A/N sorry for the long wait everyone school has been harsh but as a reward to the faithful here's a long chapter full of everything you love about the Overlord including a little sexy time which if you don't like sexy time well skip that section and move on to the next part of the chapter


Youth is the image of innocence, even if that youth belongs to the budding young heir to the Overlord's throne. The cherub Dynastes ran and yelped as he played by himself in the large chamber set aside for him. The boy knew only minions and his family yet cared little for any changes to the balance. With a slight smile on his rosy, chubby, cheeks Dynastes showed no signs of being lonesome even if most of his days were spent in study or alone with his toys. The boy Overlord's existence was simply to enjoy a meager existence until the day his father's throne beckoned. As Dynastes sat on the floor of his play chamber he was oblivious to the world, even the little girl in the blue dress gazing at him through a staticy window in space and time. The young girl awfully curious as to what the boy was up to by himself in this room she had never seen. Pushing back her brown locks to afford a clearer view the young lass let loose a toothy grin to reveal a developing smile full of holes. She called to the boy whom she had never before seen in hopes of getting his attention but her words were lost in the void. Again and again she yelped for his attention but not a sound crossed through. It was then that the girl lost hope; she fell to her knees and wept at the pain that her first and only friend, other than the massive machine known as songbird, could not hear her. It would be three more nights of muted calling until Dynastes was able to at least see Elizabeth and needless to say their first meeting wasn't as cute as most children's' first play date. When the tear in reality opened before Dynastes to reveal a muted little girl screaming the boy Overlord was thrown back in shock. Six years of training thus far kicked in instantaneously in Dynastes' mind. From a position behind cover Dynastes launched arcs of electricity at the mirror while demanding the 'intruder' state her business. It was another hour of silent screams and shouts before Dynastes and Elizabeth realized that the two were separated by something they truly could not grasp. The two decided on the same thing most children would, ignore the issue and focus on the new friend. The two quickly bridged the noise barrier through writing messages and showing them to the other through the mirror, Dynastes' awful handwriting certainly didn't make the arrangement any easier. Years there after the two engaged in a silent friendship through written word and black and white smiles until ten years passed and a promise was heard on accident. As he stood before Elizabeth and she before him, her as a budding young girl wearing one of her trademark dresses and him a titan of a teenage boy appearing more as a young man, they exchanged messages as they always had. Dynastes was headed to his first meeting to make a plan for his father's empire now that the Overlord had fallen but first wanted to speak with his oldest and dearest friend.

*Do you miss him?* Elizabeth asked from the front panel of a whiteboard.

*I suppose* Dynastes shrugged.

*Why must you always shrug? It makes you look like a fool.*

Dynastes half shrugged before catching himself and shooting Elizabeth a wounded glare. As she had a thousand times before Elizabeth laughed a muted laugh while Dynastes cracked an amused smirk, but in this familiar moment something unfamiliar occurred. When Elizabeth finished laughing and turned to grab something she had made to show Dynastes the young Overlord whispered to her, and himself, a promise.

"One day I will free you Elizabeth."

The girl froze mid turn while she clutched the small creation in her hands. Dynastes was concerned, Elizabeth appeared hurt but he knew not why. Slowly her head turned towards him and she spoke with a trembling voice and shaking hands.

"Dynastes?"

The boy sprung back in shock of hearing the voice of his closest mute friend for the first time, a moment even more grand than the first time he was able to see her in color and not a hazy black and white field. Slowly they each repeated the others name as they drew closer and closer to the mirror, and each other. Along the way Elizabeth had dropped the porcelain ballerina she had made allowing it to shatter against the floor. Neither gave notice to the sound of the crash and only listened to the loud thumping in their chests and the soft anxious breath of their partner. Slowly Dynastes raised a hand to the mirror that separated him from her and she from he. Elizabeth followed the young Overlord's lead and placed her hand upon the print of his, both would swear they could feel one another's warmth though a scientist would disagree. For a moment they were silent and only listened for the other's breathing until finally Dynastes committed another first, he smiled before Elizabeth could.

"Hello Elizabeth, My name is Dynastes, and I swear one day I WILL have the power to free you."

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"Chabu weeba?"

"Za zeemy!"

"These? These are your maniacal new inventions?"

"Yeah, what? Ok I know they don't look like much but trust me, they're tuff and VERY smart!"

"BANANA!"

"For a minion…"

Dynastes' face was full of disgust as he gazed upon the strange little yellow creatures in overalls and goggles. The pair of 'New Minions' were speaking some strange language that Aranel was somehow able to understand but made little to no sense to the Overlord. Their tiny stubby bodies came from the genetic splicing the mad scientist of a sublord did between brown minions and the local Shy-Guys and their outfits were picked by her as well so they could perform engineering works to repair the damages done to the island. These minions were to the Overlord's new primary workforce yet they seemed about as competent as a brown minion in water which worried Dynastes greatly.

