir and a mistress, most would say The Overlord went over the edge. His cunning was replaced by great cruelty, which only doubled when he caused the genocide of the Evernight Elves. Serves them pointy ears right! The armor that once became his shining symbol as a beacon of misplaced trust and intelligence, was corrupted by the pure influx of Evil Energy he was receiving from his civilian massacres. His Greatsword was replaced by a Battleaxe, crude, heavy, and downright fun to swing around in large crowds.

The Staunch monster looked down at Gnarl, and without even muttering a word, gave the minion an order. Gnarl nodded, before, waddling? into the Tower's depths, where the minion hives were hidden away. Gnarl's task was simple, get them safely out of there so that his next predecessor would have more luck than he did. The Overlord could buy some time for the plan to work. The villain walked past the pool in which the Tower Heart was connected to, and looked out onto the balcony to the losing battle raging on outside.

He was thankful that Spree repopulated quickly, because the Life force his peasants generated had given him a vast army, and with a clever trick he picked up by infusing 'Intelligence' magic into the brains of several worthy minions, these minions could lead a group of other minions into battle. A risky ploy, giving intellect to one's forces, but in his defense, they were minions, they were loyal to HIM, through and through. That still didn't stop them from getting cut down, all thanks to those two troglodytes in the sky. One was a man with white hair, wielding an odd cane which resonated with magic. The other, a female, adorned in a black dress, bone white skin, and pale hair, one could easily feel the power she had. Below them, an army, ragtag and professional, jumbled up into a mob, but a highly effective mob nonetheless. His minions had the numbers advantage but lacked equipment and power to stand against human magic and Godlike bullshit. He could already feel the tower shaking in pain, as if wanting to collapse. The Overlord grumbled before returning to his lofty throne, sitting upon it and patiently waiting for its doom. This was the way of The Overlord. Death by age is a lie, only a True Overlord goes down fighting.

The Black Baron rapped his fingers against the armrest as the door leading into his throne room began to buckle from the pressure, before at last exploding, releasing its pent up energy as wooden shards exploded. The Overlord stood up as the two interlopers walked into the room, a couple of guards accompanying them. They probably flew over the defenses and joined up with some sneaky squad or some maniacal bullshit. Smart move to be honest. The Overlord slammed the butt of Grimslayer onto the ground, halting the group in their tracks.

"This is the end Llywelyn, out of respect of the bonds we once shared, I ask that you surrender quietly, so that we can make this as painless as possible." The male said, the female pointing her hand at him, followed by their guardsmen brandishing their swords and readying their spears. The silence safe for the noise outside was grueling. Everyone was waiting for the monster's answer. As expected of our cruel overlord, he laughed, raising his head as the noise echoed into the hall. At last, he spoke, but not with the voice everyone had come to know. No, this voice, it was like a guttural roar, mixed in with the screams and wails of a thousand tortured souls.

"You have no right to speak such blasphemous words, filth. I give you one chance, kneel before your new master, and die.."

3 of the thirteen soldiers charged towards him, swords raised high and warcries screamed. They ignored the female's voice of concern, focused on the rewards they might get. How wrong they were. Llywelyn scoffed as he met their charge, first swinging his axe low, cleaving the front half of the man's stomach before forcing his hand through their stomach and organs to get at their intestines. Meanwhile, he was also using the bloodied captain as a shield as a lone spearman tried to poke him from the left flank. Moving the body to the side, the spearman stabbed the swordsman's arm, which was identified by his womanly screams. The Overlord then pulled out the bastard's colon, before punching the second guy and looping the colon around his neck, in an attempt to choke him out. The third one came from the other side, out of his sight, but rather than go for a killing blow, the soldier swiped down, freeing his comrade.

Already tired of the fight, Llywelyn raised his free hand towards the retreating swordsmen, a few fireballs already coalescing around him. His concentration was suddenly broken before he could fire them all, and which this random force sent him flying back, knocking a few pillars down and causing parts of the second floor to collapse. The Overlord stood up from this only to be knocked back down by something heavy. The Overlord pushed the rock off of him, rolling out of the way of another stone. Slowly however, as the heavy armor prevented him from doing anything really quick. The giant stood up and charged towards the group, narrowly dodging a blast of lightning from the female's fingertips. The Overlord swung wildly as he entered the crowd. While the two magi managed to get out of massacre, nobody else could. One man was decapitated, another with his body severed in half. Several missing arms, or with large cuts and split bone all around. The last one was perhaps the most unlucky, for when he tried to block The Overlord's swing with his own, the axe cut right through the blade, before strolling through the man's chest and stomach, allowing him to spill out onto the floor in pain and death.

Llywelyn roared as he charged the supposed 'Gods', axe raised high, intent on using both gravity and muscle to do the work. His charge came to a halt when the two fired a magical blast of pure energy, both green and red, hitting him square in the chest. The Overlord tried to wade through only to realize his legs were no longer responding. Looking down, The Overlord noticed the discolouration of his legs into a hue more akin to rock. The two split up, one launching a multitude of projectiles at him. Shards of ice, blazing fireballs, stone weapons. The other, using that same primal energy used to paralyze him. He tried to free himself, only to realize his arms were now frozen. He looked like he was stuck mid swing. The stone creeped up towards his helmet, about to completely engulf him. Now noticing how lacking the Overlord was in terms of threats, the male walked up to him, before undoing the strap and taking off The Overlord's helmet, tossing it aside.

Llywelyn had an oval shape in his face, with red eyes and hair that resembled the color of a raven. He had no facial hair, but there were a few noticeable scars beaten into his skin. Gray tendrils reached up his face from his chest, signs that the petrification was almost complete. The Overlord growled at him, and before he was completely frozen, he spoke his final words.

"Fuck... you Ozma.."

10 Minutes Later

Salem watched Ozma look out into the amber horizon. She'll admit, it was a nice view. Coupled in it was sunset made for a spectacular venue. She placed her hand on Ozma's shoulder. She knew about the once strong friendship between the two. "I'm sorry about Llywelyn. He was your friend was he not?" she asked.

"He chose to fall, he needed to be brought down.."

"Ozma.."

"But at the same time, I feel like I was at fault. I wasn't there to support him at his lowest, nor was I there to protect him against the machinations placed against him. What kind of friend could do that?" Ozma lowered his head in shame. While she never met Llywelyn personally, she was empathetic. She had also felt such emotions when Ozma passed away. Despite that, she couldn't exactly figure out what to say. Her eyes darted to the stone statue.

"At the very least, he won't be threatening anybody anymore."

"I sincerely doubt that."

Salem looked at him with curious and confused eyes. "What do you mean?" She didn't understand his worries. He was frozen, unable to do anything, subject to erosion and destruction. He was no more.

So why was her lover thinking otherwise?

"Before he fell, he was like an advisor, even if we were far from each other.. there was this line he'd always say to me whenever I think a problem is over."

"What was it?"

Ozma sighed.

"Evil always finds a way."

[CUE THE OVERLORD THEME!]

Well, it's decent for a prologue, but hey, I'm the author, I don't get to upvote my own stories. Well, check it out, give me your criticism and drop into my PMs if you have a suggestion for another story. This is ImAPatheticWriter, yeeting out!

Llywelyn: Hey! Where the fuck are you going?

Pathetic: Hentai.

Llywelyn: you disgust me..