AN: This chapter has been re-update. Due to the recent review that I received. I took consideration of that lesson, and decide to rewrite the girls character designs, and their race. To make it more believable, and unique to the world of Overlord. Also, this gave me a chance to make corrections in this chapter. Therefore, there will be minor changes on the 'first contact' part of this chapter. Although, the structure of the story is pretty much the same.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the overlord, they all belong to the author name Kugane Muruyama. Same goes for Destiny lore, and game. They belong to Bungie
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Chapter 1: The arrival of the fallen.
'Destiny Universe Online'
After a long time of development, Bungie released their shooter, looter, and DMMO-RPG game known as 'the Destiny Universe'. A game where a player is allowed to explore the system as they see fit, and uncover its mysteries as they fight for their territory. Beside the competition, and exploration, the bungie implement a customization system for those who like to build their own world. A system where you can customize their own NPC, ships, house, guild and so on.
As for playable guardian race, the player can choose to play as a Human, Awoken, Exo, and a new addition race known as the Eliksni or they call the Fallen. A nomadic species of four armed-bipedal humanoids.
Among the dozen Fallen houses, there is one house that has been feared by its foes, and praise by its friends. They are known as Hraus autem Solis, or in human tongue the 'House Of Light!'
The house of Solis possessed the largest fleet, and NPC army among the Fallen houses. This house is led by the one guardian who is known as Ragnar. The best titan guardian among the Fallen, and most respected Fallen among the other race. Ragnar, and his house fame are so popular that the player base of Destiny call him the
'THE FALLEN KING.'
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Beneath the dark surface of the moon, there is a nine foot tall, male Fallen that stood in the entry of the dark temple.
This guardian wears the armor of the Kells of Kells, inspired from Scel'iks design. An armor that basks with the color of the burning sun, and capes that flutter like a solar flare with a collar fur swaying like a blazing fire.
The fallen guardian crosses through the hall, and he carefully tread his way in the shadows of the floor until he reaches the middle of the chamber where the darkpool rests.
"So this is the place?" The fallen guardian asks with his voice molded with gas like sound, created by his full face mask that he wears.
The mono-eye shell called ghost just appears out of the thin air, and floats beside the guardian. Then, it looks back at the pool, and replies by nodding its eyeball.
"Are you sure, this is safe?" The Eliksni guardian asked while blinking its four azure eyes as he crossed his four arms together. Then, he shifts his gaze on his ghost, and notices its worried eyeball looking at him, and the pool. Back, and forth. "Ghost?"
The ghost chirped in a reassurance tone. Although, the Fallen notice that there is a hint of doubt lies within its eyes. So, the Eliksni guardian sighs as he strokes his forehead. Knowing that their loot potentially lies in the pool of traps.
"Kruza (Shit)…. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Here we go." Eliksni guardian dips his boots on the dark pool, and saw his legs being consumed by the oily water. Looks disgusting, he thought.
In response to his actions, an exotic black machine gun rose from the dark pool. The machine gun is covered with green flames, and its model is akin to the skins of the taken tech.
"By the stars above, it's the unified remnants machine gun! I can't believe it. It was here all along." Eliksni's guardian said with his voice gasping in excitement as he let his four hand grasp on the exotic heavy rifle. Once he touches it, the rifle molds into an engram that covers with flames of shadow.
As soon as the Fallen guardian takes the exotic engram from the pool, the atmosphere of the temple suddenly turns dark, and chilly. Follows by the howl of hives that awoke from the depths of the darkness.
"Run!" The Eliksni guardian sprint across the hall with his ghost following him behind. He ran as fast as he can while he tightly holds on his exotic engram like his life depends on it.
He peeks to the corner of his eyes, and sees a dark horde of the hive chasing him. Slowly gaining their distance to him.
"Harbinger echo!" The Fallen guardian summons his sparrow. In response to his call, a hover bike that covers in shadows flame appears in front of him. So, he jumped into it, and revs up to full throttle as he left the horde behind him at speed of sound.
After driving his way to the cavern halls, he manages to find his way out to the surface of the moon. Then, he turned his sparrow sideways to slow his speed. Once he halts in the middle of the open wasteland. He finds himself in front of the hordes of hives that silently stand, and watches him.