"All I'm saying dear sister is that I don't see just how your newest 'pets' are worth the brown minion lives they cost, I mean they can't even speak correctly for Grandfather's sake." Dynastes gestured at the minions who proved their ill timing as one was playing with his overly elastic overalls and the other picked its nose.

"Brother, I made your flying war ships, I gave you flying red AND green minions, your blues are five times as effective healers thanks to my medical concoctions, allow me this one invention for myself with the use of a few brown lives." Aranel pleaded to her brother while he ascended the stairs from her lab. Sensing her words had fallen on deaf ears Aranel made one last plea. "I will release the elves, if you let me pursue this project I will have no need for them any longer anyway" Aranel stood still when she saw her brother stiffen, a smirk grew across her face when she realized that she had peaked his interest. For years now Dynastes had pleaded with his sister to release the elven race from slavery so he may start rebuilding them as another loyal nation-state. He loathed the idea of one of the races under his domain being kept in slavery, especially if that race was kept under the thumb of his questionable sister.

"Very well I will allow you five hundred brown minion life-force orbs and equal number of Shy-Guys to experiment on in exchange for the elves and all their sacred land." Before Aranel could respond Dynastes was already through the door, exiting the dungeon of a science lab.

The newly dubbed fort 'Waluigi's Grave' was undergoing reconstruction along with most of the island. Much like back in the motherland Dynastes aimed to not only repair but to improve the lives of those he conquered. Constantly he had to reassure his family that it wasn't because he was weak or worse, good, but because it was easier to hold sway over people if they looked to you as a savior than as a horrid dictator. The many Shy-Guys who lived in shacks and huts were not easy to sway and even now he had to fight back their insurgency and their very skilled Yoshi-back dragoons, but Dynastes was confident the humanitarian aid he carried through the newly formed nether portals would sway the less rowdy toad population and the more forward thinking Shy-Guys. When The Overlord's army started taking prisoners and garrisoning towns rather than burning them down and putting their populations to the sword the inhabitants were blindsided for the Mushroom Kingdom told very different stories about the brutality of the Overlord's army. Had they been aware of the secret genetic experimentation going on in the Overlord's underground labs perhaps they wouldn't be looking upon their former rulers as liars.

The relief campaign wasn't the only campaign Dynastes had running to increase his image for his soon to be Mushroom Kingdom Empire. Standing upon the balcony of the central tower Dynastes looked out over the growing fortress as spires rose from the ground like fingers from the Nether and armies of workers busily constructed and repaired buildings that better fit the grey brick style of the original fort. From behind four figures approached Dynastes, three stood in chains and one knelt letting the thin green cowl fall over the dark brown face. Dynastes slowly turned and leaned back on the balcony's rail to gaze upon his three new pieces. With a slight grin Dynastes motioned for Aveil to rise from her knee and to leave his chamber. With a disciplined nod the female assassin slipped into the shadows and left the room by means nobody knew. The Overlord sauntered to meet his chained guests of very different sizes and shapes. Dynastes dwarfed the first two silhouettes but the third was massive and brooding even in comparison to the superhuman being that was the Overlord.

"None of you may be aware but, each of you stands as one of the three most infamous political prisoners on your continent and possibly the entire world. My name is Dynastes, I am your savior, I am your master, and I am the Overlord."

Pauline was a rather young woman that had spent a far chunk of her life locked away in a political prison for reasons she had never known. The tuff city girl had fought for years to keep herself intact and above the brutalities experienced by most inmates in prison but she maintained a sense of royal beauty about her despite the struggles. The woman who had run a prison block filled with monsters, both literal and figurative, was not impressed or frightened by the man calling himself the Overlord. No man dressed in princely attire, wearing a black cape, and topped by a matching black cap with a D in the center, could possibly control the buxom city girl.

When Dynastes imagined this meeting he didn't anticipate the woman lunging at him before the giant lizard, but in retrospect Dynastes should have expected evil to respect evil. The woman stepped to Dynastes' chest as if to try and bump him off his ground but instead only slapped herself hard into his abdomen. Dynastes smirked while the girl reeled back before regaining her footing and displaying a very agitated face.

"Who the hell do you think you are calling yourself OUR king, saying you're a savior, and ripping off Mario's look?!" Cried Pauline in her thick accent.

"I THINK I am all these things as I have proven each. As for 'ripping off' Mario well since you've been locked away it would appear that this hat became the symbol for the best warriors in the Mushroom Kingdom, and since I have killed two of said warriors as well as having claimed a bit of the kingdom for myself I figure I've earned it." Dynastes retorted with a smirk as he adjusted his cap.

Dynastes smirked at the fuming Pauline before leaning over to address the largest of his guests. With a nod and a smirk the Overlord called to the dragon and asked if the beast would kindly control his queen to which the lizard known as Bowser responded with only a shrug. On queen Pauline froze was struck by utter confusion. It was now Dynastes' turn to command the girls attention as he laid out the true history of the Mushroom Kingdom to the brunette woman.

