Overlord: The Rise of a Hybrid

A dark, cloaked figure strode through the darkened halls, armoured warriors bowing or kneeling as he strode past, his armoured fists were clenched tightly, threatening to break the metal gloves and pierce his skin. A servant fell as it rushed past the armoured warrior, almost spilling the flasks of liquid it carried onto the dark cape of his master. The servant quickly prostrated himself upon the ground, ready for a punishment, a punishment that never came. Timidly the shy servant looked up to find only the halls guards standing in sight, his master was gone vanishing into the darker halls.

The dark warrior growled to himself, fury barely contained at the news that he had heard, mind struggling to stay sane rather than a raging beast. He picked up the pace at which he walked his tall height and long and powerful legs propelling him further and further into the pyramid that he called home. He took notice of the walls as he neared his destination, carvings of bipedal creatures, some taller than others, fought together against tides upon tides of serpentine creatures. He hissed in frustration as he looked down at one of his hands that never truly healed during that war, where gods and mortals fought against the crawling dark.

He banished the thoughts of war and hunts and focused himself at the current task at hand, a meeting he wished with all his heart that he didn't have to attend but he knew honour demanded it to happen, the others waiting for him in the great hall along with the representatives that he had to meet. His blood lust, which was only just quenched after sparring with one of his many warriors, was beginning to rise once more as he rapidly neared the great hall. Great stone doors barred his path from progressing further, carvings of warriors long dead but not forgotten dotted around the massive stone doors, until he placed both hands upon the door and pushed. The doors at first protested and moved less than an inch but soon yielded under the warrior's great strength, being pushed like they were made out of mere cotton fabrics and wood.

A single bright light was shining, its brilliant white light illuminating the single piece of furniture in the Great Hall. This item was a altar, one that the heroes of old would be lain to rest after they had met a honourable death in the mortal world. The warrior marched to the group of waiting figures surrounding the altar, all shrouded in darkness. As the sounds of booming feet reached those at the altar heads began to turn towards to the armoured warrior, faces hidden by shadows, eyes brimming with stress and worry were dotted around catching the light which shone upon the altar.

"Now, can someone please tell why we have gathered here today? The next meeting is scheduled to happen in another millennium," growled the dark warrior, his black armour now absorbing the light as he approached the altar.

"A problem hasss risssen," hissed one of the taller beings to the warriors left, its face and body hidden by both shadow and cloak, it was at least a foot taller than the warrior though he knew the being was in fact far taller than what the eye could see. "We havvve nevvver ssseen sssomething like thisss."

"It threatens all our children. Whole worlds have disappeared only to be found lifeless husks or cracked and broken destroying other planets in the same system," murmured the lead being to his right, again hidden by shadow and cloak but pasty white skin could be seen despite the darkness. Its body body's full height only made its way to the warrior's stomach. "We need to do something but we know that we must stand united against this threat."

The warrior rumbled deep in his chest as he thought. He thought about the mortal children of his and the other beings, he thought about the threat that devoured life from entire worlds, he thought about how to limit his interaction with his and the others children. He reached up to his mask and released the breathing cables, which hissed as they blew out a fine mist. The mask was released and fell loosely into his left hand. He stopped and stared for a second at his hand as inspiration struck, his upper mandibles flaring into the yautja equivalent of a smile.

Cetanu stepped into the light to explain his idea. "if this dha-viath, this disaster is so problematic then we must create our own, to cancel it out." He rumbled.

The tall being to his left threw of its cloak and stepped into the light revealing a god of the kiande amedha, one long forgotten but still caring for what his children had turned into. "How will do thisss then, ssCetanu?" Screeched Zenthpia, now Zenthpia looked in purposes like a kiande amedha but that was where the similarities stopped, she possessed a the same tongue as her children but could speak the words of any language only hissing slightly on her 's' and 'c' words.

"We create a hero, one never like before, one which all three races and follow behind," rumbled Paya, Cetanu's Life-mate.

"I see where you are going with this Cetanu, but who should we choose to lead our children out the darkness that is coming?" Asked Typhos, leader of the Human gods, his white skin reflecting the light in such a way that rainbows' seemed to be radiating off him, as he stepped into the light.

At this question all the gods present fell into deep thought, until one of the lesser human gods spoke.

"What about a Hybrid?" he asked.

"What?" Cetanu rumbled in response.

"That'sss not a bad idea little one," whispered Zenthpia, "Trained in the waysss of the yautja, with heart of the humans and the survivability of the Zen."

"WHAT!?" Cetanu roared.

"But it must be more than that, it must be a full hybrid of three races, of knowledge, skills and flesh," Paya stated.

"Paya, I thought you hated hybrids," rumbled Cetanu. "Typhos, please tell me you don't agree with this terrible idea?"

"I do, accutally and I know the perfect child for this task," he chuckled.

Cetanu growled, still unhappy about the idea of a fully blooded hybrid being the hero of his children and a human at that. The other gods chuckled at his displeasure and began to ask questions about the human that would lead the three races in the defence of their homes.

"Ssso what isss the name of the human who will lead our children to war?" Zenthpia asked.

"Well, his name is..."

Thanks guys for reading my first fan fiction, so leave reviews on how the gods of the three races shall interfere in the life of our unnamed hero and how he gains the looks of the other races.

Just to let you know only the story and my oc's so I don't own the AVP universe