AN: Wow, my muse us just going nuts on this fic. Shame only 1 person is reading it at the time of this posting, most likely. Thanks, Fenrir!
Now, some of you may be wondering why Pram, an Overlord, just took a massive beating from a Demon Lord (title), gave up her title, and essentially enslaved herself to him? Good question!
Anyway, let's get going again.
Chapter 3: A Certain Frustration
"J-j-j-just what did you freaking do?" Natalie screamed. Pram grabbed her belt-bra from next to the table that was bowled over and proceeded to put the skimpy garment back on. Natalie protested, saying something about wounds, and being hurt, but Pram just shook her head.
"Uch... I can heal myself, ya know?" She said, palm glowing over her chest for a minute. "Psh. See? Minor injuries. He was just causing pain."
"But, destruction! Pain! Angry-face! ... Submissiveness...?" Natalie spewed. Pram sighed and twirled a rogue strand of hair.
"Anthony is one demon that is hard to piss off, seriously." She began. "But when he does, it's really scary. He once wiped a continent off the map one time... He was furious."
"I'm kinda AWARE OF THAT!" Natalie screamed, gesticulating madly. "Explanation not covering anything here!"
"Psh. What I did, pissed him off, FAAAAR more than anything that has ever pissed him off before..." Pram cringed. Natalie looked about ready to piss herself. "I tricked Zetta."
"Eh...? I've been hearing about Zetta for a while now... Who's that?" Natalie asked, calming down immediately now that progress has been made. "And why did that make him make you and that mountain your bitch?"
"Tee hee! Nice way of putting it, midget. Zetta was once Anthony's Overlord, and he was Zetta's right hand man... Probably left-hand too. Zetta was ridiculously powerful, but not all that bright or adept at running things. He had his moments of inspiration every few years or so, but other than that, no."
"Hm... Anthony's mad that you did that to his master?"
"Not really that so much, but what resulted from it." Pram said, shifting herself. "Zetta was turned into the Sacred Tome, which destroyed his netherworld, and completely stripped of any combat prowess. Anthony immediately figured out the culprit, but didn't say anything about it."
"Why didn't he say anything?"
"I didn't say anything because I was able to rework the situation into my own plans."
"..."
"Let me explain, Natalie." Anthony said, sitting down. "Zetta was incompetent as a ruler. He was incredibly powerful, but nothing else. He paved the way for me to do my work, but I was essentially the defacto Overlord of Zetta's Netherworld. I ran everything. However, I got no real recognition from many of the people of the netherworld, only my forces. I was going to kill Zetta myself and take it over from there."
"And when Alexander destroyed Zetta as the Sacred Tome..." Pram started. "The netherworld that Anthony worked so hard to build was annihilated... But why weren't you angry before that? That, I don't get. You could have beaten him then... Oh, right."
"I intended to wait until Zetta was back into his demon form, and after having fought so many battles to restore him to that state, I would have been on a comparable level of strength, and with the assistance of my generals, I would have won, guaranteed." Anthony explained with a stony face.
"But, why don't you blame this Alexander guy, shouldn't you be mad at him...?" Natalie asked.
"Oh, trust me, he is. But he can't really do anything about it right now, since Alexander is much stronger than him. Normally Zetta would be able to kick Alexander's ass without really any effort. He did it, um... How many times...?"
"1,321 times, give or take 30 or so." Anthony deadpanned. " However, if it wasn't for Pram's intervention, Alexander would never have had such an easy opportunity to begin with. I still don't get why you did this, Pram... At first, it seemed like something you'd do just for fun, but after a while, it just didn't seem to click for me..."
"I'm sorry..." She mumbled.
"Uh, what was that?"
"I said I'm sorry, dammit!" She snapped back. "It wasn't... I did it... Because... Um..."
"Just say it, Pram."
"I DID IT FOR YOU!" She shouted with a blush. "I... I... I don't... I'm just... Oh, I'm so weak for feeling like this..."
"What the hell...? For me?" Anthony asks, confused.
"I... Feel these... Things whenever I think about you..." Pram admitted, blushing up a storm. "I'm such a disgrace...!"
"H-huh? N-no...! Are you saying that..."
"YES! I LOVE YOU!" Pram finally cried out. "I have for a few hundred years now... But I was confused then..."
"So you..."