Years ago Pauline was the true queen of the Mushroom Kingdom alongside her younger sister Peach and their guardian the 'King Koopa' Bowser. Pauline, Peach, and Bowser were the three original masters of life in their lands. Bowser, lord of the koopas created his people to be robust and strong, their original role was to be the backbone of the Mushroom Kingdom and serve their queen and princess in all their endeavors. Peach was the mother of all mushroom kind and gave birth to the toad race as well as the goomba race, with special help from Bowser. Finally Pauline was the mother of mankind in the world of the Mushroom Kingdom and originally sat them as the supreme ruling class. Peach grew jealous of her sister's perfection and attempted to have her kidnapped and killed by a massive ape from a nearby jungle, only to have the effort thwarted by one of her sister's champions. It was then that Peach realized she couldn't simply have her sister kidnapped and offed like any old commoner, she would need more finesse to be rid of her sister and her children. Peach devised a plan in which she would have two turncoat humans capture the queen on a night when it would appear Bowser has betrayed the kingdom in order to ensure the great hero was distracted. The two traitors Wario and Waluigi did as Peach commanded and kidnapped the queen while Bowser besieged the palace under the not so false pretence that Peach had betrayed the queen. While the queen was locked away and beaten until her memory was lost Peach allowed herself to be captured by Bowser while he interrogated her for information on where the queen was being held. Mario would never know that mankind was all but wiped out during his first quest to rescue Peach by the goombas as he fought the koopas. Those whom survived this great cleansing fled to the far off Yoshi's island in order to evade capture by the princess's forces. The remaining humans hid their appearances behind masks so that they wouldn't be recognized as their own race and would hopefully be mistaken for another. Shy Guys owe their name to their reclusive lifestyle on the island to avoid being taken and executed by the princess and their odd physical appearance to generations of breeding with native toads.

Pauline could not speak. The story sounded like such an obvious lie it could not possibly be true. She couldn't believe every Shy Guy was a human descendent, every Boo a lost human soul, and every goomba a freakish love child of Bowser and Peach. Dynastes took no pleasure in her shock and allowed the flabbergasted woman to be unshackled and rest. The Overlord next freed Bowser so the grand general could consol his long lost queen in her hour of need. Finally the Overlord approached a small green haired girl who shook and shivered in her tattered old clothes. Dynastes knelt so he could be even with his green-eyed guest and render her a true smile of friendship.

"Can you believe it my dear, despite all else, YOU are still the greatest secret of them all." The Overlord whispered to the wide eyed Saria

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Far inland the explosion that tore down the defensive seawall of fort 'Gold Shroom' could be heard and seen. Those within the towns whom thought that the invaders would surely be stopped by the amassed mushroom kingdom forces felt the full weight of this tragedy only in the moments after the resounding explosion. Mothers clutched their children as they shook and prayed within the confines of any type of cover they could find. The governor of their island didn't expect the enemy to get inland, especially not as fast as the barbarians did, so each village was left to their own accord and defense if they were deemed strategically important enough for a garrison. When the attack began that first day the sky was clear and the many civilians of the inner most parts of the island felt safer as compared to the outer rim villages; however when the ominous black cloud sailed over the island bringing with it no rain but only a flurry of purple lightning and the sudden appearance of enemy soldiers the civilians knew they had all been made equal.

Shock troops of every race pelted dozens of towns and villages in the deepest parts of the island simultaneously cutting off any chance of routing reinforcements to beachfront locations on the first day of fighting. By the second they had decimated most of the island's supply routes and fortresses. When the first drew to a close the people of each village knew to fear the black clouds of war.

In the deep jungle village of 'Puma-Puma' a small garrison of local boys shake and stare up at the dark circling clouds, praying that they do not open and send down hate and war, their prayers are ignored. In a great flash six lightning bolts smashed into the ground detonating the surface and throwing aside anyone standing nearby. On the sizzling ground stood twelve human soldiers clad in red and black armor that resembled that of the old empire. The soldiers carried swords and shields of the same color scheme as their armor. They wore silver masks that resembled the theatric facial expression of joy. The masks were dulled and did not shine and most of the soldiers had written something on their cheeks and foreheads in crimson paint cheeks and foreheads. Their leaders wore helmets with long black and red stripped manes that ran along the length of their heads. Beside them stood a soldier with similar mane that ran along the width of their heads and bore a tall pole with several different icons instead of a shield.

Captain Lucias Alexander of the fifth drop-infantry legion found himself standing inside a strange jungle village surrounded by a few awe struck boy-soldiers and petrified civilians whom were not quick enough to hide and take cover. Lucias snapped his blade arm up and pointed at the oldest looking soldier, who didn't look a day older than his own son, and demanded they drop their arms and submit to the Overlord so that he and his men would not have to harm anyone. The villagers nervously looked to one another some even seemed as though they would have bathed in their own feces if the soldiers commanded it. One shaky toad soldier turned to a shy guy warrior and shook his head slowly while the shy guy clenched his spear pole tighter. Lucias knew if the militia equivalent of an army fought his men it would be a slaughter he would never wish to live with, he didn't desire another Spree on his conscience.

