The Overlad

by tranellsimmons

Quaver: There once a boy named Rana, who is the Son of two Legendary Adventures. Sadly the Adventures are dead, the boy as well. But the boy was brought back to life thanks to his Minions. Now the boy is ready to take revenge upon the Golden Hand, he will send them all to Hell. All hail the Fifth Overlord! May he conquer the lands like the Fourth, who is now a Wraith inside the boy

1. Chapter 1

Now, how does this go? Ahem! Once upon a time… there was our Lord and Dark Emperor…

The Fourth Overlord, quite relentless and pure evil like his Father, the Third Overlord but not as extreme sadly. However he had carved a path through the lands bringing both destruction and domination with him.

He brought down the Glorious Empire along with its Emperor Solarius (who is really disguised as a terrible elf that caused the Great Cataclysm, long eared fool) with the help of his minions killed the Emperor, established his own place as he conquered the entire world.

He would be known as the first being who truly ruled over the world with an iron evil fist, a feat that no man nor god alive has ever accomplished to this day.

After achieving greater victory, he decided to create an ultimate weapon, a ring of power.

In the darkest depths of the Netherworld, the Fourth Overlord forged a greater master ring made out of the hardest unbreakable material of obsidian and ebony, he sacrifice his spells and his father's (which he and his minions managed to salvage of what's left of the old ruined tower through the wastelands.) to fuse with in the ring.

And for the final touches he poured his own life force into it as well out of cruelty, hatred, and his anger.

Thus the Dark Ring was made.

The inscriptions in the ring were written in elvish and they say. "From darkness through chaos. Evil will always find a way."

I like it, it sends chills down my old boney spine hehehe.

The ring itself has the ultimate power of Domination.

It grants its wearer the ability to control over many sentient lifeforms susceptible to its immense magical power. This allows one to enslave others and assemble an army with sufficient effort.

It is absolute, unbreakable to be free from its influence.

No one and I mean, no one couldn't break free of its power and even grew resistant against it.

Even if they do, they'll be dead or their brain will be damaged beyond repair like they have been explored for some reason.

Such as willpower it won't be able to fight off the ring's power.

Iron will not deny it.

The ring cannot be destroyed. Only the Fourth Overlord, the one who created it, can destroy it.

To ensure no one can dismantle it. He uses an ancient forbidden spell on it so no magic, not even his own, or physical strength could break the ring.

He made it super indestructible.

Though it has one weakness, the ring won't be able to work if it goes inside of a via anti-magic shield.

He always hated that.

Then sometimes later it went horribly wrong.

After ruling for many years, the Fourth Overlord was slain by a Band of Do-gooders called the 'Shining Justice' whose main goal was the eradication of all evil in the world.

They even had a Unicorn with them…oversized pit ponies make me sick.

With the death of our Lord, they took his ring, hidden inside of a temple located at the very center of the earth where none could reach it.

Except us of course. Ha ha ha!

Many weeks ago when we got there in time, someone had already taken it before we could.

To whom would've taken our late master's ring?

That is a simple answer: we don't know whom…

As our old Master's soul fled into the Infernal Abyss, when his Father, the Third Overlord, was waiting for him.

But unfortunately their reunion was interrupted by a powerful mage beyond legendary wouldn't let that happen.

She devised a plan to make our master separate away from our other master.

She unleashed a spell on him, a spell not only that, it banished him away from his father and the Inferno Abyss.

It turned him to a walking unseenable, untouchable, spirit, a wraith to be exact.

Back to Overlad when the brown first found him around his childhood… These were the old evil days.

He cannot be seen by no one except us, minions, spirits, ghosts, and other wraiths.

Elves maybe, Necromancers? Sort of, Magic users? Possibly.

It was horrible, well not really that horrible because one of his mistresses is also a spirit.

One thing in particular, he wasn't worried about it.

He decided to embark on a quest to look for a living vessel, a host.

Be it a human or a monster or whatever their race is.

Once he has a suitable host, he or she will become our fifth master.

But suddenly things turn from good to worse.

When he tried to enter a body of a human being the mage's spell forbade him from entering within one, not only that he couldn't.

He also cannot enter the bodies of monsters, demi-humans, especially half humans.

At any point, he wasn't allowed to possess either of them as host. We should've realized or known this was going to happen.

Foolish wench how dare she put that curse in our Master.

Frustrated, our Lord unleashes his fury upon every mage. He could find none, and may not escape his invisible slaughter. Even we took part of it, which he allowed of course.

Then in one day there was a sign of evil in the air…

Our Master felt the presence of his ring finally being worn by a young human child, and to our surprise, he is a descendent of our very first Master.

The Black Baron.

I never knew that his bloodline still remains.

The Fourth Overlord realizes now that he can possess a human as his own vessel but he alone

cannot possess one or different species of race; there is a hint, more to the point they must be related to our very first master; who carried his blood in their veins if not related then he can't.

So we minions search high and low traveling throughout the lands for him. We were all excited, less impatient for this right moment to bring evil back on the road once again.

In fact we have a big celebration back at Netherdeep. The minion horde were all drinking, feasting and fu- ahem uh… I mean fornicating themselves to our enslaved human women silly. Eventually we managed to tone it down for now.

After weeks of searching…

In the outskirts of Vosk. We finally found him, our new Master.

Rana. Son of the Giant Killer, Cattleya and Dragon Slayer, Owen.

We heard such stories about his parents and their adventures but never saw them.

The minions were ordered to secretly observe him.

Day one

The Minions watch him practice his sword training with his mother every morning and night.

No doubt they're trying to turn him into a warrior.

I've seen many lords these days used to be warriors upon their code of honor some of them turned a psychopath, an assassin, a power hungry mad king and even bloodthirsty murder.

All the same.

Day two

Young Lord Rana taught himself how to use stealth daring the night using only a knife in hand. We can always use something like that to our advantage like the Greens but mostly it goes down sour.

Then on day three

His father trained him on how to use a bow to aim and an arrow to shoot. He also taught him the arts of axe and knife throwing.

Impressive teachers they are, like one big evil happy family.

Then on day four… something terrible happened.

Around night, his home was under attack by a group of organized bandits called the Golden Hand.

They burned his home in flames, killed his father, his mother, and stole all the weapons they built for their customers.

As for Lord Rana… he met his demise.

He fought against the Golden Hand but they easily outnumbered him. Then he was killed by the Golden Hand Leader named Deus.

It was no mistake the minions saw it with their own eyes. The fool impaled our new Lord with a blade through his heart, threw his body onto the ground leaving him to die while he bleeds to death.

A painful way to die. I've seen it many times when I was a young minion.

However, that wasn't the end of him. Once he's died the minions retrieve his lifeless body and bring him to Netherdeep where the Blues use their magic to heal his wounds away. Maris, the Minion Reaper, was the last to resurrect our new Lord back to the land of living.

But sadly he didn't wake up, we discovered he was in a coma.

We hope he didn't suffer from a brain tumor.

It wouldn't hurt us to see such a thing,

One week later, the minions performed an ancient ritual, helping the Fourth Overlord bonding him with our new Dark Lord, controlling his body like a toy wooden puppet.

Since our new prince of darkness is unable to move no thanks to that caused coma, we waited for him to wake up, while our old master had a little fun while taking care of his body.

With the pure evil ring of power back in his possession. The Old Overlord brought himself to the Overworld where he could cause a little chaos.

He also defined a master sinister plan to find the most powerful warriors in the world and 'recruit' them onto our cause.

As he did accordingly, we began to wait patiently for our new lord.

Together the two will bring the next generation of evil back to its feet.

But does he involve himself in killing the innocent like our previous masters have? I think not.

Once he arose from his coma. I have a feeling in my little black heart. He wants revenge upon those who were responsible for his parents death.

Revenge is a powerful tool, an emotion with a dish best served cold that could lead someone to darkness.

But what do we say?

"Evil always finds a way"

X

Netherdeep

Rana, the young child boy groaned slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. He was inside what appears to be a bedroom. He slowly lifted up his back, getting up from the bed, he was lying in to have a look around after he yawned and stretched up his lambs apart. 'Where exactly am I?'

To his right.

Here was a small wooden table next to him, with a glowing candle and a short roman sword on it. In front of him were two entrances that seemed to lead to somewhere, and near to the entrance on the left.

The ceiling above him looks like it's made out of stone but it looks actually obsidian and the floor as well, luckily it was smooth, straight and walkable to walk on.

He looked down to see that he no longer wore his purple dress, instead, he now wore a dark purple ninja uniform, with chest plate of ebony steel armor, almost like obsidian with a three crowned helmet symbol, a pauldron on his right side shoulder had a roaring dragon head present on it, with its eyes seemed to be glowing a menacing red color, in his left arm was gauntlet having multiple ancient runes on it, the middle of it was circle its center glowed orange color.

He also has a black cape with shreds on.

'I'm in hell or heaven?" he thought in his mind. 'How did I get here?' He realized something. 'Wait, I'm alive?'

Reaching to his chest; his right gloved fingers rested upon a christened scar on it underneath his new clothing.

'I am alive, someone must have brought me back to life, but wait if I'm still alive then that means…" his eyes widened in realization. "They're dead...'

His parents, he is referring to his parents,

His own family died, gone.

And his only home, destroyed, reduced to ashes.

By the hands of those outlaws, the Golden Hand.

He wanted to drop to his knees and cry out tears like the kid he is. But his father taught him the most important rule of being a warrior, a warrior never cries until a fight is over.

He was right, so he held in his tears.

His fingers curled as his hands clenched tightly into fists, his face distorting into a scowl; unknowingly his blue eyes flashed black.

His grief, sorrow, and anguish were swept away like dust with a new set of emotions rose, rage and hatred.

Hated towards the Golden Hand and their leader.

'I'll kill them… I'll kill them all.' His blood was boiling. 'Every single one of them I will feed their bodies to the crows, burn their bones to the deepest lava pit… they will all pay.'