"I hated what Zetta did to you... I know that he was just acting how a demon should, but it made me feel... Bad... For letting him do that to you!" She admitted. "I wanted to take him down for you, so I came up with this plan... I had no idea it would backfire like this! I..."
Anthony cut her off with a hug. Pram froze in place, tears threatening to flow.
"It's alright now. I understand, so let it all out." He said softly. "I won't make fun of you for feeling this way."
And with that, the floodgates opened and Pram bared herself to the new Overlord. Feeling like a third wheel, Natalie left the tent to go outside and read the book on magic.
"I-I-I accepted m-my fate... When y-you c-called me like th-that... I th-thought you were g-gonna kill m-me...!" Pram sobbed. "I d-didn't want anyone else to p-pay for my m-mistake... I-if it were anyone else, I w-would have... I wouldn't feel any remorse... B-but with you..."
"And now, look at me, crying all over you like some simpy human baby! I'm such a disgrace...!" She continued. "Some demon I am..."
"Sh, sh, sh, sh, sh, It's gonna be okay... Alright...?" Anthony cooed, patting her back gently.
"B-but, when y-you didn't destroy me, and m-made me your slave... I was s-so happy! As long as I was by your side, doing things for you... I would be happy...!" Pram went on, Anthony letting the hug go.
"I... See..." Anthony frowned. "This... Is quite a bit for me to take in..."
"S-so, y-you're gonna finish me off then...? For being such a disgrace to demons...?" She cried. Anthony flinched and slapped her.
"Get a hold of yourself!" He yelled. "Of course not! I have taken flak from thousands of demons for being born a nephilim and still having my morals and emotions! Do you know what I did to those that didn't understand...? I don't need you doing it to yourself!"
"Th-thank you, Master...!" Pram cried, flying over to him in a hug, nuzzling into his chest. "I'm yours, in any way you wish..."
"I understand. I... Need a moment to myself outside..." He answered, getting up to leave. "Don't get too worked up, okay? This isn't like you at all... What happened to the Pram that everyone knows and that I enjoy...?"
"Tee-hee, you're right... I... Shouldn't have doubted myself like that... Thank you, Master."
"Good. Natalie, would you give her some company while I'm off thinking about this whole mess?" Anthony asked as he left the clearing.
"Euuh... R-right!" Natalie scrambled into the tent with the half-naked Pram and smiled sheepishly at her. "So... Uh..."
"He's something special, isn't he?" Pram hummed. "You can tell too, can't you? It doesn't take long for anyone to notice when they meet him."
"Wh-what do you mean...?"
"His biggest strength isn't his actual strength, it's his charisma and ability to ignore what other people think of his tendency to rely on his human traits when dealing with demons like me..." Pram says wistfully. "For some reason, that attracted me to him... Two of his generals were immensely attracted to him as well... Did you know that his influence made a Succubus swear to never have sex with anyone but him...?"
"N-no, that's amazing..." Natalie gasps.
"He attracts a lot of women into his fold, just with his emotions and charisma... I guess we feel safe with him..."
"E-even when he was pounding you into the ground like that?" Natalie exclaims.
"Even then. The feeling going through me of 'it'll be fine, I know it' kept running through my head, even with all that pain..." Pram admitted. "And what's also just as strange is that I felt no need to compete with the other women that love him. I don't feel jealous. I doubt they do either. Not even Lexi... And she worships the ground he walks on..."
"W-wow... This is pretty unbelievable..." Natalie mumbled.
"Uch, I know, right? But it's totally true!" Pram snorts. "Which is one of the reasons he has trouble going into public. Fangirls are a different story though, they will tear each other apart to get to him. I've heard the stories from the Stephanie."
"Who?" Natalie asks, cocking her head. Pram resisted the urge to glomp the adorable girl's cute action by shaking her head quickly. "Um... What was that about...?"
"Eh, nothing... Um, Stephanie is the Succubus I told you about. Lexi is a Nekomata, btw."
"Um, 'btw'?"
"Jeez... I forgot how backwater this world is..." Pram grumbles. "Btw stands for 'by the way'... Sooo, you're studying magic right now? I think I can help with that. Let's take a look..."
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With Anthony
"Jeez, this is so wierd. Pram is acting totally out of character... And she loves me? Me." Anthony was sitting on a rock next to a lake, and was skipping rocks across the surface... And hitting trees on the other side. Making holes. Whatever. "Well, I do remember the first day we met..."
