Well, for a new story in a sea of far superior ones, 70 views ain't so bad. (To me of course) Now, lets put down the basics on what I'm gonna tell you. I'm thinking of pair our Great Overlord with a lucky female from the RWBYverse, which is weird because of how fucking old he is, considering he was there during Ozma's and Salem's time. I can already feel the FBI cracking down on me. Good God. Anyways, I always respond to reviews before the chapter begins so let's start shall we? Oh and sorry about the wait. I'm overly concerned about whether you'd all like it or not. Also, I've already begun construction on the poll, so if you zip onto my profile, you can vote for who you want the pedo-lord to be with lmfao.

Kingt: Well now, that reassures me that I'm doing a decent job. Thank you comrade.

LewdBoi: I fapped a while back, No. Cease thou heresy and prostrate yourself to my virginity!

your average guy: Yep he Welsh. Named after the famous Welsh King that fought against England. He was born before the Great War so he wasn't named after a colour. Still, that'll change.

Now lets get to the bullshit!

I do not own RWBY nor Overlord, they belong, respectively, to their owners.

Timeskip: Several milennia-ish? Who fucking knows?

Some things change give time. Rocks on the coast eventually erode into dust. Ancient monuments collapse under the weight of the hourglass. It was just the nature of it. Time passed since the imprisonment of the Overlord, and humanity itself was now a very different monster. Gone was the age of the Sword and Bow, guns now reigned supreme, with technology making things 10 years ago obsolete. Yet with all this time, three things remained the same. Grimm, the relentless horde of destructive beasts, both a genius economic plan for evil energy, and a great annoyance for would be conquerors. Nobody likes having the town you just captured with great losses get overrun by a couple of Grimm. Humanity's ability to be a dick to everything not them. Such a thing happened in the past. The majority of Elves, Dwarves, and Magical Creatures were all butchered into extinction, safe for a few cowards hiding in the most isolated of spots. In a more modern perspective, a species of humans with bestial features or 'Faunus', were also getting beaten down by the supposedly superior Man, albeit the genocides hadn't completely kicked into gear yet thanks to the Faunus Rights Revolution as well as the ongoing scrutiny of appearances and reputation. The last thing, was that people forget things when a more urgent issue comes up. In terms of Ozma and Salem, they forgot about one person during their feud.

Llywelyn was still imprisoned, trapped under some rubble in the ruins of his Old Tower, in which the Tower Heart, the power source of The Tower, had grown a beautiful forest of trees with leaves that shone like emeralds all around it. The evil energy given off from both the Overlord and the Tower Heart provided an excellent supply of negative emotions for grimm to spawn. Not far from the Emerald Forest, looking above, was Beacon Academy, and from that academy, Huntsmen are trained to act as the World's bulwark. The same academy also allows students to enter the forest for first hand experience on fighting Grimm. Ironic, considering the forest was built entirely on Evil Energy but it's being used in a noble way.

This year was no different, however it was not a huntsman in training going out for a sweep, but a far more malicious beast. A Beholder. Once thought to be wiped out along with the Overlord, the monster was definitely different from the Grimm. It had tentacles protruding from its body as it floated just off the ground. What really brings attention to them however were the Eyes. 4 were connected by strands of sinew and flesh, allowing it to move individually as it covered all angles, and another much larger one, smack dab in the middle. Beneath it, a dim but noticeable light could be seen. Many a minion had been sent to their doom by those lights. True shame...

This Beholder, by chance, was quite enthralled by the energy the ruins brought, and was coerced by the chance it could become more powerful. It was most likely the last of its kind around Remnant, and the longing to split into two had almost done its work if not for the power surges. The Beholder floated about the ruins, where plants, weeds and grasses have all but replaced the beautiful carpets and pillars that would stood. Teleporting some of the debris away with its magical beam through... so sort of bullshit, The Eldritch-esque beat floated above the frozen remains of the Overlord, about to absorb the last remnants of his Life Force and energy. While it was doing that however, it had also been dismantling the wards and spell that was put upon the body, and soon enough, stone began to ship, making way for skin. At first, it seemed like Llywelyn wouldn't become free in time, but then, out of pure reflex, one of the arms snapped out of its rigid form, swinging the mace still attached to his hand at the Beholder's exposed stomach. The injury sent the animal into stress as it ran off, not wanting to become an extinct species.