"I see that you are awake," a voice spoke out, cutting him from his thoughts. "I can feel your fury. It gets you power, makes you focus and makes you stronger. I like it."

"Huh? Who said that?! Who's there?!" Rana quickly begins to panic, he goes over to the table and grabs the handle of the roman sword, looking around, pointing his new weapon in hand to directions.

"Calm down." Rana turned to his right to see no one. "I am not your enemy. If I was your enemy I would've killed you right now but unfortunately I can't."

"And I am supposed to believe you?" Rana turned left trying to find the source. "How do I know you're not one of the members of the Golden Hand?"

The voice sounds a bit offended. "I am no bandit. Bandits are poor fools who do nothing except killing people, raiding their houses for coin, kidnapping woman folk and rape them to have pleasure sex quite a bit creative I must say."

"Then if you're no bandit where are you?" Rana asked.

"Look behind you." The voice told him.

Hoping, it's not a trick without a moment of hesitation. The Son of the Giant Killer turned himself around to look behind the second he did. He saw before him a hooded ghostly little boy wearing a hooded winter outfit who is the same height as him with growing black eyes, had a quiver full of less arrow on his back and a ghost sheathed sword too.

"Boo."

"Ahh!" That took a scare out of him, he nearly fell to the floor and almost dropped his new sword.

The ghost chuckled; he loved it when his victims got scared so easily sometimes they're a bit too tricky.

Managing to calm down his beating heart, Rana stares at the ghost child. "…are you a ghost?"

He corrected him. "I am wraith, actually but yes."

"You're a wraith?" Rana questioned earning a nod from him. 'As I should've known, though this isn't the first time I met a wraith before and I doubt I'll be the last.'

"I can hear your thoughts." This caused him to gazed at the wraith with a surprise look on his face.

"You can?"

He nodded again, giving him the answer without responding.

"Okay…well, here's a question: how did you get… well like that?" Rana asked, referring to the wraith form.

"I used to be human, you know, until my body got destroyed by a group of do-gooders but now those do-gooders are dead thanks to my four Netherghuls."

"The Netherghuls?" Getting confused until he realizes what he means for what they are and it seems he knows them. "You mean the Fourth Overlord's Four Horsemen of Apocalypse?" Rana questioned. "I thought they were a myth, a rumor I heard not so long ago."

"Uh so that's what the humans are calling them now hmmm? Interesting name, I like it. But I can assure you they are no myth, and the rumor about them is true. They're real 'very' real but let's not get ahead of ourselves." The Wraith responded. "Now, I know you have many questions right now, so state them but please one at a time."

"Alright, who are you?" Rana questioned.

Introducing himself to him. "I don't know my real name, it's been too long. I have forgotten it many years ago, but I have another one which is the title. I am the Fourth Overlord. Son of the Third Overlord, God of the Infernal Abyss, Tyrant of Nordberg and Everlight, The Tower Heart Salvager, Leader of the Pack, Terror from the North, The Scourge of Nature and Conquer of The World."

Rana was simply shocked as he let out a huge gasp in surprise. "You're the Fourth Overlord? Son of the former hero who is known as the Third Overlord?"

"Indeed."

"I've… heard of you…" Rana has definitely heard of him and known him. He remembered some years ago when he was very little before his mother died she told bedtime stories about him; he even read some books about him visiting a library in the city of Vosk. "Your name… is written in all of history and a lot of people are still talking about you."

"Thank you for telling me I am pretty sure I've not forgotten yet. But not all people don't want to remember me. The church is trying to get rid of my name off the face of history itself damn fools always hiding the truth from people which could lead to certain consequences."

"I hope it doesn't come to that." Rana muttered before asking another question. " what is this place or where am I?"

"You're in the Netherdeep, Rana. Home of ultimate evil." He answered. "Unfortunately it used to be until I sort of uh… exploded and wrecked the place luckily it's still intact and before you ask how that happened I will give you a quick answer when those pathetic good for nothing do gooders defeated me my power became highly unstable and… you can guess what happened next."

"I see, you don't have to tell me I think I get the idea." Rana said processing the information given to him. "So why am I here?"

The Former Overlord stared directly at him. "You're here because I've chosen you and the one I was looking for. We are bound together, you and I. Between life and death if you die then I'll bring you back from the dead again."

"You're not joking are you?" He earned a head shook from his ghostly friend. "Why me? Why not choose someone else."

"I can't." Fourth Overlord revealed, best to tell him the truth. "An arrogant selfish mage placed a spell on me, one that not only banished me away from the Inferno Abyss where my father awaits for me. It also forbids me from entering a living being, a living body, be it a human, demi human half human and monster. You, however…" He points at his chest. "Are different and special."

"Why is that?" Rana questioned drying to know.

"Let me tell you a story." The Overlord dramatically turned around. "Before the magical plague, my rule over the world and my father took the title of Overlord and many Overlords before him. There was a man, a pure evil man called the Black Baron. He wanted to conquer, pillage and destroy. In order to make that happen he uses a forbidden and dark alchemy spell henceforth he created. His loyal and competent servants the minions and so together they conquered his county. The armies didn't know what hit them when they cut through them. They knelt in front of his might and the Baron named himself, The very first Overlord. The Harbinger of Evil, Ruler of All and My Very First Predecessor."

"Heard of him." Rana said. "Mother told me about him a year ago. I believe she said he ate his victims like a cannibal to replenish his health which is disgusting."

"Indeed he had." He confirmed before continuing. "Once he was gone his nephew took his place. He was only sixteen years old by that time. He caused the great war between the Elves and Dwarves, making him take over their Kingdoms with ease. After ruling over the Kingdom for several years, on the night he and his Mistresses decided to have a little fun, then he shortly died. After his death his son was born but he didn't want to take his place or follow his father's evil footsteps. He left his kingdom behind and never returned."

"Why didn't he return?" Rana asked, curious to know.

He shrugged. "I can't say for certain but I believe he was exiled for committed murder. As the years went by. He met and secretly married a woman with ancient arts of darkness and had a lot of children and grandchildren until the next and the next and the next."

"What is this point?"

"The point is he created a family bloodline for many years before he died from a heart attack. Then all of his family members were hunted down and killed by his father's enemies except one." He turns to him. "Your mother."

Rana realized what the Overlord was talking about. "Are you telling me that my mother is…" Dropping down into his knees. "No… you can't be true."

"Yes, Rana." He placed his ghostly hand on his shoulder. "Your mother carried his blood within her and so do you. You are the Descendent of the Black Baron and his nephew, the First Overlord. My Predecessors. You are the one I was looking for. The one who wore my ring. You were the perfect one that I can bond with. My host."

Rana placed his free hand on his shocking face. "My family carries an evil bloodline and I didn't even know anything about it?" He hit himself soft on the forehead. "This can't be happening to me." He placed his hand down.

Turning to his ghostly competition with a low voice. "Did my mother know about all this?"

"I can't say if she does." The former hero's son replied.

"So only she knows but it's too late to ask her." Rana lowered his head and mumbled. "If only she would've been alive to tell me I would've known but now she's gone to heaven along with father. It's hopeless now. But none of it mattered now." Lifting his head to look up at the Fourth Overlord. "So what's gonna happen to me? I'm here to take your place as the Fifth Overlord? Let me tell you that's not going to happen, I'm not gonna become evil like… my ancestors." He stood up, getting off the rocky floor.

"I'm not saying you should but yes, I want you to become my successor. You can either become evil or not. It's up to you to choose whatever you want to or not."

"I'm not even sure if I want to follow them." Rana muttered to himself. 'Though I do want to become good like…them… if I'm trying to do the right thing to do but it's right.'

"So what will you do?" The former Overlord got his attention. "Your home has been destroyed, your parents are murder. Yet I couldn't help but to feel your desperate need for revenge upon those who are responsible for their deaths but you use a tool not letting it consume you which I found interesting, of you."

"I'm trying not to let it control me." Rana replied not denying it. "But yeah, you're right I need to avenge my family deaths so their souls can rest in peace. By God I wanted to do this for them."

"Then how about it? Will you choose to become Overlord, take revenge upon the fools who murder your parents or." The Overlord pauses for a moment. "Will you simply run away like a coward and forget about retribution? Do you wish to shame them?"

No way.

There is no way in hell. He's not running away, like a scaredy-cat he would rather die than doing that. Rana was no coward, he never backed down from a fight, even to the likes of those criminals. His father taught him better as a warrior not to be a coward, so did his mother.

He will not dishonor them, he will be a disgrace and that will branded him forever.

They would be disappointed in him, if he does decide to go away.

He promised himself to avenge the ones that he loves the most and he will do it by following the path of darkness if he must.

A necessary evil.

He doesn't care if God himself may send him to hell.

Screw what the Bible from the Church says.

"Fourth Overlord." Rana places his glance at him. "If I am going to be your successor as an Overlord. I need a promise from you that no innocent people would die in the process. I swear if one innocent dies then I'll…"

"You have nothing to worry about." The Overlord said immediately, cutting him off. "After all, we both share the same body so I will not use you to kill non-guilty people, that's not what you wanted. So you have my word."

Rana merely gave him a doubting look but seemingly convinced the Overlord upholds his promise to him. "Alright then...I trust you for now but not fully. Just because you help me doesn't mean I really do trust you as a friend."

"Does this mean-"

"Yes, I will become the Fifth Overlord but I'm not doing this for you or my two evil ancestors, I'm doing this for my family."

"Fair enough." The Fourth Overlord responded calmly.

Before he could continue. Rana noticed something was missing, when he looked at his left index finger. "What the- It's gone, the ring is gone! The Golden Hand must have taken it while I was dying."

"They didn't take it." The Overlord told him, holding out his right hand, opening it, revealing a plue black ring with elvish runes glowing white as bright around it appeared on the center of his ghostly palm. "I did, I have to hide it so they won't take it from you after you are dead."

"Thanks." He gently took the ring from him and placed it on the same finger. "I was a bit worried if they would take it. Oh that reminds me, here's a question: why am I wearing this armor?"

