Chapter 14
Nevel grinned widely. America was in turmoil, so Europe, to appease him, was handing over control. Europeans had been at each other's throats for ages, but then the world wars had happened and now they were weak and gullible. After losing a generation, they were eager to find peaceful solutions whenever possible.
That was not true with restless Americans who tiredly protested his rule by running around naked, dodging the draft, and making puns about him.
The Middle East had practically wiped out. He sent an army of turkeys there mimicking the Roman idea of 'diaspora'. If they would not be governed, kill them all. First, the turkey's ray guns evaporated the water. Then they attacked the large cities. Finally, they started broadcasting radio waves that sickened anyone in broadcast range. It was not the sort that would damage cells, but eventually the population had been pacified.
He smiled, and then turned back to his favorite toy.
Tori Vega lay unmoving on his bed wearing only the lingerie he dressed her in. His soldiers had brought her immediately, afraid of his wrath. She had been dead for nearly a minute. The ray guns had attacked her nerves directly, causes her heart to shut down. Luckily for her, the nanobots did more than tell him her vital signs. Besides being able to know how she was physically, they also protected her from weapons made by Overlord, just in case she was hit by cross fire from a coworker. It would even stop a bullet from a gun. Something about that fact bothered Nevel, but he put it to the back of his mind.
But he knew how to fix that. With the press of a button, a jolt of electricity was sent into her heart. Her bra contracted and expanded, mimicking C.P.R. Within seconds, her bonds revived her.
Tori shot up, gasping for air. It was a beautiful sight. She was powerful, engaging, a goddess he had breathed life into with his genius, though perhaps it was a bit borrowed. She lay there gasping a few moments as she collected herself. Nevel patiently waited. The information pouring into his watch informed him of her vital signs, all strong.
Tori looked around where she was, and what she was wearing. Her long, tan legs curled in, and she went into the fetal position. He let her cry a moment, why not? He was heartless, but something about her pain was so compelling, he had to watch.
Soon enough, she was content, and got up on the opposite side of her boss wrapping the sheet around her. Nevel was already standing. He regarded her coolly.
"I will never forgive you," She whispered harshly. Her eyes strained to see out the window. Nevel had developed weather control machines, so the sunsets in Overlord City were always stunning. She fit right in.
"I don't make my decisions based on whether or not I will be forgiven for them," He answered without waver.
"No, no you don't. How could you?"
They stood in silence watching the sun go down.
"Go tell Freddie I'm ready for him now."
She nodded and dropped the sheet. Everyone who wanted to live to tomorrow had already left the building.
Nevel knew what that this confrontation would come to a head soon. It was very likely that Freddie would die.