With a mighty roar, the Overlord broke free, and it was on that day, True Evil was born, well... reincarnated!

Evil Always Finds A Way!

Llywelyn's hellish scream died down into a grumble as he observed his natural surroundings. This was not his tower. He was pretty sure about that, until he saw what remained of his once decadent throne, reduced to rubble. 7000 Gold wasted..

'Ah shit...'

The Overlord looked over to his right hand to squeeze on the handle of his mace, only to note a distinct and possibly major difference in how he came into his previous state. Upon entering his petrification, he was wearing full Arcanium, hefting his beautifully crafted mace as he crushed foes beneath his foot. Now?

He was stark naked save for a pair of ripped trousers covering his asset along with his infamous Minion Gauntlet. Surprisingly for him, he didn't seem angry... almost, tired? Had the time he spent in there changed him? Who knows? All that he cared about was that he was alive and well.

'Now where are those minions of mine?' He thought to himself. Resting the weapon on his shoulder, The Overlord chose a direction within the forest, and walked straight at towards it. He had not yet noticed that some other physical and mental aspects of him have changed.

In an effort to preserve himself, his body went into a natural hibernation mode, using Evil Energy to both keep him alive and keep him asleep until the time was right. However, as the concentration of his energy has completely thinned out, He looked like his younger self when he served as a knight with little Evil Energy in him. Gone was that tall height, replaced with a more humble 6'4ft. His have returned to a jade colour, distinct from his older red iris'. He certainly looked less built but did not lose an ounce of his Ungodly strength. His temperamental issues have all but disappeared now. His cruelty, refined into an intelligence unforeseen in people who 'look' his age. It was like looking at a whole new person, one Ozpin had never met until later in his youth.

However it was the same Overlord, the same man whose actions ruthlessly led to the Genocide of the Evernight Elves, the loss of over 5 million dwarf lives. The same man that managed to become Lord of the Abyss, and yet escape and punish his Jester for his betrayal. The very person, who everyone in the world wanted dead. What could change that?

As he walked, Llywelyn came across the Grimm. The foul beasts that almost usurped his predecessors. Their creator, Lord Gromguard, the First Overlord, had originally thought they'd listen to him. He was so confident in his plan of breeding a great army, he created spawning pools in which he could request an endless supply of Grimm. When the Overlord died however, they went rabid, killing all in their way. Llywelyn wouldn't make the same mistake his ancestor. This time, he would crush these beasts.

With a horizontal swing of his mace, the Overlord slapped the Beowolf away, the resulting impact sounding like a thunderclap as the poor creature was sent into a tree, breaking its spine and killing it, watching it dissipate to evil energy, which was absorbed by Llywelyn. Grimm came from all sides, from Beowolves to Boarbatusks, even a few Ursa. They all wanted to kill him. The World had forgotten the Overlord and his infamous deeds..

It's time to remind them of their stupidity.

Ozpin sighed as he closed the transcripts he was analyzing at his desk. The transcripts belonged to one Jaune Arc, member of the Arc Family and arguably one of the greatest family of Huntsmen since the dawn of time. An Arc possessed large reserves of Aura, and trained their hardest to become some of the most legendary heroes in Remnant. One of their line served beside the Warrior King of Vale during the Great War.

Which is why it came to his surprise that the transcripts were fake.

Ozpin was no fool. He'd outlived many generations have learned many new things along the way. Being able to spot a lie was one of them. Normally he would deny the student's enrollment, but Jaune was a special case. There might be a reason behind the fake transcripts. Still, Ozpin needed time to think about his decision. A perfect way to waste time would be looking through the many cameras in Emerald Forest over mankind's greatest achievement. Coffee. It was relaxing really.

However fate had other plans when the moment he put a screen up, a Beowolf was being catapulted across the screen. Ozpin didn't acknowledge it at first, before doing a spit take and moving the camera to left in order to see what the Oum just happened. The results were surprising.