"The armor you're wearing is a sign." The Overlord explained.

"Meaning?" His host questioned.

"Normally, that armor should have killed you now." He answered, making Rana become uneasy. "But since you already died it had accepted you as its rightful wearer. If it didn't, well… you already know the answer but it is part of a test so you succeeded."

Looking down at his new armor he's wearing. "I kinda like this but it needs some improvements."

"I'll have my Minion Blacksmith work on those improvements for you." The Overlord made a note.

"Another thing, what happened to my clothes?" He questioned.

"You mean that girly ridiculous repulsive dress you wear?" The Overlord makes his host blush embarrassed knowing it's true. "Hate to say this, it has many cuts and tears beyond repair. So the Minions have it disposed of, except for your underwear, your necklace and your headband."

Rana sighs a bit disappointed. "That's good to know. One final question: if you have a father then who's your mother?"

The Fourth Overlord gave him a dry look. "I don't wanna talk about her."

"Why? What has she done to you?"

Suddenly his own hand moved by itself and hit him across his forehead. No doubt it was the Fourth Overlord's doing. "Ow! what was that for?!"

"I DO NOT SPEAK OF SHE WHO MUST NOT BE MENTIONED!" The Overlord exclaimed, scaring him.

"OK! FINE! ALRIGHT! I'M SORRY!" Quickly apologizing to him.

However for some curious reason after he yelled.

Rana somehow could feel his emotion of anger rising within him. How can he? Is that normal? He could never- unless… of course.

When the minions helped their former Dark

Majesty bound him together as one with the boy. Both can now understand their feelings, their emotions, their thoughts, their movements. There's no guarantee it must be a side fact in the process from the ritual which the blue minions are aware of.

The Overlord huffed in response. "You should be. Now that you're awake from that coma, be right back."

'Coma?' He was about to ask him about it but he didn't give him a chance, the Wraith Overlord had disappeared leaving him the questions in his head.

He was in a coma? How long has it been? In fact, how many days, weeks or months have passed?

Has it been years? No, he doesn't think so. if it has been gears then how come he's still young.

"Master?" A voice appeared from the door of the room and it began to open. "Are you alright?"

Upon hearing the voice with his ears it sounded like a female, which is a female. Rana turned his head right straight to the open door, seeing a young woman with long maroon hair and teal eyes.

She has a black headband in her hair, with skulls and golden ornamental pieces on it. She wears an open black provocative dress, with light grey ends. She wears a black cape behind her and black thigh-highs with shiny, knee-length boots.

As she came into the room and saw the boy right in front who woke up from his coma. "Master?" She let out a little gasp in surprise, causing him to look at her in confusion.

'Master?' Suddenly he got caught by the woman, making him fall backwards to the floor dropping his new sword as she wrapped her arms around him. She squeezed him tightly, pressing her large breasts against his face, burying his head in between them.

"Master! It's been so long I was waiting for you to get up." She said in a delighted, mature tone, hugging him hard.

Master? This woman thought that he was her Master? Since when he became her Master?

"Augh! Mmph! Nnnmf!" She looks down seeing the master is trying to struggle to escape having a hard time breathing through her chest.

"Oh! Sorry!" She quickly took his head off of her big chest allowing him to breathe. "I shouldn't be doing that. That was… unbecoming of me. It's just, it's been so long since you've been in a deep sleep because of your coma condition. I missed you."

"Well, thank you for worrying about me but may I ask who you are?"

"You don't remember me?" She questioned with a hint of confusion earning a head shook from him. "My name is Dora, Court Sorceress and your humble servant of evil."

'Court Sorcerer?' Rana raised a brow. 'Her? Since when do I have a Court Sorceress I don't even remember her.'

She had to be misunderstood by him. He doesn't recall seeing her before but her name sounded familiar.

Rana shook his head in response to Dora's question. "I'm sorry to say this but I don't remember you. Even if I do, I don't."

"I see…" a dejected look crossed her beautiful face. He looked when she shook her head, then stood straighter. "That's alright." She helps him up. "Even if you don't remember me, I'm sure you won't mind helping you."

"With what?" He asked calmly.

"Your quest for vengeance." Dora answered, surprising him; how did she know his personal mission? "The Other Master, the Onyx Lord has explained it to me. I thought to myself that you want further assistance. Would you care too?"

The Onyx Lord? What does she mean, the Fourth Overlord? If that's so then how did he tell her? Did he use some sort of magic?

That question for another time.

Rana thought about having her assistance for his payback mission once he begins it. He really wanted to do this and avenge his fallen family by himself with his spirit companion but it could get tricky for them because some or most missions are not so easy to complete.

In order to complete a task that he made himself. They might need more companions by their side.

In case things go wrong or if they may get into a fight with the same bandits who murdered his family in cold blood it could be difficult for them.

He does not know how often they are trained to kill, especially their leader, Deus.

Some of the hand members could be former soldiers of the war, mercenaries, bounty hunters, maybe even Assassins, the list goes on.

Rana needed to be careful. He must not underestimate the Golden Hand or they will be at his downfall again.

The Son of the Dragon Slayer scrutinized the Sorceress before him. She looks down to see the boy nod.

Dora smiled slightly. "Very well. Why don't you follow me, Master?"

"To where?" Rana simply asked before he retrieved his new weapon.

"Your throne room."

'Throne room?' Rana thought as the Sexy Sorceress went out the room, and the Son of the Giant Killer followed her.

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Once they exited out of the room. Rana takes a chance to look around in his surroundings as he does; he seems to realize this place he's standing on is a platform.

There was a bar, a forge, a kitchen, and what appears to be four hives with different colors; however, each two of them were separated from each other.

"Wow, so this must be the whole Netherdeep. It's big but creepy."

"Master." Looking towards Dora. "Come over."

She brings him over to a two way staircase called the stairs of greed as they walk up on them, reaching the top. They're in a strange hall with four statues of an male elf, a male dwarf, and two human females. In the middle of the center a man sized large stone chair as if a king would sit on it.

They were in the hall of villains.

"The Overlord's throne." Rana acknowledged.

"Welcome master to your new home." Hearing a new voice the duo turned their heads right to see not only the phantom Overlord but two monsters that looked like goblins or imps came out from a shadow caved tunnel.

One of the monsters was young and the other one was very old and was speaking directly to Rana.

"Where darkness and mayhem were born covering the world with blood and gone for that is the smell of evil in the air." The old imp monster with his acquaintance by his side marched towards the boy and the sorceress. "Though you're not following the path of evil, yet my little black heart enjoys seeing the killing of humans or monsters perhaps even both." Once approaching in front of him they stop themselves, the old imp and young imp bows their heads towards him showing their respect.

"It is good that you have an awakening, Sire, we thought you would've been stuck in that coma for ages. Glad that you have woken up this very hour."

"Hum, who and what are you?" Rana questioned.

Gnarl chuckled at the typical question that everyone asks when meeting minions for the first time. However, it was usually the last time since not many creatures survive an encounter with minions, especially if an Overlord leads them into the fires of battle and to war.

"My apologies." The old goblin or wherever he is coughing to clear his mouth before he introduces himself. "I am Gnarl, your advisor and devoted servant of darkness to you, Sire and for what I am? It is simply; I'm a type of creature referred to throughout the world as a minion." The very oldest living minion raised from his bow as did the youngest minion.

"Minion?" Rana asked, looking confused for a moment until his eyes widened. "What a minute." He realizes what he is but has to be certain.

Rana glanced at the Fourth Overlord. "Are they-"

"Mhmm." The Wraith Overlord nodded as he hummed his mouth with a yeah.

Looking back at Gnarl. "You are the Overlord's minions." This earned a dark grin from Gnarl and the other minion. It would seem any knowledge about the minion tribes and the past Overlords' evil history still exist. And by the time anyone who possesses that knowledge learns about their presence within the new world, it will be far too late to stop them spreading to the far corners of the globe.

He was happy that this boy was able to knew about them. If not it will be slightly disappointing.

"It's right. We're a relatively secluded race, Sire." The minion master explained. It wasn't a lie as minions without a master to serve will usually seek secluded areas to hide and grow their numbers until the time a new Overlord came along and took control of their hive. "I'd be surprised if anyone outside of the Overworld knew about our existence, glad that you are the first human to know about us." He smiled.

"And we doubt I'll be the last." Rana added, referring to himself and the sorceress.

"Now, perhaps it is time to congratulate you, Sire, on becoming our Fifth Overlord. Rana, Descendent of the Black Baron, the First Overlord, Son of Giant Killer, Cattleya and Dragon Slayer, Owen." He was proud to become the new Overlord not that he honors the title but hearing the names of his parents saddens his heart.

"That's nice of you to say minion master, Gnarl." Dora spoke up. "I've seen you've done a lot of research."

"Only the stories but yes I have." He told her

"Who are you supposed to be?" Rana glanced over at the other minion with a hammer.

His ghost partner reveals the other minion's name to him. "This is Giblet, Rana. The one I mentioned to you. He's a forge master who can help improve your weapons or he can make some for you."

"Can you?" Rana questioned not to the wraith to the blacksmith minion as his eyes were still gluing at him.

"Giblet can upgrade weapons for you, Master. Giblet can assure you he'll do his best to make it very sharp and very dangerous, even deadly." Hold out his left clawed hand. "If you'd like, Giblet can do it for you right now."

Rana takes a moment to think for half a minute about this until. "Alright." He flips his new weapon backwards, catching the top of blade with his hand without cutting himself before it over to him although he hasn't let go of it yet. "But when you're done can you make me a dagger like this?"

"Giblet can do that for you, he promised once he is finished improving sword, first." Nodding, the boy finally lets go.

"This will take a minute, be back shortly." The forge minion carries his new master's weapon and rushes over to the forge nearby which isn't far from the hall.

When he ran off, Rana could have sworn he heard him giggling evilly and talking about seeing blood on his weapons.