Contrary to common belief the Overlord's army's purpose wasn't to rape and pillage any land they entered. For the most part they acted as deterrents for individual parties around the nation from rising up and killing one another, crusaders into the 'badlands' where the old tower once stood, and defenders of trade routes that went through hostile areas like the deserts and forests. The soldiers rarely received orders to put populations to the sword like they had to in spree when the folk were overrun by badland taint. The soldiers were happy to be peace keepers and nation builders when they united the lands of the Overlord under one banner. That was the Overlord's style of conquering; he made the people love him more than they loved their old leaders. The Overlord built hospitals and schools in annexed territories and with the promise of brighter and better lives. Lucias knew all these great deeds were all totally pure, often they were only a guise for the production of factories and mines, but he certainly proffered bribing the masses than putting them to the sword.

"We wish" The captain paused and shouldered his way out of the formation, he walked like a professional soldier but tried to put out as great of a calm look as he could while carrying the black and red shield and sheer onyx black sword. "N-no harm. We are here as liberators of your island, to bring you into the fold of the Overlord's empire.

The assembled people did not falter and only looked upon the soldier in increased terror. The sergeant who bore the unit icon tried to call out to his captain when he noticed more militia assembling but Lucias waved him off. A shy guy child trembled under a tree nearby the formation; it was at him that the captain aimed his focus. Slowly the soldier came to a knee by the trembling child and raised a hand to his own face, removed his own mask that had several red teardrops running down the mask's left cheek. When the mask came away a grizzled face of a man in his mid thirties was revealed. His tanned skin and stubbly face had a soft warm smile on it and when the captain pulled off his black helmet and revealed his shaved head the shy guy slowly reached up with a shaky nub. The captain laughed as the small shy guy rubbed his head as he imagined a curious look on the child's face behind its mask. As if the child had read his mind it removed its white mask to reveal a face of solid purple with black eyes, a tiny nose, and no mouth. Lucias rubbed the top of the child's head before standing and recovering his equipment. When the captain reached his full height his sergeant jabbed his staff into the ground and tapped a few runes along the shaft. The staff stuck in the ground while the group fanned out into a looser circle around the shaking staff. The ground opened and shot out a blue cloud that formed into a lightly armed and armored force of elves and unarmed aid workers. The captain spoke a few words to the new force before gathering his men and pressing into the jungle.

Deep in the jungle a century of the fifth drop infantry slowly waded through the tall grass. Most were tempted to chop threw the thick grass but their commanders shot down any ideas quickly to preserve the integrity of their blades. A week had passed since the Overlord announced the siege of Yoshi's island a victory and even still his soldiers were forced to counter the roving guerilla war bands in the jungles of the island.

"My Honorable Lord Captain," sarcastically called one of the soldiers from the back, a corporal by the name of Gaius "Is there any chance we'll be leaving this grand-lord forsaken island anytime soon? These damned plants are driving me mad."

"You Gaius? No you will certainly die here. As for the rest of us, we will be movin' on in a matter of days to a beautiful resort deployment full of whores and whine." The rather young and boisterous sergeant Lanius replied over his shoulder in favor of the captain.

"Whores and whine." Repeated a young trooper named Marius to himself with a smirk.

"If you lot are quite finished." Called back the Captain casually.

"My apologies sir." Replied Lanius

The cantubernia wandered through the thick jungle until they reached the mouth of an old cave at the foot of a great mountain. Some soldiers that awaited clutched torches that shown bright in the night but even they weren't the most visible here, the shadow giant in the corner was. At the mouth of the cave sat a man that filled each approaching soldier with unmeasured awe, Sublord Balder 'The Mini Khan' greeted them with a toothy smile. Balder could never be seen without his massive spear and sheep's bladder filled with mead, or bladders filled with mead that is. Balder did not rise, he did not speak, he only sat and guzzled down some brew and hummed up towards the stars like a drunken recruit While his men beamed in joy at the sight of the celebrity Lucias scowled with the knowledge that the fight would be far worse than he originally expected if the Overlord had even sent his own brother to aid the one hundred and twenty man strong century. Balder swung his spear wide over his head to rally the gathering soldiers at the mouth of the cave, Lucias at first expected a grand speech but instead Balder cracked a joke and directed the men onward into the cave's gullet. Yes he remembered now, Balder was not his brother, he was no Overlord or general. Balder was the same as Lanius, a grunt, a war dog, man slayer through and through. Lucias smiled in prideful relief that he had another dog soldier to support him when the shit hit the fan as it inevitably would. The century of men wandered into the mouth of the cave guided by their idol and hero into the belly of a mountain they were sure was going to try them in ways no theater had yet, more than a few soldiers couldn't help the urge to mutter 'Omnes relinquite spes, o vos intrantes'.