What seems to be a young boy, fighting with the spirit of the younger brother in him. The mace in his hands weaving up and down in momentous pattern of swings and punches. Grimm charged and died, their fading comrades being replaced by the second. One boarbatusk rolled towards the young man's rear, only for him to turn around and kick the pig into a tree, and ricocheting into another unlucky Ursa, knocking it off its path in a domino effect as it crushed a Beowolf under its weight. His face though young, shared a story of a hundred battlefields, shown by the fact he looked so calm, even with a ever thinning group of Grimm coming at him. It seemed Emerald forest would be completely clear given enough time. Ozpin shook in fear, something very few people could do, but it wasn't Salem coming into the room, nor was it Glynda with 10 stacks of paperwork, but something on a level unprecedented before. It was a piece of attire he had on. To any normal person, it wouldn't seem like much. Not to Ozpin however.

He recognized that gauntlet anywhere.

With a glazed look over his eyes, Ozpin pressed a button, a little voice system he had installed that led directly to the Witch's office. He spoke in a rushed manner.

"Glynda, come to the office, quickly."

"Hahahah! Grimm were more impressive back in the day!" Llywelyn sniggered in victory as the last of the Grimm were felled, the smoke arising from the Grimm being absorbed through his skin. Ozpin had missed the Overlord's cry of victory. The Overlord scratched his head in confusion several new things coming to life before him. Exactly how long had he been asleep? Since when was there a forest outside his tower?

Why does his voice sound younger?!

Llywelyn growled at these new developments. Already he had 3 working theories on what happened.

1, He was dead, and this is just him in either Limbo, or a weird hallway in hell, being doled out his just deserved punishment. However that theory was next to impossible as he'd been to hell, and It certainly wasn't like this. So green, so positive. This led him to his second theory.

2, He went back in time. We wasn't sure how, but he assumed magic was at fault. After all, you can't trust every magic spell and incantation. Perhaps Salem's and Ozma's powers didn't work out the way they wanted it to be. This theory however was just plain stupid. He couldn't just plot out the entirety of mana, magic and eldritch bullshit into one neat table in his mind. That and Llywelyn specifically remembered not having such a weapon in his youth. He was a sword person back in the day. The only possible and least outlandish theory was the third one.

3, He went forward in time. The two 'Gods' that imprisoned him in stone had supposedly not made sure he was dead, even after being transmuted into minerals. So, as Llywelyn didn't feel any inane need to go ham on peasants, he could guess his evil energy has been used for lack of better word, rejuvenating him, keeping him so young. He couldn't explain his armor's disappearance however... Gah, why was he wasting time thinking?! That's 7 minutes wasted!

He had minions to find!

Hopefully Gnarl listened to him and hid them away out of the shiny hands of no good heroes! He didn't need his only source of labour to be taken away from him for charitable trash!
Gods he missed them already. The Overlord sighed, but before continuing on, a great loud noise came from the south. It was unlike anything he'd ever heard before. Turning to see what was interrupting him again, Llywelyn gazed upon a large beast of metal and fire heading right towards him, a beam of light bursting out from a weird contraption on its wings. Llywelyn thought it dwarven make, but it lacked the dwarven runes he'd come accustomed to facing. No, this was of human design.

He wasn't sure what clued him in, the lack of magic or the blonde woman standing out the side, looking at him as it landed, brushing up dirt and leaves. The Overlord covered his eyes in order to block the light and debris flying into his face. By the time he removed the hands over his eyes, he came across the same woman, who had gotten off the flying carriage.

At first, his more sex deprived side of him screamed, and with good cause. She was pleasing to the eyes for an older woman. Emerald eyes and the way she presented herself, her light blonde hair tied up in a bun. She had nothing on Rose however. He didn't sit well with her attire, but hey, a man's preferences are his own. Llywelyn was knocked out of his sense when she spoke up in a stern tone.

"I am Glynda Goodwitch, and you sir, are coming with me."

I'm stressed. Sorry about the late update. I suck. Leave a review, hopefully constructive criticism. I often write the Author's notes before starting so by now the poll should be up. Knock yourself out fam.

Llywelyn: Do I get a Harem?

Pathetic: No, you pathetic malcontent.

Llywelyn: -Whips out Riot Hose-

Pathetic: nO-