"Now, Sire." The minion advisor spoke up, gaining his attention. "I'm well aware of your mission for vengeance, the other master has informed me of it and I know you desperately need to kill those peons who kill your family. But that will have to be put into a hold for now."

"And why is that?" Rana asked, being very curious and suspicious.

"Well…" The old brown minion begins to explain. "We have a sort of a problem, a minion problem to be exact."

"And?"

"We are running low on minions, Lord. Since our Master was defeated by these so-called do-gooders, the minions from all tribes were all caught by the explosion when his body went off thanks to them. Now, we only have ten percent of minions tribes who have survived." Gnarl explained.

"So you're asking me to go get new minions before I could move on to my own quest?" Rana questioned. "That's not one of my types."

"You're not the only one." Agreeing with him, the Fourth Overlord remembered many years ago before he granted the title of Overlord he wanted to have revenge on his town, when they tried to hand him over to the Empire. But his minion advisor told him the same thing to be patient once he was all grown up he will.

"Sire, please I know you want to avenge your father and mother but you must be patient. The Golden Hand are not going anywhere well anywhere besides traveling. But if you help us out the minions will follow you wherever you go and happily will die for you on your main quest."

"Gnarl is correct, Young Lord." Dora agreed. "We need all the help we can get. They process no large group of minions at their disposal, only small groups until we go to your main mission. I suggest we start helping them first before going forward."

"True." Rana acknowledged. "But about the Four Horsemen? Could they help with the minion problem?"

"Four horsemen?" Gnarl muttered mixed with confusion.

"He means the Netherghuls." The Former Overlord told his advisor to correct his human vessel.

"Oh, yes them, well…you see, unfortunately they can't help us at this right moment, now." Gnarl replied. "They're currently out in the world eradicating any traces of the Shining Justice. They also brought what's left of the minion horde to assist them."

The boy was completely silent. He needed to have his desperate need for revenge now but he promised himself not to let it control him as his spirit partner who said the exact same thing to him.

Both his advisor and court sorceress were right; he needed to gather an army before moving on.

Rana wishes he could look for the same outlaws who killed his family and burn his home in ashes but for now he must do this side quest.

He finally spoke up. "Fine, I'll do it." Exhaling x through his nose. "After this we are going after the Golden Hand."

Gnarl smiled wickedly. "I promise you, this Dark One. We won't waste your time though time itself is not on our side. Now, as Overlord, you should be able to go up to the overworld from there. I should tell you how to extract new minions."

"Master, me finish." Giblet rushed towards the throne with his new lord and master's weapons. "As Giblet promised, your sword is now improved." The blacksmith minion hands his new lord's sword over to him.

Rana notices his newest weapon is inside a scabbed with a belt hanging on it. "Thanks." He slugged it over his shoulder.

"And your dagger as you requested. Giblet has not forgotten." He gives him a roman dagger he forged for him which is also inside of a scabbard.

"I'll put this to good use." He hooked onto his hip. "Thanks again."

"Giblet needs no thanks, master." He bowed. "But everything for you, yes, yes."

"Oookay." Rana was a little creeped out from him, looking away to face his advisor. "I'll be heading up to the overworld now."

"Yes, of course you should sire but before you go." Gnarl took out a steel medallion with five orange crystals around it. "Take this with you."

"What's this?" Rana questioned before he gently took the medallion from him, while the sexy sorceress saw it too, her eyes widened a bit as if she seen a ghost.

'No way, is that what I think it is?' Dora thought. 'It cannot be.'

"That my dark young master is a Shadow Magic medallion also known as Chaos Magic." Gnarl explained. "It is a form of black magic seen by many. You may use it so it could surround your entire body by its red aura, infusing your weapons and armor with its shadow energy and enhancing damages upon your enemies. It also has many other abilities."

Dora began to speak. "I heard of them, from what I learned about them, according to the records from an academy of wizards and mages. They say the medallions of Shadow Magic were created by the Second Overlord himself. Before his death he spread the medallions across the world. Thousands of them I believe and if any of who'd process them it could drive them insane Or perhaps bend it to their will. Some may use them for good or for evil."

Gnarl was surprised that a girl like her had contained such knowledge of the old history. "That is correct, Mistress Dora. You're not wrong, what you said was very truthful. These are indeed the same medallions that our late master created many years ago."

"Incredible…" The Fourth Overlord was less speechless, looking in shock. "My predecessor before my father killed him created deadly dark artifacts? It all makes sense now."

"But I don't understand this. I thought they were all destroyed." Dora replied.

"That was indeed true." Gnarl confirmed. "But not all of them you see, some were confiscated by the church while many have been destroyed by them, obviously we managed to steal one from the church but do you know that originally belonged…" He points the medallion into the boy's hand. "To our second late master."

"This used to belong to the Second Overlord?" Rana questioned, eyeing at the Shadow Magic medallion.

"Yes, but that's a story for another time. We should focus on getting you to the Overworld."

"Right." Rana pocketed the artifact medallion away. "What about you two?" Looking towards the minion master and forge master.

"Giblet has a lot of work to do here." The former minion warrior salutes before walking away to return to his forge. "While I will remain here as well, my bones are too achy for the outside world. I wasn't the young minion I was doing my years of war. My skin can't handle the touch of…agh.. nature. Do not fear your headband will allow me to speak to you and see through your eyes."

"Kind of creepy." Rana commented.

"I'll come with you." Dora said. "I don't want to get bored around here."

"Fair enough." Rana doesn't have a problem with her coming along.

Without saying another word on the matter, Gnarl leads the two humans and single wraith stroll down the stairs to head for the Netherporter earlier which was located close to the hall/throne.

"Before the minion horde left with the Netherghuls. We've been able to create one stable Nether Portal to the Elven Forest." Gnarl explained as the group got closer to the center. "It will emerge within their territory and as much as I despise the place, it's a relatively safe location for you three."

"Us and the Onyx Lord?" Dora asked.

"Yes."

"Once we get up here you'll explain to us how to get new minions as you promise?" Rana asked, causing the minion master to nod his head. "Sounds simple by the way I wanted to know just one question: who is this Onyx Lord?" looking threatly at the witch.

"The Fourth Overlord is." Dora gives him the answer to his first question which surprises him from not knowing. "I was a bit shocked when I saw him as a matter of fact." She turned towards his invisible companion who is next to him behind by his side left shoulder. "I think I can see him now."

"You can see him?" Rana questioned in shock.

"I see him." Dora said nonchalantly. "Why wouldn't I be able to?"

"She's not the first magic user who could see me. But I doubt she'll won't be the last." The Fourth Overlord replied. "But not all magic users, unlike her, can't see me."

"What about the elves?" Rana pointed out. "They're people from different cultures? Such as wood, light and dark."

"It's possible they could see me, however it's only a theory one that is uncertain to us." He said in a low voice referring to himself and his minions. "But we will know hopefully the answer will come for us."

"That's right, my Dark Highness." Gnarl agreed. "As soon as we know the answer the better."

As they finally reached the center of the Netherporter, it came to life as a white swirling vortex opened up, appearing itself.

"When you're ready, Sire, simply walk through the portal. I shall contact you. It won't cause any harm to you, hopefully it doesn't." Gnarl said paying in evil should they make it through the portal.

"Hope, you two are eager." The former Overlord told both of his competitors sarcastically as they stood together facing the portal. "Because we're about to go up top." He disappeared after that.

'You have no idea.' Dora thought with a smirk on her face.

"I hope we won't run into trouble." Rana muttered.

'Don't get too worried.' His wraith partner told him inside his host's head.

"Have fun," Gnarl waved, before the minion's eyes, they went through the portal and disappeared.

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Elven Forest...

The same white portal had opened up within the heart of the forest, once the human beings stepped outside.

As they stood the former smith assistant and the sorceress surveyed the surrounding magical forest with their eyes. Trees, the size of buildings large or little, dotted the landscape while a massive canopy composed of branches and leaves hid the sky from view, only allowing for small amounts of light to shine through and provide the necessary light to help grass and flowers grow. Providing even more illumination to the area were glowing mushrooms that lived underneath exposed tree roots.

The forest also had dirt pathways that lead into three separate directions east, north and west. However the east pathway was blocked off by a barricade of thorns, making a note to clear that way later. The Host of Fourth Overlord and The Witch decided to take the northern path.

As they head towards the northern pathway. The Fourth Overlord opened a telepathic connection with Netherdeep so that his host could communicate with Gnarl, whose knowledge of the elf forest could help them identify creatures should they encounter one if a beast they ran into could be harmless or far too dangerous one to fight.

"Gnarl, we have arrived at the Elven Forest." The Fourth Overlord telepathically informs his advisor while keeping an eye out through Rana's eyes for anything that might be hiding for an ambush or any surprises, he knows his host can overhear their conversation as they speak because both are bound together sharing the same body. "We are heading north to enter deeper within these magical woods."

"Excellent, Sire," Gnarl's voice echoed within the their mind thanks to the telepathic communication abilities of Rana's headband provided. "Now I believe you deserve an explanation, Lord Rana, if you are hearing."

"I'm all ears." Rana spoke up.

"In order for us to create new minions you must harvest life force. Life force equals minions. Something that we desperately need because, without them, birthing new minions will be impossible." Gnarl explained. "The Elven Forest is filled with creatures that contain powerful life-force, unlike any we have seen besides the ones that we visit before."

"So we'll gather some of these life forces as you say." Rana took out his sword at the ready encase some predator or any decided to try and fight against the new Overlord or his magic user friend. "By the way, are there any dangerous creatures within the forest?"

Gnarl hummed in contemplation while the boy and woman took a left when they came across a fork in the road. "I think not my Lord they possibly had them caged in their village or perhaps they of dedicate them for us one less trouble." the minion master informed while the New Overlord continued his search with his company. "And since you're too young to necessarily conquer their hidden village without an army, I'd strongly advise avoiding going too deep."

"That's fine. I have no Interest on conquering their forest or any sort of thing." This draws the attention of his wraith companion with interest. "Besides they are no threat to me or us."

