"Maou-sama." A slightly irritated voice sighed.

A tall blond with short cropped hair that fell to his shoulders stood in front several of steps where a simple throne sat. His eyes were closed in reverence and his right arm was crossed over his heart as he bowed, his hair curtained around his face.

"Mmm?" A deeper voice rumbled from the darkness, opening his beautiful, bloody, crimson eyes to the world.

One could tell the sheer power behind his voice as it riveted off the walls in an almost booming manner, though he spoke barely above a whisper. His silhouette was hidden from a sharp angular shadow that passed over his knees, covering everything under it. By the way his figure sat, one could assume he had his chin resting on his fist supported by his elbow.

"We've brought several candidates to you now and you refuse to pick one. Is there anyone in particular you wish to decide upon?" The subject inquired.

The King sighed, leaning back on his chair and crossing his legs in mild annoyance, "They're all so boring," He paused momentarily, "and weak."

The chamber was dark and dreary with only the moon to cast a light through the tall windows that nearly touched the ceiling. There were no decorations in the royal hall, only the dark grey stoned walls with arched marble tops that were curved into an intricate detail stood as accents to the atmosphere. A dirtied and dusty red hall carpet lead up to the steps of the throne with tell-tale signs of bloodied feet being dragged over it. The brilliant gold tassels on the edges had long since turned a brassy, dark bronze over time. Matching red drapes hung over the seat in a curtain like manner, displaying more of the crimson shade it used to be; it furthered the shadow that hid the Lord as he tapped his foot once, already bored of this discussion. His deep gaze traveled over the side of the wall to peer out the window.

"It is unwise to be alone, my King. I beseech you to decide on at least one of the few we have chosen." The General fell to his knees in his plea, furthering his stance on the matter.

A sigh that rumbled the walls emanated from the King as he closed his eyes in slight exasperation. His General was being over dramatic as usual- he was fine on his own.

"I'll find one who I deem fit," He began slowly, "But you shall accept my decision, regardless of who it may be."

"I understand, My Lord." He bowed his head further in respect and gratitude.

As the General turned to leave the room, a sly grin formed across the King's beautiful, pale lips. What he didn't tell his subject was his method on procuring someone. His subject briskly walked out the chambers, smoothly flying back to his duties; it didn't take long for the Overlord to sense his underling leave far enough away that he wouldn't notice the King's departure. Fluidly getting out of his chair, he momentarily stretched his large figure, the moon giving him a menacing glow about him as his pale, chiseled face was finally exposed to the light. His black hair was slightly messy and tousled as though he had deliberately messed it up. Smooth, brassy horns protruded out of the sides of his head, curving upwards to give him a fierce appearance. He was dressed in a dark navy suit-shirt with grey accents lining the collar and down the middle of his shirt. He wore matching pants on his long, muscular legs, which ended in hooves rather than feet. His shins were protected in a metal armor that started in a circle at his knees with arrow-like attachments going downwards. A brown belt held his shirt together and his outfit was cloaked with a large mantle that was an even darker shade of blue; it covered him entirely and was loosely held together in the front with three grey chains. His armor finished with a three layered grey, metal shoulder guard on top of each of his arms, which pointed outwards. He stood taller than any of his subjects, towering over many of them in most cases. Without batting an eye, he changed his appearance; his horns disappeared into his head and he grew much shorter in width and height, appearing frailer than he actually was. He wiggled his new-found toes in mild amusement before adjusting his mantle to fit his smaller frame. Exhaling deeply, he pulled his vast pool of magic inwards, collecting nearly all of it into a 'jar' in himself further guise his entity. To anyone who didn't know him from a face-to-face relationship, they would just assume he was a normal demon from a small tribe. He smiled from ear to ear, teleporting out of his chambers and out of his stronghold to where the commoners lived. The smell of cooking flesh mingled with acrid burning household items permeated the air- a welcoming scent for the King, one that reminded him of home. Avoiding any gaze for too long, he wandered along the beaten path, in search for his destination. His heightened hearing allowed him to eavesdrop from a ways to gain access to the area he so scoured for. It had been a while since he was last able to leave his stronghold without someone looming in his shoulder, it gave him a rush of freedom as he took his time, savoring it as he would the carcass of a specific breed of boar monster meat he enjoyed so much.