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Centuries had passed since witch kind was wiped out by death and his brethren. Arachne was never considered a friend to witches, after all she was the woman who sacrificed their souls to create the greatest weapons the world around, but she still felt lonely at times knowing her sisters were all gone. Just outside Dynastes' bed chamber Arachne leaned over the marble balcony to take in the beautiful view that was the dimly lit cityscape, it sickened her. With a gentle grunt Arachne whirled around and flared her fan to cover her face when she turned to head back into the chamber but was stopped by Aveil.

"Oh it's you miss assassin. To what do I owe the honor?" Arachne unfurled her fan and crossed her arms allowing her great sleeves to droop over her moonlight pale skin

"Your network of followers, your cult, why have you not made them known to the Overlord yet?" Aveil asked in her monotone that had become her standard since she was released from the dungeon.

"You underestimate our master; I'm certain he's well aware of their existence and will call upon them when he believes he needs them, and not a second sooner." Arachne motioned to leave before Aveil cut her off with another question.

"Why do you scowl at him when he ventures into the dungeons?"

Arachne came to a dead stop and managed to hide an internal smirk "Doesn't it bother you that we play second fiddle to the long distance girlfriend?"

"Long dist-" Aveil was cut off by Arachne's sudden grabbing of her throat with one of her mighty claw sleeves.

"Since you seem hell-bent on asking me questions I'll save you the breath and answer them now." Arachne's spider web eyes seemed to glow now in the lowlight. "The lord's heart seems to belong to another woman, another woman from another space and time. She WILL be his first mistress, that we can be sure of, but there is one thing I can still control." Arachne ran her long fingers across her supple breasts and through her cleavage "His heart may belong to her but I will ensure his manhood belongs to me, leaving nothing but violence for you." Arachne set Aveil down and headed for the chamber once again; however this time before leaving the witch turned to Aveil who was choking on the ground to give one last word. "I will not be cheated out of my throne by a Stockholm syndrome desert rat." With a smirk to rival Dynastes' Arachne glided her way through the drapes of the balcony and into her chamber to await Dynastes' return.

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The beaches were alight with dim burning torches and candles in the vast fields of pup tents that dotted the shore and the beach. War walked, stoic as ever, down the lines of minion tents with a half empty bottle of possibly the worst whine that ever graced his lips. Once, he would have been sent home after such a great conquest to relax in the minion hive and suck the delicious poisons of a harsher continent he called home. Now he walked the sandy beach of an island he deemed unworthy of being sullied by his feet, in lesser words. War was so lost in his thoughts he was completely caught off guard when a seashell blindsided him causing him to spill what remained of the putrid drink. Though he hated the stuff War couldn't help but fall to his knees in defeat over the loss of the buzz he could have gotten. Before the tears could flow in mourning of the 'drunken black out that got away' Bobba pulled his elder brother under his arm in tight embrace. Bobba's presence was annoying in and of itself to War and his shrill laughter filling the veterans ailing ears certainly didn't help Bobba's case.

"War, War, War I glad I found you. I has stories to tell and you has stories to tell too yes?"

"Bobba" War gritted his teeth as he dragged out the last A in Bobba's name and before laying a tuff bonnie brown fist into the much younger minions jaw sending him tumbling back over the sand. When Bobba had recovered War was well ahead. With a leer Bobba shot from the ground and chased down the older minion while repeatedly shouting his name for all the camp to hear. The fight that sparked between the two more-than-elite minions was quite the spectacle. Gathered browns cheered on their champion of the two, greens hissed and cooed, reds laughed and clapped, and blues scoffed but kept close attention to the tumbling brutes. The sounds of chanting and violence resounded through the night air from the minion camp as they proved to themselves and others, anywhere can be home when you're with family.

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Dynastes let out a great sigh as stepped into his bed chamber. Operations were being conducted all over the island of varying size and purpose each commanding much of the Overlord's attention. Though the pen may be mightier than the sword Dynastes couldn't help but prefer the later over the former in his daily affairs. Certainly, he thought, things would be far easier if he could solve every problem as the previous Overlord's did, by swinging a blade at it until it stopped moving. Alas the Fifth Overlord learned well from the other four's downfalls and knew that slow consumption of a nation's culture was far more fruitful in the long run than attempting genocide. Much like Evil, the Overlord found, life always finds a way.

Dynastes was so lost in his musings he didn't notice Arachne seated on the end of his bed and Aveil standing silently in the corner, the former clearly more of a surprise. The Overlord's first thoughts went to a possible coup by the two women which then brought his hand to the hilt of his saber at his hip which he used in place of 'Arm of Khan'. Arachne began to chuckle when Dynastes back stepped for the door with his blade ready in hand, Aveil was less amused and merely shook her head in what may have been amusement. With a face that reeked of confusion Dynastes sheathed the shining blade with the jet black hand guard shaped like a phoenix's head and relaxed his stance.