They both did.
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Flashback: 300 years ago at Zetta's Castle/Citadel/Fortress/Self Compensation (with Anthony)
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"Hn?" Anthony was sitting at a desk, doing some paperwork, when an explosion rattled the fortress, causing dust to fall and Balmung to fall over with a resounding clang noise. He looked up for a second before ignoring it and resuming work.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
"..."
"Gotta tell Samantha to tone down those experiments." He mused, shaking his head.
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Anthony slammed his hands on the desk, got up, grabbed Balmung, stuck it on his hip, and made to leave the room.
"Ookay, the lab is too far away to be hearing screams." He grumbled. "What the hell is going on?"
Opening the door, he only heard sounds of battle coming from the main courtyard. Looking down from the balcony, he saw the mess that was made. Bodies were somewhat strewn about, several rows of gates were torn open, Helldam battle walkers torn to pieces here and there along the streets, more bodies, fire, and just general despair. Alistair, Paul, and Ace were currently engaging what appeared to be a young girl. Anthony crossed his arms to watch the confrontation before jumping in.
With Pram
Pram was hearing all of these things about an overlord that called himself the "Most Badass Freakin' Overlord" in the universe. So, being the way she was, she decided to go and say hello, from one Overlord to another. And in typical overlord fashion, hello is known as blowing the other overlord's castle to tiny splinters. That task was going pretty well so far, despite the well trained soldiers and excellent defensive layout. Now, on reaching the courtyard of the castle, she saw three people waiting on her.
"Uch, isn't there an end to you piss ants? I swear..." She said flippantly. On further analysis, she noted that these three were roughly 3 cuts above the rest. One, a man in fatigues with a high quality rifle slung over his shoulder and a long knife in a sheath on his hip. The second one was a large Muscle Demon with a pair of expensive axes in each hand, and lastly, and oddly enough, was a man dressed as a chef, wielding a strange spear.
"Dammit, Lexi and Stephanie had to choose TODAY of all days to go destroy rebels..." Alistair groaned, scratching his ass. "Stupid Sarina and Sam went off to trade with King Kritcheskvoy, so that just leaves us three... Wait, where's Jodi?"
"Vacation." The large muscle demon shrugs. "Paul, Alistair, we're probably gonna lose here, you guys know that, right?"
"Yeeeaaah... Not used to running into demons of this brat's caliber." Paul, the chef, complained, stretching the spear over his shoulders. "Can't complain though. Boss'll take care of her."
"Much as I hate saying that he's way stronger than us, Senor Pantalones de Queefo is prolly gonna hafta peel us off the walls..." Alistair, the infantryman whines before levelling his rifle. "If anything, it'll be a while before he notices that these explosions aren't normal."
"You losers done talking with each other over there? I like, got a schedule to keep." Pram says loudly, examining her nails. She gasped when the large demon identified as Ace seemingly appeared right in front of her axes already in mid swing. She dashed out of the way as the weapons smashed into the ground, making a crater. Taking no time to be condescending, she dodged what seemed to be a rain of laser beams coming from the soldier's gun.
"Suck it! Keep dodgin' these, ya brat!" Alistair shouts. "Go for it, Paul!"
Out of nowhere, a spear came from the sky surrounded in white energy. The little demon swore, erecting an energy field above her. The spear impacted with massive force, shattering the impromptu force field, causing Pram to take some of the energy from the attack. Paul was up above, energy flowing into the shape of a bow. He let the energy go and hopped down at lightning speed to grab the legendary spear he just shot while Ace was keeping her on her toes with his massive attacks.
Sick of being entirely on the defensive, Pram started hucking bolts of purple energy at the deceptively quick muscle demon. When she tried to gather the energy to cast a powerful spell, shots from that soldier would force her to move.
"Maybe letting them talk wasn't such a good idea... I shoulda just blown the crap outta them when I had the chance!" Pram thought with a grimace. "Well, I guess I need to step it up a bit. Wanted to save all of my power for Zetta, but like, whatever!"
Pram suddenly gathered a massive amount of energy faster than The Three Generals could counter and forced it outward into a conical shaped blast of energy. Ace, Alistair and Paul were hit directly, only being able to put up a small defense. The explosion created a large dust cloud, that when cleared, showed the three on their knees, looking quite worse for the wear. With a grunt and groan each, they fell over onto their faces.