The location of his search took longer than he expected, it took him through a winded path into the clearing of a dreary forest. Large leaves canopied the area, blocking off most of the light. The small area was crowded beyond belief with demons of all shapes and sizes bumping into each other and throwing currency at the bidding below them. He pushed his way towards the center of the chaos to see what was happening this time; a deep pit was dug out recently with its wet walls caving in around the edges and gangling roots and bloodied marks decorated the contained battle field. In the ring was a large, humanoid boulder whose footsteps thundered the entire forest. His eyes were lost in the rocks that made up his face but it was evident what he was staring at; his opponent was a medium sized dragon, a ways larger than the King in his usual form. Its bloodstained, dirtied, grey scales shimmered eerily in the white moonlight as it hissed menacingly at its challenger, revealing the heavy chain wrapped around its neck- a sign of captivity or slavery. Its slit golden eyes glowered angrily at the one who dared disturb its rest, only the soft clattering of the metal chains chinking. The dragon spread only one of its thin membraned wings, giving an Earth-shattering roar at the odd rock demon that only seemed to grin at the display of power. The Overlord took note that one of its wings were bent an odd way, disabling the magnificent creature from flying. His powerful gaze traveled over the thin beast scanning it in excruciating detail- it intrigued him immensely; he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a dragon, one that was alive anyways. The demon yelled a fierce battle cry, dashing up to the beast with its wooden club in hand. Placing one enormous foot behind its body, the winged lizard reared its large head back to unleash a torrent of white flames towards its attacker. From the midst of the fierce attack, the stone man seemed to be having a difficult time pushing back against the constant stream of flames. The Overlord's lips curved upwards from the subtle shift of the rock demon's body- the fire was hot enough to melt the demon, slowly chipping away at his boulder body as it sent molten lava flying backwards to splatter into the wall behind him. He could feel the demand of respect the creature commanded as it stood tall and proud, more characteristic of a sentient being than a beast. A spark was set in his soul- one that he hadn't felt in a while. A spark of excitement at the finding of a beast so magnificent, it made his blood boil at the thought of these lower level demons using it for such savage purposes. In the short moment of his thought process, the dragon's hellfire had all but destroyed the demon save a glowing blue orb that once sat at its core. The surrounding rocks twitched and rolled toward it in an attempt to reshape its body. The beast leisurely trotted towards it, its blond gaze stared down at the pulsating life form that was reduced to near nothingness by its breath. Without batting its eye, it lowered its foot onto the demon, easily crushing it onto the hard floor as though it was glass, the aquamarine glow fading. Deafening roars echoed through the make-shift stadium, feet stamping and fists pumping into the air in excitement. The Lord grinned at his find, not bothering to maintain his feeble form any longer. A dark, vicious aura enveloped him as he reverted back to his usual self, creating startled cries and yells from where he stood. Manipulating his body once more, sleek, black wings grew from his back, further pushing the commoners out of his way. Gracefully taking flight, several feet off the ground, the Earth trembled as he spoke, emanating power from the mere sound.

"Who owns this facility." He demanded.

All eyes were glued to their Lord, their savior, their King of Ente Isla. Everyone was dead silent, in awe of the sudden intrusion of such a great power. Several kneeled in reverence and fear, bowing their heads towards the immense power before them. His eyes darkened in irritation at the lack of response as he flapped his wings once to keep himself a float.

"Do not make me ask again." He rumbled.

A pregnant pause ensued before someone spoke up.

"I-I do, Milord." A voice quaked from the corner.

The King's gaze was averted to the source; it was a pudgy demon with an ugly wrinkled face and beady eyes. The Overlord wrinkled his nose in disgust at his appearance.

"I will be taking that dragon you have."

The anxiety in his eyes said it all as the owner stuttered, "B-but Milord he is our champion."

A flicker of annoyance ran along his beautifully marbled face, "Do you need to be compensated?"

Panic bloomed across his face as he threw himself down onto the floor, "No, Milord, please take him as a token of our appreciation for your presence here today."

The pig like demon motioned his workers to load the dragon into its cage, its pupils constricting in distress at the sudden change in circumstances. The beast hissed angrily as it was pulled by its chain into its rusty, blood ridden cage. The King narrowed his eyes at the treatment of such a beautiful creature as he lowered himself onto the ground. The container was then pushed up and out as quickly as they could manage towards the Demon Lord. The Dragon snapped at the cage, roaring fiercely at the brutal treatment before releasing another stream of bright white fire from its muzzle, immediately burning its handlers to a crisp. The demon owner of the establishment clicked his tongue at the sight of his lackeys' deaths.

"That's the fourth time this month…" He mumbled under his breath.

The King merely grinned in elation, his footstep forward made everybody flinch as they all froze to observe him. He carried himself with arrogance and pride, his mantle billowing behind him in an elegant fashion. Stopping several feet before the enclosed dragon, he locked eyes with it, bright crimson against its golden gaze. Upon further inspection, it had to be at least 30 feet in length from snout to tail; its teeth razor sharp and ready to shred bodies apart. It had ivory horns jutting out on each side of its head, facing backwards; it also dirtied with dried blood and bits of flesh. The beast could tell that this individual was not the same as the others- he was strong, probably stronger than the dragon itself. In warning, it puffed smoke out of its nostrils, growling lowly. Without breaking eye contact, the King lowered his head slowly at the winged lizard, showing respect to the creature in a slight bow; a sea of gasps rippling over the crowd that watched him- the King bowing to someone else was unheard of. The Dragon studied him silently, allowing several seconds to count, it seemed to be pleased by the sudden turn of events, in term lowering its good wing to bow in return. A second set of gasps echoed through the area from the sight of the rabid, fierce, angry dragon lowering its head to someone else. The Overlord grinned at this acceptance, slowly approaching closer to the cage. The atmosphere was silent and still, nobody dared move in front of the spectacle before them out of fear and awe. Only wet footsteps were heard as bloodied Earth beneath the King's hooves squelched the blood and dirt.