"Aveil, I understand your presence here, but Arachne? You have your own quarters, what business do you have in mine?" Dynastes said when he returned to his full height and usual stiff, hands on the small of his back, stance.

"I am your mistress, am I not my lord? I felt that sharing a bed" Arachne paused and shot the Overlord a seductive smirk "and our bodies would be more than appropriate for two creatures such as ourselves."

As Arachne spoke Aveil showed the first bit of emotion she had since her captures, a disgusted scoff. The desert assassin watched the man she viewed as an Olympian babble and get lost in the seductress' words like a five year old that just learned the little girl in his class has a crush on him. Dynastes searched for an excuse when he broke composer. His eyes, ears, and mind had betrayed him in the worst ways the Overlord could have imagined. His hearing cut away and let the woman's words bounce through his mind as it shot tingles down his spine and through his body. His sight fixed on Arachne's slender lips as his own began to pulsate with desire. Dynastes' mind was the greatest offender of all as it did what he had never known it to do before, nothing. Dynastes' mind was blank and allowed the words and lustful imaginings of a nude Arachne fill the echoing void. Clear as day the Overlord could imagine her generous curves and bountiful breast bare and against his skin. His mind painted a picture of the milky white flesh against his, beaded with sweat as they became one. Before the weak minded Overlord could realize what was happening he felt the massive 'hands' of Arachne's gown gently grace his back guide the Overlord to Arachne's lap and the foot of what was now THEIR bed.

For Avail it was watching a car accident take place. Had she not known better she'd have assumed that the Overlord was under a spell cast by the witch, but she knew his weakness. As great of a man Dynastes was his weakness for the flesh had run far too deep in his bloodline to be overpowered. Like his father before him and his father back until the first Overlord Dynastes was a lecher.

When Dynastes reached the foot of the bed he stood in a space provided by the parted knees of Arachne made accessible by her dress dissolving away into an ocean of spiders that scurried off into a mound in the corner of the room before dissolving. The spider colony sliding off Arachne's body would have surely been a turn off to most men as even Aveil cringed at the sight but Dynastes was far to enthralled with what sat before him to notice such a thing. Arachne's clothes having scampered off left Dynastes with a full view of the body Death himself couldn't bring himself to allow to leave the earth. His eyes greedily scanned over the ocean of milky skin at a similar pace as his large warm hands. Arachne's breast were even more mesmerizing now that the Overlord could stare freely at the velvet tits that perked up and stared back at him. Aveil was astonished as to how fast the Overlord had thrown off his clothes before greedily and roughly making himself one with Arachne.

Arachne had never felt as she did now. All her life SHE was in power, SHE was in control, but now she was completely out of her own mind and enveloped by ecstasy of the Overlord inside her. Dynastes was superhuman and as such his girth was more than correct to proportion. Her plan to be in control was thrown out the window the moment her legs wrapped around his waist and deep shaded lips parted with her legs to receive him. Arachne could feel her mind going blank as her head hit the mattress and her back arched in the air. With every deep, powerful, thrust from Dynastes her entire body shivered with her bouncing breasts. Inside of herself Arachne could her body shaping to better receive Dynastes' girth. The thought that truly she could never receive another rang in both the lustful lovers' minds. Before she knew it Arachne was committing another first and another treachery to herself. Loudly she screamed and moaned her masters' name again and again loud enough that a very disgusted Aranel three floors down in her own bed was unable to sleep.

The cold and serious face Arachne commonly wore faded and gave way to that of what she could have once called 'an imbecilic whore'. The proud witch could not have cared any less about appearances now as her body was positively melted by the overwhelming power of her lord. The only thing that Arachne's mind could tune in on was the sudden sound of kissing that was barely audible under her loud moans and the smack, smack, smack of her body meeting Dynastes'. When she managed to peak her head up between thrusts Arachne's face almost lost the red flush and lustful expression, almost. Before her Dynastes was greedily kissing a suddenly naked Aveil. The brown skinned woman was pressed tight to the Overlord's body as they kissed and exchanged perverse gasps and moans. Arachne almost spoke up when she felt a powerful hand clench her rear as Dynastes drove into her harder and faster. Once again she was under his spell as her body was assaulted by his power and her lust. When the witch managed to peek up again she spotted the desert assassin gyrating her hips on Dynastes' free hand while he tugged at her red lips. In that moment Arachne swore she would kill Aveil, but the pledge would quickly go forgotten as Dynastes' hand that once graced her rear started to tug at the woman's already throbbing clit.

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Aranel got no sleep on the night her brother made love to his mistresses. Neither did anyone in the fort for that matter. It was quite literally the most emotionally scaring moment in the scientist's young life and the years of therapy that followed did not help her one bit.