The Fallen guardian jumps out from his sparrow while his bike turns into molecular dust. Then, he bravely stood alone, and faced the hordes before him without showing any sign of fear in his azure eyes.
When his solar cape flutters behind him, he raises his arm into the air. Then, a dust began to form in his hand, and turn itself into a pole with a banner carrying the insignia of his house. The symbol of the sun that watches over the stars, and planets.
The Eliksni guardian strikes his banner to the white sands. It releases a powerful earthquake, and bright light that brings the horde fall into their knees. Once the quake settles, the light brightly shines behind the guardian, and the sun rays blind the hordes.
The horde looks up into the stars, and behold! A dozen of Fallen cruisers called Ketch emerge from the stars, and fly behind the Eliksni guardian. Then, this fleet is being led by a heavy cruiser called Cabal warship, but now painted in colors of House of light. This warship is named the 'Excelsior'. The flagship of the fleet of Solari.
When the Excelsior hovers above the Eliksni guardian, it opens its belly, and lets the pillar of light descend to the location of the guardian. Once the pillar of light reaches the surface, an army of Fallen captains, and vandals emerge from the pillar as they march behind Eliksni's guardian. Then, the Fallen army stood beside the guardian with their rifles, and swords ready for his commands.
After that, a dozen skiffs descend from the sky, and deploy their troops to the field along with their four-legged heavy tank called Walkers.
The hive tremble in fear when an army, and ships of Fallen surround them from all sides. Which brings a satisfied smile to the Eliksni guardian for bringing fears in their eyes.
No time to waste, the Fallen guardian raises his banner as he prepares his men for the glorious charges.
"I am Ragnar, the Kells of Solari. The protector of light against darkness." The Eliksni captains, and vandals echo their battle cries as they raise their weapons, and banners to the air. "With our rifles, and swords in our hands. We will purge the darkness from our path, and let our light shine brighter than the sun. Hraus autem Solis, usmailus...KROVANIK!" (Warriors of the house of light..advance!).
The army of light bravely charges against the horde, and clashes against them. The Hive were trample, and crashed like bowling pins while being drench from plasma bombardment that rain upon them. So, their enemy stood no chance against the might of their unity, and their Fallen king. Guarantee that this victory belongs to the house of light.
Excelsior, the flagship of Solari.
"Hehehehehe, I got a ton of loot!" Ragnar croaking in joy as he marches on the hallway while carrying a hundred of legendary engrams on his arm. " Oh man, I love fighting the horde with my army, and trample them to death. And I love roleplaying as a kell, making me feel that I am truly an Eliksni. Whew, this is why I love this game."
Ragnar stops on his track when a couple of Archon stood before his path. The blue, and red Archons bow their heads before the golden Kell.
"Ah, Skelos, and Yavok…"
Skelos the blue, and Yavok the red were the first customized NPC that Ragnar created. According to their settings, they were siblings born, and grew under the house of a wolf. Sadly, due to their weaknesses they were exiled to the wild as dregs. Although, one fateful day Ragnar took them under his banner, and treated them like they were his sons. He fed them, took care of them with kindness, and trained them. Until the day they proved themselves as powerful warriors by defeating the Archons of house of wolf, and even became guardians. So, they are the strongest warriors of House of Solis, and his beloved sons.
"Good work for crashing the hive on their left flank. I am proud of both of you." Ragnar pats both the siblings on their shoulders. Although, the Archons didn't say any word and just silently bowed their heads. 'well, it's not that they actually respond to it. Still, i am proud of them.' He thought.
After passing by, the Eliksni guardian reaches the hall of light. Where most of the research development is located.
"Hey, Granny. I got something for you!" Ragnar cheerily waves his hand, and greets the Fallen scribe who stood on the stalls that filled with trophies, and otherworldly techs.
Jazara the scribe, is his personal Crypatch of the house, and responsible for research development of any tech they recover. According to her setting that he gave to her, she is the oldest fallen woman in the fleet, and some say that she was alive since the day when the light abandoned them. Thanks to it, she was often called granny by his sons, and she disliked that.
