Phoenix's Soul: Welcome one and all to a new story. Now I will tell you all this now, this story you are to hear is down right EVIL! I will be going places, and doing things that will make you sick to even think about. I wecome flames to this story, because lets face it everyone loves to hate something. So how about you hate the EVIL of this story, because that's what it's here for! Now in the name of the OVERLORD let us begin!
Gnarl: Well said onh intrepid story teller. But I do hope that you tell the story well. For if you don't I'll have to have some of my fellow minions eat your eyes and liver.
Phoenix's Sou: Oh I will try Gnarl, but I will say this I hope you've brought enough minions with you to try.
Phoenix's Soul & Gnarl: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!
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Chapter 1: The End of an Evil Era
"Gnarl," spoke an old and ragged voice.
"Yes, Master?" answered an aged hunch backed creature with long drooping ears, and a thin wispy grey beard. "What can I do for you oh great and powerful, OverLord?"
"Gnarl," the old OverLord spoke in a faint voice as he lay in bed his face shrowded in shadow. "I would have you sit here beside me. I have things that I must discuss with you before...before..."
"Gnarl sat and listened as the OverLord coughed and wheezed for a few long moments. Gnarl watched the man laying on the bed before him intently. This was hard for the old minion. True had seen many OverLords come and go in his long life of service, but this man was different. Most OverLords lasted a few years, coming into power but then being killed by some blegh great do goder. No this man was so much different, he had been the son of the most recently deceased OverLord. He Gnarl himself had raised the boy into his EVIL adult hood, and he himself was now watching him at the end of his long and EVIL life. After a long and ragged breath the OverLord began to speak again. Gnarl leaned in close to listen to the soft dying voice of his Master.
"Gnarl, we both know that I am not long for this world," the OverLord said turning his head to look at the old minion. "We both also know that EVIL is being pushed back from the world. I have been too old too long to fight against the GOOD that is seaping into our lands. I am certain that once I am gone it will consume my great empire."
"We will fight, Master," Gnarl said raising a fist into the air between them. "We minions will not let this happen."
"NO!" the OverLord said with what little strength he could muster. "Gnarl you and the other minions will not fight."
"But, but Master?!"
"Listen to me old one. You and the rest shall wait."
"Wait, Master?"
"Yes, wait," the OverLord said and was silent as he breathed heavily for a moment. "Wait for the right time to strike back against the GOOD. When I killed the Phoenix Gnarl something happened. I saw glimpses of the future. I saw myself lying here with you now talking, and I saw what will happen once I am gone. "I saw GOOD reigning over the land."
At these words Gnarl made a face, and it brought a wikced smile to the OverLord's face, and a feeble laghter from his lips.
"Yes, Gnarl. I too was disgusted by this vision I was shown, but..."
"But what, Master?!" Gnarl said moving closer to the bed. "But what?!"
"I also saw further into the future," the OverLord spoke now looking up towards the ceiling as if to see what he had once seen so many years ago. "I saw a far away land, a land being ravaged by a great evil. A new OverLord rising to power with the help of MINIONS!"
"A new, OverLord?" Gnarl asked a little confused. True they had always brought forth a new OverLord once the previous one had passed, but they the minions had never been as attached to these previous men as the one who lay before him. Even now he could feel the thousands of eyes watching both himself and the OverLord before him. He had not even begun to think about a new OverLord stepping up to take his current Master's place.
"Yes, Gnarl," the OverLord said. "A new OverLord. And with this new OverLord a grand army of MINIONS, and do you know what else I saw Gnarl?"
"No, Master, I do not."
"I saw you Gnarl," he said turning back to look at the old Minion. "I saw you standing there with this new OverLord. Just as you have stood with me these many years."
Gnarl did not know what to say to this. Truly this man was different everyprevious OverLord that he himself had known. He wasn't sure what he should do.
"Now, my older friend," the OverLord said lifting a hand and placing it upon the old minion's head. "My reign of EVIL is over. Go now and wait for the next great ERA. Make me proud."
And with those final words spoken the old OverLord's hand fell from atop Gnarl's head, and hung over the edge of the bed. There was deathly silenceas all watched the lifeless form in the bed. After several long minutes Gnarl shook his head, and lifted it into the air.
"Come," he spoke in a comanding voice. "We must lay to rest our Master!"
Minions of all four colors poured out of the shadows towards their master's bed. They clambered upon it, and lifted the frail body. They began passing the body from one to the next. This way as many minions as possible could feel their master for one last time. Gnarl stood by the door of the large black mosolieum as he watched the minions bringing the body towards him. He turned and waved his hand to undo the magical seal on the door to open it. Inside were four large tombs. Three of which were already filled, the Master's three Mistresses had been entombed here once they had passed on. Now the final one in the center would be filled. Gnarl stood asside when the final minions carried the body in, and layed their master in his tomb sealing it shut.
"Now my fellow minions," Gnarl said as the doors shut behind him. "We must do as the Master commanded. Collect the hives, the tower heart, and all of our magics. We shall wait for the day that our new Master needs us!"
And so the minions moved as they always did together. As they milled about collecting things Gnarl roamed the halls. He watched his bretheren work and his heart was filled with pride. Even in death their Master inspired them all. He knew that no man could take this OverLord's place in their hearts, but he hoped that this new one the Master spoke of would be able to live up to such high praise.
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Phoenix's Soul: Well that is it for the prologue. I know there wasn't much EVIL in this chapter, but there will be more to come. "Until the Next Chapter."