He's got no interest in conquest? That is going to be a problem. The Spirit Overlord needs to convince him of that to see that takeover is the answer for everyday. However his ghostly gut is telling him that his host could be possibly stubborn to listen.

But he'll make him into a powerful lord, yet.

"I will trust your reasoning, Great One." The old minion dislikes his idea of leaving the elven race alone; he rather disagrees and sees the elves dead of enslave because of one elf who gave birth to an empire and causes the cataclysm forcing the minion tribes to hide within secluded areas of the old world.

What's left of it, it's now forgotten.

But he won't go against his back on his new master, no way.

Walking further into the woods until they entered a new area nearly twice the size. Much to the humans' surprise, they see before are tiny humanoid creatures with very large noses and big pointed hats with different colors. Brown, red, green and blue.

Gnarl recognizes them from anywhere as he sniffed in annoyance to give information. "Those are Gnomes."

"What are they doing here?" Rana senses a disliked feeling and a hint of anger rising from his spirit partner. "I thought I extinguished those insolent little pests years ago."

"Apparently not all of them." Gnarl replied. "We missed some." Dora watched as the pointy hat creatures jumped around, running different directions, talking to each other in gnomish language. "Unless you feel like killing them, these squishy fools are completely harmless." more gnomes swarmed into the clearing and searched for scraps, possibly food or gold. "However, as harmless as a Gnome is, they're a convenient source of life force, just hit them once and then they'll die instantly; however be careful with the red ones, those may be heartless but once they grab onto you. They'll blow themselves up."

"Note it, come on. Rana, let's go kill them." He took control of his legs making him move up forward.

"What." Rana managed to stop his assault as he got back in control. "Who's that?" He pointed at one of the gnomes with a golden pointy hat running round and jumping silly.

Dora noticed this as well as she explained to him. "That is the Gnome King. He oversees and controls all the gnomes at his will. But according to the book I read from the library if he gets killed by a person he or she will be their new leader and will take his place and the gnomes will swear loyalty to that new leader and will never betray. The book also says you can even order them around, such as if you asked them to sacrifice themselves they'll do it to please you."

"Becoming their new leader?" An anime lightbulb appeared on top of the boy's head. "That's it. I got an idea, Gnarl. I have solved your minion problem."

"I know what you're thinking, master. I'd humbly suggest you killed their king ordered them to commit suicide and harvest many life force from different colors as you can." The group entered the gnome territory. "But have many of the gnomes brought to the Netherdeep. We should be able to make more new minions while having several tiny guests with us. We can always use something very annoying and stupid to kill."

"Sounds like a plan," The Son of the Giant Killer raised his sword. "I'll harvest about forty before commanding them to the portal."

Gnarl chuckled evilly while the gnomes finally noticed at the new Overlord. "Good hunting, Sires," Rana swung the short sword towards the Gnome King, slicing its head off as he killed it.

An orb of brown life force burst out of the Gnome King's body and was instantly absorbed into the boy's gauntlet, unknowingly to him would magically teleport the life force to the brown hive back within the spawning pits where it shall be used to birth a new brown minion.

Upon witnessing the swift death of their king, the gnomes stare speeches before approaching him and they all kneel down.

'Just as the story predicted he is now they're the new king and by law. They must obey and honor it. They wouldn't dare betray him.' Tthe Witch of the Netherworld thought. 'Seems that today is going to be interesting.'

"What do you know, it's true." Son of the Third commented. "Since you're now their new king, when are you going to order them?"

"Easy." Rana glanced down at his new subjects. "Listen here, gnomes." The creatures with the pointy hats look up to their new king understanding his language. "I need you all to form a group of four in circles with forty of you except for the gnomes with the brown hats. I only need thirty-nine of you; each of you will be sacrificed by me and her." He pointed at Dora. "So you could all join your gnome god up in the heavens, wait, say you?"

The gnomes cheered and jumped up and down from the air to down. "It would seem they all agreed to you, Sire and it looks like they are willing to give their lives to you." The gnomes obeyed as they were ordered to.

They rushed, gathered around as they formed into a group of four circles separately. Now they stay still in their spots, waiting for their new king or his queen to slay them, becoming one with their god.

Rana successfully counted them and they were in a total of one hundred fifty and nine gnomes. That should be enough life force to birth new minions.

"Will this be enough, Gnarl?" The Fourth Overlord asked, contacting his advisor.

"Yes." Gnarl replied as the host got ready, raising his sword up again. "It will have to do for now but we'll have to extract more life force out of them."

"Then let's begin." About to massacre all of the gnomes.

"Wait." The Fourth ordered to hold. "I got a better idea."

He takes control and lifts up his host's left hand that had the gauntlet and the ring, pointing it at the gnomes.

Rana begins to wonder. "What are you doing?"

"Just watch." Suddenly a tiny heart shaped like an animal appeared at the center of his host's hand.

He then crushed it as blood escaped through the fingers.

Rana and Dora witnessed as they saw one of the gnomes who was in groups bent over, helding its chest before it fell to the ground as if it died from a heart attack which it did.

This was followed by the others doing the same as did their brother. They're all dead, every single one of them not moving a limb or breathing.

"By the name of God…" Rana looked in absolute horror at what the Overlord did.

Dora's face contorted with shock, clearly not expecting this. 'Since when did he know how to do that?'

Next thing, life forces in different colors burst out of the bodies of gnomes that were now laying right in front of the humans begging to absorb and become one with their hives.

Rana doesn't know how his companion did it, but it seems to work faster, rather than swinging his sword at them, however he is gonna have to question him about this later.

"Rana, do not stand around too long, you need to get these life forces immediately." The Fourth Overlord Interrupts his thoughts. "Or they will disappear."

Rana quickly comes back to reality. "Right, sorry."

Within a few seconds the boy with the help from Dora managed to gather the necessary life forces to birth the troops of his army.

Rana then orders the rest of gnomes who weren't sacrificed go into the Nertherdeep where they could stay there for a while, right before the Fourth Overlord contacted the elderly brown minion to send a Nether Portal to their location.

As the portal opened up, showing itself. The gnomes wasted no time entering it.

Before the last gnome goes in. It gives its human king a medallion with five blue crystals around it similar to the one his adviser gave him before entering the Nether Portal, which it closed shortly.

The old minion master recognizes what it is, hasn't seen one of these in ages and dislikes it, according to him. The gnome has given to him a Light Magic medallion, also known as Void Magic. It can allow him to heal wounds and injuries while covering his body with its blue aura and infusing his weapons with its sacred energy.

However he must attack foes in order to heal himself.

With the first task of harvest life force was complete. Rana can now forces in his another task of retention.

He was left with a choice of going back to the Netherdeep. But before they could leave he decided to have a little conversation with his new friend.

"Hey Dora." She looks towards her lord. "I've been dying to know why you didn't say anything to me knowing you can hear and see the Fourth Overlord?" He stated

"You never ask me." Dora replied calmly.

"Oh." He should've thought about that the second they left.

"I mean, of course I would've told you. But you may find it very difficult for me not to believe."

"Why say that?" Rana questioned.

"Because the last time I told it to a person. He didn't believe me, thinking I was insane but I wasn't. I have the ability to see ghosts, spirits, especially wraiths." Dora replied, giving him the answer. "Though some however can be seen If they look like a human but don't be fooled, others can't be seen because they're unseeable, not all magic users don't have the same ability like I do besides the ones that we can see."

"I've met one before." Rana said. "Her name is Airi, but I don't see her often."

"One of the Swamp Witch's Loyal Servants?" Dora asked in a surprise tone, remembering how many rumors she heard much about the Infernal Temptress during the Queen's blade tournament. "How did you become friends with her?"

"Well-"

"You are! Humans!" Their conversation was suddenly interrupted. Rana and Dorn turned their heads up, and spotted two figures standing tall on a tree branch.

"It would seem Elves have reached you, pointy eared fools!" Gnarl's muttered voice echoed within the boy's mind with a hint of revulsion and hatred within his tone. "Be careful, Master, they are skilled as professional fighters and they can sense evil magic. That's bad news for us. You're gonna have to take them out."

"Outsiders, how dare you enter our forest!" The first elf has a long platinum blonde. She wears a red beret with the lower part having four leaf clover patterns. She wears an elegant red and gold cloak, and underneath that she has a short green elven shirt and sleeves with bracers with darker green ends. On her lower body she has a short green elven skirt with a small white cloth and a belt with four leaf clovers and a four leaf, Celtic-designed clover buckle. On her legs she wears green thigh-high elven boots. "You didn't think we hadn't noticed you were here along with that witch." She pointed at Dora who narrowed her eyes. "For trespassing to this sacred place we have no choice but to capture you and interrogate you."

"Now come in." Rana tries to say something. "We're only here to-"

"Trying to find out the location of our village so you can set it in flames I think not." The elf with the platinum blonde hair interrupted. "We are not taking any choices with you humans so you may alert your friends here."

"Master Alleyne, I must protest." The other elf spoke but she is an ordinary elf like her rather a half-human and half-elf.

She has tan white skin with brown longer hair and amber eyes, pointy ears, and wears orange armguards. She wears an orange outfit with white cloth that covers her breasts and a skirt as well wearing a pair of leaf-like green accessories and a green choker. "They could be lost among these woods or perhaps they didn't know where they were. Maybe they are trespassing by mistake, let alone be a girl with a child."

"Don't be so naive, Nowa." Alleyne told her apprentice. "Humans may look innocent like that child but do not let your guard down for a second. Now let's go down there and apprehend them remembering your training I've taught you."

She sighs. "Alright." Nowa and her teacher leapt down from the tree and landed perfectly onto the ground with their feet.

"Prepare yourself, Master." Dora took out her small dagger. "We're about to engage in a fight."

"I never fought an elf before." Rana watches the two female elves get out their weapons which they appear to be staffs; "There's gotta be a way to reason with them."

"They won't listen, Rana." The Fourth Overlord spoke inside his head. "Elves like them are too stubborn in reason; once their minds are made up there's no point trying to change them."