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"Caves really suck, yes caves really suck. Caves, caves, caves yes caves really suck. Suck, suck suck, suck suck suck, caves really really suuuck."

"Shut the fuck up Rufus!"

"Naw I liked his singing. Rufus keep going, please."

"You shut up too Spurious!"

"Spurious, Rufus, Gaius, all of you shut up!" called back Lanius to the formation of men as they haphazardly trudged deeper into the cave that was ominously illuminated by random pockets of lava along the artery-like tunnels.

Upon entering the cave earlier that night Lucias was filled with worry as to just what the Overlord had expected they would encounter having sent his own brother along to lead the enemy base raid himself. When the century was forced to split up at a four way intersection Lucias grew even more worried. Now in a group with a third of a century's strength Lucias couldn't fight back the uneasy feeling he held. Walking aimlessly in the impossibly hot cavern was enough but doing so with no aim as to where your path will lead and whether or not it will dump in the center of an enemy horde was another. After some wandering the group of soldiers came to an atrium with vents that lead to the surface which let in the most heavenly of cross breezes. Here Lucias ordered his men to rest and gather themselves while he got a bearing on where they were. Stepping up ahead of the group the captain removed his helmet with a deep sigh of relief before running a hand through his soaked stubbly hair.

"Galan!" called the captain to his unit's designated elven mage. From the back of the pack a tall, slender elven man trotted up to the captain. The elf was equipped with the same armor and weapons as the rest of the soldiers but where they carried backpacks full of specialty weapons or equipment the elf carried herbs and a staff. "Can you see anything ahead son?"

The elf sheathed his sword and set down his shield before drawing his staff. The captain watched as the elf took a knee and clenched his eyes shut with the staff in one hand and the other extended forward down their next path. Suddenly the elf's eyes shot open as he lurched back and rose from the ground. Galan snapped his eyes towards his captain's in fright. The captain didn't need to hear the next words as he was already sliding his helmet in place and marching pass the elf to bark orders to his men. Close behind Galan followed and informed his captain that he could sense some kind of dragoons headed their way from down the tunnel. With pride the captain nodded to Galan and sent him off to join the men before turning to face the tunnel's mouth with his sword hand held high.

"Alright boys, it seems the enemy is so eager for death they no longer can wait the arrival of the Overlord's will. Form testudo and grant these heathens their wish!" punctuating the captains command was a call from the riled up soldiers as they formed up next to and behind their commander, none would dare take the front and center spot from him.

Echoing down the hall the men could make out stampeding steps from heavy feet followed by a chorus of high-pitched yips and yaps of creatures the men could hardly recognize. With squinted eyes the captain held hiss blade up high for all to see before pounding his chest once, twice, a third time, a fourth time, again and again until each of his men joined in unison and their sound drowned out the noise of the approaching dragoons. When the first yoshi riding Shy Guy came around the bend and towards the empire formation the men yelled and roared in furious anticipation of blood. With one furious jab of his blade Lanius dipped his blade deep in the heart of the screaming red yoshi as its body slapped into the shield wall stopping its momentum but not that of the unfortunate rider who flew into the center of the formation and was butchered by the men. With a heralding cry Lanius roared 'First blood to Legion' to which the men replied with three roars and stomps. The next moment was not so spirited as uncountable shy guys and yoshis came burning out of the tunnel. The yoshi line collapsed upon the empire shield wall like a wave does the beach. The formation held for awhile and cleaved through more than a few yoshi throats and impaled a good bunch of shy guy cavalrymen, but when the second wave came with mixed cav and infantry the formation was doomed to scatter under sheer weight. The atrium was soon full from wall to wall with chaos. Fifty men met over a hundred rebels in an atrium half as long as a football field but just as wide. Lucias grunted and shouted from the middle of the chaos as he beheaded another rider-less yoshi before smacking an infantry shy guy so hard with his shield he could feel the little freak's skull detonate under the force. Not far from his captain Lanius managed to drive his blade through the neck of a charging yoshi and straight into the gut of its rider, few had ever seen a man with such a joyous face behind a melancholic mask as he was showered in gore. The young soldier ripped his blade from the monsters throat and shoved it aside with a hard jab from his shield before pressing forward to get closer to his captain. One soldier named Varius was unfortunate enough to have a yoshi tongue wrap around his neck just before he could finish his seventh shy guy. The choking was bad but the massive green maw smashing his skull before letting his body slump to the floor in a puddle of its own fluid was worse. Lanius would not allow one of his men be killed in such a way and as such made his mission to kill that particular yoshi and its rider.