"Pft. Weaklings." At that moment, the door to the fortress opened, having easily survived the energy blast. A singular demon casually strolled out, arms crossed over his chest. Pram found the guy hot, but that was about it.
"So... What the hell is going on here, huh?" The demon asked casually. "Is there something I can help you with...?"
"Take me to Zetta, NOW!" Pram ordered. Anthony rolled his eyes.
"Sorry, he can't come out and play." Anthony shrugged. "Went out with his apprentice last week. Can I take a message?"
"Uch! Cocky bastard! How about, "I'm gonna destroy you and your netherworld"!" Pram shouts, flaring magical energy at her hands.
"Whoa, such violent words coming from such a cute little girl!" Anthony smirks. Pram growled and unleashed the built up energy. Anthony merely swatted the blast aside into the skies. It exploded quite loudly and massively, creating another star in the day sky. Anthony put his hand over his eyes and whistled. "Wow, you got some power, little girl! You might have demolished the first wall with that one!"
"Wha-wha-wha...? How ca- how di- what? Grrrrrr... Chew on this, jackass!" Pram started unleashing more spells at the rather attractive demon that hadn't moved from the spot. After feeling that he was long gone, she stopped, out of breath from firing that many powerful spells in a row. "That had to do it... There's no way anyone other than an Overlord could survive that..."
"True." Came that same casual voice. When the dust cleared enough, Pram's eyes opened widely at seeing the man walking forward. So shocked, she fell backwards. "You didn't even damage my clothes..."
"But I... But I..."
"My turn." He simply walked up towards the cowering demon and held his hand a meter from her face, gathering energy. Soon, the ground started to shake and electricity sparking in the air caused her to nearly soil herself. Suddenly, he let the energy dissipate and punched Pram in the face with a ridiculous amount of force. She felt half of her face break from that one punch alone, not to mention the bones that broke when she flew into the wall behind her. Anthony had a scowl on his face as he walked up to her.
"You think you could have stood up to Zetta? Hell, I'm not much stronger than Salome, and she'd defend him to her last breath. Just because you became an overlord, don't get full of yourself!" He lectured. "Zetta is almost twice as strong as me, and you had the audacity to challenge him? Foolish girl. If you still want to meet the jackass, you're doing it in chains."
Pram felt herself losing consciousness, fear gripping mind at what her fate would be...
AAAAAAAAAAAND that's the end of the chapter! The flashback will end there, so no worries.
Here's a character sheet for this period of time. I'm taking some liberties here.
Anthony:
Race: Nephilim Demon (A human-angel hybrid that was turned into a demon)
Title: Demon Lord
Base Class: Modified Makai Brave Male Fighter.
Level: 600
Age: 2055
Zetta:
Race: Demon
Title: Overlord
Base Class: Zetta
Level: 1000
Age: (no idea)
Salome:
Race: Transformed Demon (Human changed into a demon)
Title: Apprentice
Base Class: Salome
Level: 550
Age: (No idea)
Pram:
Race: Demon
Title: Overlord
Base Class: Pram
Level: 350
Age: (No idea. Let's go with 1100 or so)
Alistair:
Race: Demon
Title: Range Division General
Base Class: Modified Male Infantry
Level: 150
Age: Don't care.
Ace:
Race: Demon (monster type)
Title: Combat General
Base Class: Modified Muscle Demon
Level: 150
Age: Still don't care.
Paul:
Race: Demon
Title: General of Navy
Base Class: Modified Makai Chef
Level: 150
Age: I care not.
Lexi:
Race: Demon (Monster type)
Title: Monster Division General
Base Class: Modified Nekomata
Level: 250
Age: 593 (it's important with her)
Stephanie:
Race: Demon (Monster type)
Title: Head of Intelligence
Base Class: Modified Succubus
Level: 250
Age: Don't care
Samantha:
Race: Demon
Title: Head of R&D
Base Class: Modified Professor
Level: 100
Age: Old 'nuff.
Sarina:
Race: Demon
Title: Head of Resources
Base Class: Modified Merchant
Level: 100
Age: Older than you.
Jodi:
Race: Angel
Title: Magi General
Base Class: Modified Celestial Host
Level: 150
Age: She an angel, beeyatch!
I've also changed Anthony's sword from Excalibur to Balmung. I realized that Excalibur is kinda cliche.
And that's that. See ya guys later! Merry Christmas!