"Guess I have no other choice." Rana unsheathed his sword that he put away some time ago. "I'm not going to like this."

The humans and elves ran towards each other leaving their spots behind as they engaged in combat.

Rana and Alleyne hit their weapons at each other with a heavy attack, forcing them to slide back, Rana manages to stand his ground as he gets back into the fight. Alleyne swung her staff downwards at the human boy but it was immediately blocked with his own weapon. Rana pushes her away, he quickly reaches down and grabs a few rocks or pebbles before tossing them at her.

Alleyne uses both hands to spin her staff fast like a fan to block or reflect the stones sending them in directions before they could hit her.

"Nice try." Alleyne stops spinning her weapon. "But it's going to take more than-"

Rana delivered a roundhouse kick straight to her stomach, sending her into a tree, hitting into it with her back, getting her hurt in the process.

"You talk too much." Alleyne recovers as she feels the pain on her back has arrived in time.

She moans in pain. 'Letting my guard down so the enemy may take advantage by attacking me, a quick and blow good hit but it was slow.' She then simply ignored it for now pretending it wasn't there before continuing her spare with him. While they were fighting another around she noticed how the boy is skilled with his speed and agility. It almost feels like something was helping him or he wasn't human at all.

In the struggle, she could've sworn she saw something flash out of his body, mirroring his movements each time.

The two crash their weapons together when they charge at each other.

"Tell me this." Alleyne glared at her foe as they pressed each other's strength against another. "Ever since you and her came here we have felt a familiar dark presence. We would've been assumed had he returned but no it would seem he has not."

"He?" Rana glues his eyes on her not to let his guard down for a sec. "What are you talking about?"

"The Scourge of Nature, you may know as the Fourth Overlord." Rana looked surprised, as well

the Son of the Third and Minion Master was caught off guard. "Don't act all surprised. I am aware of the stories of the Overlord and I'm also aware of the rumor he became wraith."

"If you know him, do you know what the Fourth Overlord looks like?" Rana questioned as he pushed his sword against her weapon.

"Nobody knows what the Scourge of Nature looks like anymore. It's been centuries." Alleyne responded by pushing back. "However I can sense his evil magic is within you, and feel his life force into that ring of yours. Is it possible…" Her eyes widened in realization. "You have him do you?"

"And what if I do have him?" They pull back their weapons before crushing metal against wood. Rana thrusts his sword at Alleyne who dodged it. "He saved me from bringing me back to the living."

"Do you trust him?" She shoved her staff forward at him.

"No not fully but yes only a little." Rana manages to block and parrys It. "I do owe him my life." He was about to do a counter attack but the she-elf quickly avoided his attack and punched him across the side of his face.

But there was no hit. He caught her fist before it could touch him as he tossed her aside to the ground with his new strength.

Alleyne quickly recovers as she angrily glares at him. 'He is a formidable opponent. I should be careful not to underestimate him who knows what other tricks he has.'

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Nowa runs straight for Dora and lashes out her staff at her opponent, Dora dodges and ducks each attack from her almost gracefully, even with the staff just barely hitting her shoulder.

"You know I heard a lot of rumors about you." Nowa slide past the Sorceress. "Some say you know the arts of dark magic or was it a lie." She bound upwards, flipping up into the air and landing a drop kick on her.

"No, these rumors are true. I can use dark magic." Dora leapt back avoiding her attack. "But I don't want to waste any of it on you. So I thought we could play fair without magic."

"I don't believe you." Nowa changed at her and swung her staff.

Dora easily blocks it using her small dagger. "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not." She merely shoved her back. "So less talking, more fighting."

"I couldn't agree with you more." Nowa lashed her staff, but Dora blocked again and locked it in place. She then threw a punch at her face sending her to the ground.

Nowa got up and changed to her again however her movements are slow. Dora took this advantage, she slipped past her opponent's strike. While on her side, she grabs the half elf's arm. Dora lifted her up before slamming her down to the ground hard.

Nowa screamed as she felt rocks mix with dirt hitting her. She spit out some blood.

Dora lets go of her arm, giving her a chance to stand up. "You are far too ready to face me."

"We'll see about that." Nowa said, having to take a few deep breaths. She admits this foe was far beyond her and tough to beat, she didn't get a single hit on her.

She reminded her of that maid wraith since the Queen's Blade tournament. She will not forget the day how she kissed her to steal her life energy and humiliate her.

The Guardian of the Forest vows that if she ever sees her again she'll make her pay.

"Let's continue our fight." Dora gets ready after she pulls herself up.

---

"Rana, I got an idea." He spoke in his mind as his host brought down his sword at the elf woman who blocked it with her own staff. "If you try to defeat her, do not kill her."

'That's not my intention to do that.' He pressed forward for another attack, but Alleyne parried it and drove the head of her staff right into his face.

Rana however quickly tilts his head to dodge it. 'But I'm all ears, what do you have in mind?' He blocked an incoming kick with his other hand.

"It's quite simple really." The Fourth began to explain it to him. "When she gets close, bring her down on her knees or better yet grab onto her and try to touch the side of her face."

'I am going to ask why?" Rana ducks her staff that was almost going to take his head off.

"Just do it and hurry unless you have other second opinions."

"I'm through, playing games with you." Alleyne ramped up straight for Rana, grabbing him by his collar before tossing him high into the air.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground. He watches a little dumbfounded and confused as time itself begins to slow down.

"Rana." His friend spoke up, getting his attention. "Let me take over here so I can show you something for a moment." He closed his eyes and reopened them.

His eyes were both now glowing light black and with the blink of an eye he disappeared from the air out of her view.

"Huh? Where did he go?" Alleyne tries to search for her opponent.

"Over here." Rana magically appears right behind her, not giving her the chance to turn to see him.

He kicks her on the back of her left lower leg making her couch down with one knee touching the ground.

'I didn't know I could teleport from long range and by me I meant we.' Rana then climbs over her without touching her, he hops upwards, spins sideways up into the air as he lands down his feet in front of her thanks to his agility.

"Submit." He rushful placed his left gauntlet hand in her face as he spoke a sec ago like the Fourth Evil Overlord with his voice that came out of his own mouth.

The ring on his finger was glowing bright as well as the palm of his left hand while it was unseen by touching the master elf's face.

He also notices Alleyne was standing still unable to move herself or her muscles; she was paralyzed in place like a statue.

"From this day, you will serve the Onyx Lord." He took his hand off of her.

Once it was off of her there was a noticeable black hand palm print glowing on the left side of her face which had disappeared for three short fast seconds.

Alleyne was finally be able move herself, she looks directly at him. At first he was expecting her; wanted to go for another fight but to his surprise she'd bow her head to him. "I will serve you."

"What did you do?" Rana looks at its open left hand with the ring.

"I dominated her, she is fine, don't worry about her." His wraith companion appeared. "She'll listen to every command we told her to do. She won't resist or betray us. How did it feel?"

Rana thinks about this for a moment. 'Now that you mention it, it feels kind of good… when we touch her I feel... we bend her to our will. Not only that, we looked into the mind of her head and saw the location of her village and other knowledge, she carries right?'

"Yes." The Spirit Overlord nodded his head seem pleased with this result. "That is where the elves would live. They're good at creating something to hide in plain sight within these woods rather than showing their faces to the world."

"If one can trust them." Rana speaking out of his thoughts.

"Trust has nothing to do with it, her thoughts cannot lie." His partner disappeared.

Rana put his glances back at the dominated elf who was still staring at him.

Believing that she thinks he is acting crazy from talking to no one. "Sorry for being weird." Rana tries to explain to her. "I know you're thinking that I'm out of my mind but I was recently talking to a friend that you may-"

"Say no more." Alleyne held out her hand. "I understand whom you were speaking to, the Scourge of Nature himself, the Onyx Lord." She stood up. "And before you ask how I too can see him."

"You can?" That took him by surprise.

"Yes." Alleyne nodded. "But my student cannot, which reminds me." She turned over to her student who is still facing a conflict with the witch. "We should stop her before the other elves can hear the ruckus."

"Right." Rana didn't want to be told twice.

---

"I am now your humble servant." Nowa kneels down to her new master along with Dora and Alleyne.

"Thanks again for holding her down. I could've done this without you." Rana told the red haired Sorceress his gratitude to her.

"You are most welcome, Lord." Dora replied.

"And thank you for overwhelming her." Rana said, giving his other gratitude to the teaching elf.

"Think of it as nothing, my Master." Alleyne responded.

"All right, but it's up to you whether you want to keep it or not." Putting his gaze at the half elf. "As for you, you can stop kneeling down and stand up."

"Sorry." Nowa apologizes and stands up.

"Congratulations, Sire." Gnarl contacted both of them. "You did well on dominating these long ears. You too as well my Great Wraith Dark Lord. But I'm afraid you must put your celebration into a hold. I am detecting life signs of elves coming towards your current location. You only have a few minutes."

"Then I guess we're done here, I request a portal please." Rana ordered.

"Right away, My Lord." He confirmed as Nether Portal opened up right in front of them.

"Gnarl. I know you said you can see through his eyes, while we were taking a look through their elves' minds, have you seen their village?" The former Dark Emperor asked when Dora was the first to enter it.

Gnarl was laughing. "Indeed, my Phantom Lord. We have the information with us as we speak and we mark the location down to your war map. But sadly as the other lord said we're not going to conquer it and we won't go against his word." Followed by Nowa and Alleyne.

"Perhaps." The Son of the former eighth hero has a way to convince his host to conquer somewhere else rather than here being careful not to say that while talking to his advisor while his host could overhear them.

"It's nice to know that and all but let's not forget my other task: avenging the death of my parents." Rana said to remind them as he was the last one to enter, following his new allies behind.

"That's right, Master. Oh, I can't wait for a battle to start, it's not a satisfying day of seeing a bandit until you've killed them or enslaved some ha, ha, ha, ha!" The portal then closed.

---

Netherdeep

"Welcome back, Sire."