Spotting the angry soldier coming his way the Shy guy commander turned to address him. When Lanius came into range the shy guy rider gave his mount a slap signaling the beast to shoot out its longue bumpy tongue. Lanius smirked and blocked the first shot with his shield before swiping his blade across and severing the tip of the yoshi's tongue. The creature screeched and thrashed before dropping its rider to the floor. As the green yoshi balled and wailed it was abruptly silenced by a blade being stabbed through its bulbous nose. Lanius cooed as he jerked the blade up and down a few times before ripping it through the top of the yoshi skull to shower the petrified shy guy and himself in yet more blood. The green yoshi corpse fell limp to the floor as Lanius drove his blade downward, splitting the shy guy's mask down the middle, ending its life.

The skirmish lasted ten minutes before surviving shy guy forces retreated back from whence they came leaving the now thirty strong empire force bloodied but victorious. Lucias and Lanius accounted for their fallen soldiers and their supplies before making any further plans. Each dead soldier was lined up along one of the side cave walls, hands crossed over their chests and swords held tight. Those who were missing limbs were covered by blankets but their blades still rested upon their chests. The chaplain Marcus read from the Underlord's bible to grant the fallen safe passage while Lanius organized his still able bodied men.

"Alright listen up. The wounded will be transported back to the cave mouth with five others and await our return. The rest of us are moving on to the objective. The night is over for many of your brothers but not for us, we've still got a job to do." With that the Captain slid his helmet back on and headed off to meet with Galan once again leaving Lanius to decide who would accompany the wounded back to the cave mouth.

Twenty-five men wandered into a massive chamber larger than even the Overlord's spire and what they saw made every man among them whisper a prayer to the Underlord. Before them was a massive piranha plant the size of a fortress breathing fire and consuming or tearing apart men. What few shy guys that remained had been slaughtered by either the rest of the century or the plant beast that sought to do the same to the empire soldiers.

Lanius who had lost his helmet to a yoshi in the previous battle displayed a worried face for the first time in his life as he stroked his long locks with one hand. The captain had wordlessly stepped out in front of the group and rolled his shoulders around a few times. Without turning back he spoke.

"Well, forward unto the breach I suppose." With that and a sigh the captain jogged down the berm and into the fray. Behind him Lanius turned towards the soldiers at his right and left before giving each a smile they'd never see again and a nod before following his captain towards the plant's stalk.

Balder was outwardly relishing the excitement but inwardly dreading it. He had already gotten some excellent fighting on the way down through the tunnels but now he had the glory of facing this monstrosity of a salad, it would have truly been a good night had he been alone. The behemoth of a man swung his spear as though he were dancing while he chopped, stabbed, and evaded plant head after plant head that came from the monster. With a clumsy leap he vaulted a soldier being drug on the ground by a vine form the plant; poor bastard had no chance when the vines dragged him into the lava. Nothing angered Balder more than something killing his men but he knew he couldn't avoid the vines and go for the stalk at the same time; he simply wasn't nearly fast enough. Then with a spark of inspiration that Balder was sure would made his brother proud Balder stopped fighting. To the men's horror a forest of vines engulfed their hero and dragged the mountain of a man into the air before slamming so hard on the ground the impact made a crater big enough for five men to seek cover from plant head fireballs. Balder only smiled as he was drug towards the lava pit beneath the plant and with a great shout at the finally moment the mini Khan ripped through the vines, got to his feet, slid to a stop just at the edge of the lava pool, and swung his mighty spear so wide not only did he easily cleave through the stalk he sever two hundred and fourteen other vines that had climbed their way from the lava.

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The next morning Dynastes wandered the fort in an open chested robe and slacks with a hearty grin on his face. Balder was just arriving from his mission in the volcano when he spotted his elder brother sauntering around the fort with a swagger that he had not yet seen on the Overlord but he had recognized in himself and others.

"Dearest brother, I see you have finally joined me in the circle of manhood!" Cried Balder as he stampeded across the entry hall to embrace his brother and twirl him in the air as though he were a mere man.

"Yes, yes brother. I, your elder, have finally joined you in manhood." Dynastes choked out beneath chuckles as his brother finally set him down.

"Aye brother and it's good to have you here. Mayhaps you will soon join me for a drink and a hunt as real men do when we return home now that you've done away with your wee lad pants."

"Speaking of hunts how went yours brother?"

"Oh you know Dynastes, it was as you and father always said," Balder smirked as a group of minions finally dragged the head of the piranha plant inside "Evil always finds a way."


A/N Alrighty thank you all for keeping up so far and again sorry for waiting so long to post I will try to get faster and keep up the quality as long as you guys and gals keep reading. Remember to fav review and follow this story if you think I'm awesome :D or at least pity me which ever

For those of you who read this far thanks and here's a nice little set of teasers to the next set of chapters

A cover and concept art

A certain elven race coming to help the Overlord

Legitimate rule over the Mushroom kingdom

A new force to bolster the overlord's numbers along with a new enemy

Certain yellow minion shenanigans

Some new tech

Some surprise visitors called in to join the fray

A five factions one war one the worlds unluckiest continent

And four individuals who will try and end it all

All this to come in the next few chapters so stay tuned