In a calm and almost caring voice, the Lord spoke in his velvety tone, "I'm going to break this cage now- don't be alarmed."

The dragon's pupils dilated in anticipation, folding its wings closer into its body. A dark haze formed around the King's long, sharp nails and with a quick flick of his wrist, the cage shattered under his might, creating several panicked cries from the release of the beast. The dragon's gaze trailed back up towards its savior, huffing a more friendly puff of smoke in its direction as the Overlord approached it.

"Would you like to leave this place?" He asked in a tone that was beyond that of most demon ears.

The tired, battle-ridden dragon bowed its head once more, mutely agreeing.

"Will you come home with me?" He asked a second question.

The beast merely closed its large three toned eyes, contently sighing deeply at his request.

"I'm going to take us away, then." The Overlord slowly approached the dragon, gently resting his hand on its snout as not to scare it from his sudden actions.

As quickly as he had appeared, the King vanished, leaving no trace of him ever having been there, leaving a large group of confused demons behind. The pair was gently brought to another forest clearing with an enormous lake in the middle; the dragon's eyes lazily opened to take in the new area it had been teleported to. The large moon shined brightly down onto the area with a cool illuminating glow. The feeling of grass beneath its claws was a welcome one as it clenched its digits together on the green lush. The beast shivered inwardly as the King's warm hand that rested on its snout began to move along the sides of its face, pushing the grime out of the way to expose brilliant shimmering scales beneath. His garnet gaze then shifted over to the broken left wing that rested on the dragon's back, gently walking towards it. He could feel the ancient beast tense as it sensed where the Overlord was approaching.

"Do not fret," His deep voice rumbled, "I am only trying to help."

The dragon growled lowly as his hand smoothly traced over where the large bone was snapped in half- the healing process had long since began, the broken bone nearly completely fused together. A spark of anger flashed through his eyes before he gingerly raised both hands around the bone, conjuring two green circles with complicated designs and equations etched into them. The beast groaned as its bones uncomfortably began shifting back into its usual position, several snapping noises becoming loudly audible each time it moved. Some moments later, the sounds stopped as the dragon curiously peered back at its wing, twitching it experimentally- there was no pain! The lizard chuffed in appreciation, pushing its nose against the Demon Lord as gently as it could; the King merely smiled patting the large creature's head.

"How would you like a bath now?" He motioned towards the clear lake.

Suspiciously eyeing the all too kind stranger, the dragon slowly trotted towards the body of water, slithering in, dragging the metal collar with the chain still attached to it. The cool water was heavenly against the dirty scales of the beast, wariness melting away into bliss. Closing its large, beautiful eyes, the dragon sighed contently, instantly vaporizing the water where its nostrils were. The Overlord took a seat on a boulder nearby, leaning back to admire the view before him. Blood, dirt and grime were slowly washed away from the beast's grey marble-like scales, allowing them to sparkle almost like a gem. They were lighter in color than the King was initially led to believe, shining closer to a lighter grey than a darker one. Its underbelly was as smooth and white as ivory, the light that bounced off of it made the area around the dragon shimmer mystically. Abruptly taking a nosedive into the water, the beast disappeared almost immediately causing the Overlord's eyes to widen slightly in amusement. The dragon then made a steep climb up the lake and into the air in a spiraling motion to take momentary flight above the now bloodstained water. It was a breath-taking sight to behold, the dragon's wings spread wide as the moonlight passed through the slightly darker membrane, casting a calming shadow over its savior. Its light grey scales shimmered in the light as it gracefully glided down in front of its savior, its pupils dilating at their eyes met. The chain around its neck clanked as the beast lowered its head in reverence towards its liberator. How long had it been since it was able to stretch its wings and fly? The elation sent it over the moon and back before exhaustion set into its bones- its legs felt leaded as though weights were tied onto them and its muscle quivered from holding up its own body weight. The dragon fought for so many lost years and the scraps it was fed was barely enough to keep it going. Sensing the sudden shift in demeanor, the King stood nimbly, carefully making his way over to the now clean beast.

"Let us go home now."

In the time the dragon blinked, they were already teleported to a different place, back to the Lord's royal hall, the smell of blood infused into the air, giving a rather delicious aroma. The beast's host leisurely strode back over to his seat, carelessly ripping one of the sides of the decorative curtain off to form a make-shift cushion beside him. He then took his rightful place on the throne as King before motioning towards cloth next to him. Unable to resist the aching tiredness, the dragon trotted over to his right hand side, its ivory claws clacking against the hard stone floors as it did so. Curling up into a tight ball of worn and tired the beast gave a final deep sigh before it fell into a bottomless slumber.