When the Overlord and his group exited the vortex and appeared within the place of ultimate evil.

The two elves with the humans take a good chance to look around at their new surroundings.

"This place is amazing but it's a little messy."

"So this is where the last place of evil is."

Rana sees the old minion servant of darkness standing on top of a standing stone of the Netherporter.

"How long before new minions are born?" The Fifth Overlord asked his chief advisor who was moving down the stone to meet his lord and master.

"The new minions will be born within half an hour, my Lord." He turned towards Giblet, who had been working nearby the entire time. "Oh while you were away Giblet here is crafting you some throwing knives." The forge master approached and bowed to his human Overlord. "And it seems he is finished." Presenting him with the knives but they appear to be made out of pure silver. He also gives him a belt holster for the knives to be put in.

Rana was pleased with the belt holster and knives. He didn't waste any time putting it on before sheathing the silver knives with the assistance of the blacksmith minion.

"We'll visit the spawning pit soon once they are born," The Fourth Overlord told his trusted advisor after appearing.

"I agree we should head back to the Overworld and find the Golden Hand." Rana responded.

"Of course, Sire. But there's one thing I need to ask you." He looked right at the human boy. "How or where are you going to find the Golden Hand? If you don't know where they are."

Needless to say, that leaves him speechless, he definitely doesn't have the slightest idea on where he may find them or how to find them. Even if he could, it would be a fool's errand to search the lands for them.

Rana couldn't deny it. "I… don't know." He said finally. "Honestly I don't have any clue or leads where they are, they could be anywhere."

"I know where to find them." Alleyne spoke, getting everyone's attention. "But only one condition." She turned towards the old minion. "Once the new minions are born I will like to teach them to see how they could fight properly as fightable warriors."

Gnarl gives her a questionable look. "Are you sure you want to train them? They are incredibly stupid and their brains are very tiny and they rather destroy anything on their way if their Lord points it to them." He warned, not to worry about her if she gets in trouble with them.

"Yes." The Fighting Master said emotionally with a dead serious look upon her face. "I am. I'm willing to take the chances to the grave if I must. They will learn how to become warriors unless I have to force it out of them."

"Hey." Rana nudged Nowa on her leg gaining her attention. "Has she always done this to others?" He whispered.

"Apparently she has." She crouched down to his level and whispers back. "Alleyne has a slight habit of teaching things to others. Once her mind is made up there's no point changing it. She won't take no for an answer."

"Very well." Gnarl accepts her training proposal. "But you should know that not all the minions are proper fighters."

"I know what you mean. The blues." Alleyne pointed out. "They're no good at fighting. But they can resurrect their fallen brethren however they do not know how to take cover while they use their healing ability."

Gnarl was impressed by her knowledge of the Overlord's minions. "You seem to know them well."

"I do, ever since the fall of the empire." Alleyne replied. "I'm also aware of the minion tribes classes and their skills."

"Entreating." He rubbed his chin carefully with his chaw. "Very entreating."

Alleyne looks back to Rana. "Now that my condition has been acceptable, here's what I know." She took a deep breath. "They were last seen pillaging a town one week ago, burning down houses, killing every man, woman, and children alike, looting their gold and silver, stealing weapons and food supplies. They then march back to their fortress nearby Sheldan."

"What's the name of this fortress?" Rana stared at her face. He got a bit distracted from her breasts but he was lucky to be able to listen to every word from her.

"Fort Azgrom." Alleyne answered. "It used to be one of the strongest elven fortresses with its walls impenetrable for three hundred years or so until an army of humans took over it but they've abandoned it for unknown reasons."

"Now it's at the hands of those outlaws who are occupying it." Rana growled. "You have my thanks for telling me but be clear with you." His eyes glowed the same light black color as they were brighter. "I am going to kill them. Every single one of them, especially their leader. I will avenge those who've fallen victim to them. And I am going to wipe them off the face of this earth by any means necessary."

The Fourth Overlord could sense his vessel's emotion of revenge was building up within him, trying to take control over him but he managed to break free showing it, he's in control.

He was pleased with him showing resistance over it. He wouldn't let such an emotion control him over like a wooden puppet.

Vengeance can lead someone into madness, but a very few can overcome it pushing it back for where it came from.

Alleyne did not say a word; she stood still in stoic being unafraid of his hateful words towards the Golden Hand. "I would wish you luck on trying but you seem to know what you're doing, however you can't go to their fortress all by yourself. You do not know how big their numbers are or their strengths. You are unprepared without an army by your side to help you and you are clearly not ready to take them down yet. Therefore you can't go there."

"What?!" Rana exclaimed.

"She is right, Dark One." His royal advisor walked up in front of him not too close, agreeing with the elf for once. "We do not know how many forces they have within that fort, we don't have the minions yet nor equipment to take in something like that. Once again I'm afraid you must be patient for the right moment to come."

"But I-" he wanted to protest but his ghostly friend put a hand on his shoulder.

"They're right. We need an army, we can't take them down without knowing how many of them are in their base, let alone us." The Son of the God who rules the Inferno Abyss said. "So please don't do anything foolish. Your parents wouldn't like that if you go through it. It will be a suicide mission you know it." His human vessel didn't seem all that convinced by his words so he tried something else. "Let me ask you this: what would you do if you went into that fort and found the killers who killed your parents?"

"It's not just them, it's only the leader himself. He killed them. If it were up to me I would assassinate him and see his immediate trip to hell." Rana replied.

"Exactly." The Dark Emperor responded calmly. "You would've acted rashly without knowing the consequences. True, you might have eliminated their leader but a leader always has a right hand such as a second in command. If he dies his commander will take over and you're right back when you start it. It is best to wait patiently for the right moment until so that you may strike all of your enemies in one blow."

As much as he didn't want to admit it, all three of them have made a good point, a reasonable one, one that he couldn't argue.

"Alright, I'll… no, we'll stay clear away from that fortress when the time is right."

"Thank you for seeing, reason." His partner was happy to hear that from him.

"Yeah, you're welcome I guess." Rana said hearing his voice tone seemed to be disappointed. "I'm going to have some food I haven't had for a while." He turned over to the Sorceress. "Come with me, please." Then at the elf and the half elf. "You too feel free to look around if you wish."

"We thank you." Alleyne and her friend/student bowed.

"I will stay here with Gnarl." The Fourth Overlord went beside his advisor. "I'll let you know when the new minions are ready."

Rana nodded and immediately began to walk off for the bar with the witch behind him. After a few steps he pauses and turns back to his partner. "One last thing is there is something I need to know from only you. You said I was in a coma, right? For how long I was deeply unconscious?"

"One week and a half," the Witch Boy answered without hesitation. "Was that you needed to know?"

"Yes, after you disappear right before I could tell you that question." without anything else to be say he turned straight ahead and he set off again. Dora followed after him.

Once the two humans headed from the bar located the side not as far from the Netherporter. Leaving the elves, minion master and the wraith child alone by themselves.

"Alleyne, who was the Lord talking to?" Nowa whispers to her mentor/friend before turning her head towards her.

Just as the Fighting Master predicted her half elf student can't see or hear the Wraith Overlord. Only she and the Witch of the Netherworld can. She wanted to tell her this exact moment but that can wait for now.

"I'll explain later." Alleyne whispered back to her. "For now let's explore these ropes."

"Let's go check on the new evil births." The Fourth Overlord decided, telling the old brown minion, changing his mind for what he said earlier.

Nodding in agreement, without delay, Gnarl and his Ghost Master went towards the minion hives of the spawning pits to see the result of the new minions. Alleyne and Nowa began their tour around the Netherdeep.

For the next few minutes while Rana and Dora were eating fruit peacefully in Lash's bar, The Fourth Overlord with Nowa who finished the tour around the Netherdeep with her mentor observe Gnarl, with assistance of Mortis and Alleyne, taught the new minions between browns, reds, greens and blues their culture and proper minion behaviour while using Quaver and the gnomes as a practice dummies for the newborns to practice on.

The forces of darkness were gaining strength, and very soon, the first battle shall begin. The world will tremble when the Overlord's minion army is unleashed upon their return.

---

An hour later.

At the minion hives where each and every minion tribe were preparing. The browns trained in the arts of war and carnage were relatively positive. reds were teached in the skills of archery throwing their fireballs to set a person on fire or house, the greens were taught using their invisibility ability, hiding themselves in shadows reallying to backstabbed and lastly the blue were trained in the arts of healing, resurrection and their blinking ability to sneak.

Alleyne was currently helping Rana to sharpen his combat skills of fighting with his short sword or hand to hand and improve his sheath to sneak without making a sound.

Despite his training from his late parents. She was willing to finish their work for them to make their son into a proud warrior.

"Good news, Dark One." Gnarl said happily while making his way towards Rana, who's with Alleyne as they were standing on the Netherporter platform using it as a training ground to practice. "The minions are perfectly healthy and ready to fight for you." He passed through the rows of minion crowd gathered after their training was complete. They decided to watch the Master fight against the Elf Trainer. They were having a moment ago, shame it had to stop there.

The evil entities created from the life-force harvesting laughed gleefully since they cannot wait to start spreading chaos and destruction in the name of their new Overlord.

Gnarl chuckled when some of the browns began hitting each other with their wooden clubs, followed by the other minions tribes who took action of this.

"Seems that they are." Rana commented, putting his sword away to its scabbard.

"At least they will, for now. They may be short at the size as a goblin is, but if I were someone I'd be careful not to underestimate them." The Fighting Master said before telling all colored minions to stop their chaotic fight among themselves. It wasn't a request, it was an order one they must obey or she'll stop them.

"They are ready to loot, pillage, spread mayhem throughout the world and if necessary die upon command of their Overlord." The aged Minion Master laughed cruelly.

"Hopefully it doesn't come to that." Rana replied. "Did you tell them about the fort we are attacking?"

"I have, Sire," Gnarl nodded. "But before we begin, do you know how to command an army of minions, Lord?"

"No." Rana said truthfully with a little head shake.

"I could teach him." The Fourth Overlord makes his appearance, causing the minion crowd to cheer at his presence until he orders them to stop. "He may be a warrior in training but he is no strategist or a military general but I can give him the training to his mind." He turned to face his vessel. "Rana."

He looks over to him, seeing him slowly walks up to him and raises his right ghostly hand to touch his human friend's forehead.

Suddenly, a rush of knowledge and information came into his mind. Rana sees images of his ghost friend when he was alive and still human, commanding the minion horde to attack an army of humans to sweep or send, giving them orders, calling them back, organizing plans and scouting the perimeters of an area. The huge load of information makes his head hurt making him hiss, but he pushes through the pain until it ends. The Old Overlord removes his hand.

Rana took one deep breath as the shorty faded.

"You got the knowledge?" Rana looks at him before nodding twice. "Excellent." Turning over to his loyal adviser. "Let us begin with a plan."

Gnarl nodded in agreement. "Indeed, Sire."

"Wait." Rana spoke. "Before we start, do the minions have any equipment on such as armor and weapons here?"

"If only they would, but sadly no." Gnarl answered. "We do not have the right materials to build for them."

"Then we will find some." Rana declared.

"Certainly you will. But do not fear minions will equip any useful items they find oh uh." He quickly warns that the minions will also equip items that aren't useful for combat, such as pumpkins or any other random object they could get their bloodthirsty little claws on.

"Noted." Rana grunted at the information provided by his chief advisor. He asks the elf trainer to keep an eye on the minions to ensure that they don't try using anything that would cause problems during their assault. "We will still try to find the right weapons for them."

"Good idea." The Fourth Overlord agreed to this. "Now can we begin a plan?"

Rana nodded. "Yes, enough time has been wasted."

---

"Alright, here is the plan." Rana and his spiritual friend by his side of the right leaned over a war table with a large map of Fort Azgrom laid out across it. "Our mission is to go inside the fortress, kill any members of the Golden Hand who are occupying it except their leader, Deus. He is for me and the Fourth Overlord alone…but there's one small problem." He glanced up at Gnarl, Dora, Nowa, Alleyne and several minions. "The fortress has no weaknesses; no way in, its walls are impenetrable and I doubt that we can make a scratch or dent on them with our war machines which we have no possession of building them yet."

"It would seem we have to take this a drastic mentally approach." Gnarl grimaced as he turned to the Fighting Master. "Lady Alleyne, you said the fortress was once one of your elf kind until the humans captured it. The question is how did they do it, did they dig underneath or does it have a secret entrance?"

"None I fear." Alyssa answered. "There is however a hidden escape tunnel that could leads the way in or out. unfortunately during the capture the humans sealed it up completely to keep their enemies from sneaking in."

"What about the walls?" Dora questioned. "Are they climbable?"

"Yes, they're." Alleyne replied after thinking carefully. "But..." she left out a warning. "We need to be extremely careful not to get spotted, the fortress itself is supported with archer towers. They easley spoil us during the daytime if we try something like that."

The minions mutter to each other, they have no problem sneaking into the fortress while getting spotted by the enemy during the daytime if the master allows it, seemingly this plan could work for them without any of them drying, however the minions themselves will happily die for their master or his followers several times if necessary. They're very loyal.

"But if we're lucky we can wait it out in the night time."

"Then that's what we'll do." As much as it pains the Fifth Overlord to agree with this idea of hers waiting until nightfall there was no other option. So he just has to wait a little longer then he'll kill his mark with the help of his companion. "I don't like it but fine let's wait it out until the moon comes out into the dark star sky, we will be ready."

The minions and the two elves gave nods and short remarks of agreement.

"Fine by me." Dora even agreed though she hated not having anything to do but to sit around.

"In the meantime while we waited before nightfall I believe it's best we should get the materials at our disposal for minions." Rana looks straight at his advisor. "Are there any minion diggers that could help us?"

"That will be Grubby, Sure. he's very good at mining and making tunnels up to the Overworld speaking of which," Gnarl turns around and shouts out towards the ceiling. "Grubby! Front and center! The master requests your presence at once!"

"Yes! Master Gnarl." A brown minion with a mining helmet carrying a pickaxe came down from the ceiling and landed safely on a red couch.

Rana turns around to face him as the minion digger approaches before him. "How can I be at service, master?" He asked, saluting to him.

"I need you to search for some mine materials and bring them here." Rana requested. "Start by looking for iron or silver, can you do it?"

"Yes I can." Grubby replied accepting his request

"While you add it, if you find any dark crystals or perhaps even fairy gems, bring them here." The Fourth Overlord told him.

"It will be done." Grubby nodded, saluting again before he dismissed himself asking a few brown minions to accompany him with his mining request.

Rana turned back to his friends and minions. "This meeting is now adjourned as you were," with that being said the minions from all tribes went back to the hives while a few of them went to the kitchen to cook something to eat or to the bar for a drink.

Alleyne was summoned by Mortis, the blue minion reaper, for assistance to teach his blue brothers, the other blue minions how to take cover looking out for incoming enemy arrows while dragging a wounded minion to safety from battle so that they could heal them or revive them if one is dead.

Dora left with Gnarl to visit the magic room to learn new dark magics and spells.

Rana headed for his bedroom to take a little nap but his ghostly companion had some business elsewhere.

Nowa was the only one who had nothing to do. She looks towards the human boy who has entered his room until an idea comes into her mind.

X

Armor, clothes and weapons were touching the rocky floor. Rana was lying flat and still on his bed with the bedsheets underneath him. His head was on a pillow looking at the rocky ceiling without moving a muscle. He has on nothing but his underwear and socks.

He couldn't take a nap for some strange reason, he doesn't feel tired. His body has no desire for rest unless it feels like it.

Must be a good sign for him or a bad sign. He doesn't know why, so he might as well stay awake.

'Mother…Father… I wish you were both here.' Rana thought. 'I don't know what I can do without you too. I have chosen my fate to become Overlord, but I'm worried if I end up on a dark path I may become evil like my ancestors are… but I cannot let that happen. I could really use your help… I wish for both of you to come back from the dead but God cannot allow that. I don't think he can allow it.' He sighs from his nose.

"Master?" Nowa comes into his room, opening the door. "Are you napping?" She closes it behind her, locking it to make sure no one gets entered.

"No, I'm not." He spoke, breaking his silence while the half elf slowly walked up to his bed from the side. "And I think I have a little trouble napping."

"Allow me to help you." Nowa climbs on his bed, lies on top of him as she brings her face close to his.

As they're of amber and blue met.

Rana was creeped out by her and a little embarrassed of how close she is. "What are yo-" Nowa cut him off giving him a soft kiss to the lips, playing with his small tongue inside his mouth and hers.

Rana, without thinking, lifts his head up off the pillow and kisses her back as if he had done this before with someone.

As the two continue kissing each other. Nowa accidentally moaned when she felt something warm, and large touching her special area between her legs which she doesn't have any panties on underneath her skirt.

Nowa stops as she separates the kiss from him a moment. She turned down over her chest to see his cock, stretching out of his underwear.

'Looks like someone is already hard." She leaned herself up.

Nowa reaches down with her gloved hard to free his meat rod out of his underwear causing it to spring out.

"What are you trying to do?" Rana questioned as he felt his rod was out.

Nowa simply smiled. "You'll see, My Master." As she placed her censored pussy lips on the underside of his censored dick bending it back. "Tell me… are you a virgin?" She had begun to move her hips back and front on him, covering his private area with her love juices.

The Son of the Dragon Slayer groaned. "No… not anymore… I gave that away to… someone else." Head was pressing back on the pillow.

"It's okay if you did it with someone else then you can have my first time." Nowa raised herself just enough for the tip of his censored cock to be positioned at her censored silt. "Hope you're ready." Then without a warning, she dropped herself on her his thick member as it was completely inside her wet and cunt.

The two almost let out a powerful cry but they sealed their mouths shut turning them onto muffles to keep others from hearing.

Nowa threw her head back, biting her lower lip. She felt her human master's censored cock was pressing deeply within her. The half elf hisses in pain feeling her hymen been torn.

Rana could feel her warm blood traveling down to his length after she lifted her hips.

"If you're ready to do this." Nowa leaned forward. "Let's kiss again for good luck." She placed her soft lips upon his own, hands reaching and holding the sides of his face as they were engaged into a hard kiss.

Nowa brought her feet up to his waist, spread her legs and her knees open pending up before she began to bounce herself up and down on the boy's cock.

Rana brought his hands on her hip helping her bounce while she does the work,

In the middle of their kiss, her bouncing became rapid and strong as she progressed, the New Overlord felt her insides hot inner walls tighten and squeeze on his dick around it when she was doing it.

His hips continued thrusting into the half elf on top of him.

Rana's muscles began to tighten, as a powerful pleasure orgasm started to rise into him. Nowa broke the kiss and leaned up placing her hands on his stomach close to his chests, she began to feel his rad twitch violently inside her. "You going to cum are you? Go ahead, let it out if I get pregnant I won't mind loving you, Lord." She urged him as she buckled her hips down and up with all her might, her pussy was squeezing on him strongly.

Rana moaned, body shivering as his orgasm appeared. "I…can't hold…I-" unable to hold back his hips did one final thrust he cum inside of her baby room as his hot seed began to flood her cunt.

Nowa accidentally let out a scream hoping no one had heard it, the moment she felt his hot milk pour in her. She gritted her teeth, tossed her head back and rolled her eyes.

She fell down forwards onto Rana. Both were parting to regain their stamina, their bodies were sweating from all the sex they have done.

After a couple minutes, Nowa placed her head on top of his shoulder, bringing her lips close to his ear as she softly whispers into it. "You wanna do seconds?" She felt his thick cock inside of her still hard and twitching, and wanted to go for another round.

"Yes." Rana responded with a little smile turning his head to face her. "But as long as you kiss me."

"Deal." Before gently kissing his lips for the third time again.

'This day is going to be fun.' Rana thought.

To be continued.