"Jazara, I want you to encrypt these engrams for me." Ragnar said as he dropped the hundreds of legendary engrams in front of the Scribe. He swears that he heard a weary sigh from her when he dropped it. Surely, that was just his imagination he thought. "Take care of that, Granny. I will be back for it, soon."
Ragnar leaves the hall as he waves his hand goodbye, and heads back to the bridge.
Excelsior, Bridge
"Ah, home sweet home…" Ragnar stands proudly in the entrance of the Bridge, basking himself with the sunlight that shines from the windshield.
Before him, is the massive command room with the floating bridge that connects to the platform where his throne faces the front view of the ship. Then, below the throne is where the Fallen crew is working with the systems of the ships.
After crossing the floating bridge, the Kell of Light sits on his throne, and watches the view in front of him. Mesmerized by the beautiful stars, and moon that shine in front of his eyes.
As he waits for anything to happen, he decides to surf the web, and read anything that is interesting to him. Until, his four eyes grow wide when he catches shocking news on the net.
"No fucking way! They shut down the 'Yggdrasil'. Wow…." Ragnar gasps in disbelief when he reads the news of Yggdrasil has been shut down today. Reading its name makes him remember the fun, and cruel grind that he invested in that game from the day it was released. Friendship was formed, and broken. The taste of defeat, and victory. Most of all, the joy of discoveries, and bonds you build with your friends. "Ah...those were the times."
After reminiscing about his past, a message bar suddenly pops out on his view. So, he narrows his four eyes as he tries to read the text in front of him.
[ Unknown Distress Signal! [60secs] _Will you accept? Yes_No[] ]
"What is this, an event? Never seen or heard this before…" Ragnar scratches his chin in wonder, and he watches the countdown of the message decreasing by seconds. His baffling mind cannot comprehend what this event is all about, and this is the first time he receives a message like this. So, this strange message is making him feel anxious to answer 'yes'. Although curiosity got it to him which made him decide to accept it. "Whatever...it's not like I got something to do."
As soon as he presses the 'yes' button, the atmosphere of the bridge turns dark, and the terrible quake sends him off from his chair. When the quake settles down, Ragnar lifts his head, and sees a giant black sphere absorbing the Ketch ships one by one. Before he can even scream, the whole world before him suddenly falls into darkness, and silence gag his voice.
Some Time Later…..
" Mmmmmragh!…." Ragnar groans in pain as he tries to shield his weary eyes from the light. Once he regains his vision, he raises his aching body while he supports his aching head. 'W-what happened?..."
"FATHER!"
The blue, and red Archons storm the bridge with their capes fluttering behind them. Their worried eyes are searching for their father until they find him sitting on the ground.
"Father, I try to raise your ships, but you won't respond to our call." Skelos the blue said.
"Why are you sitting on the floor? Are you ill?" Yavok the red said.
'They can speak!? How can they speak!?'
"Father, do you need help?" Skelos asks as he reaches out his open palm to him.
"Yes…." Ragnar replies in instinct. When he grabs his son's hand, his bewilder mind senses the rough, scaly anatomy of his son's hand. The sense that should never be in game, yet he feels it. 'Oh, no! Is this ...it can't be.'
While Kell of light is busy thinking about his situation, the Archons bring him up, and guide him to sit on his throne. Then, they stand before their Kell as they watch him deeply thinking about something.
'I must get out here, there is no way this is real. This must be a glitch!?' Ragnar brings up the menu in panic. Then, his eyes suddenly fall in terror when he sees there is no Log out option on the menu.
"Father, you are awfully quiet." Skelos said with a worried tone.
"Please, give me a moment of peace." Ragnar said, and raised his hand while the other was on his head.
The blue, and red Archon looks at each other anxiously till they silently bow before their Kell. Once everything is in silence, the Golden Eliksni manages to ease his mind for a bit as he tries to put the pieces of the puzzle together.
'A black sphere that warped us out into different space, the sense of touch, the inability to logout and most of all...my creations..my sons... is speaking to me, and they call me their 'father' just like what I wrote about their background setting...that means' Ragnar gasp under his mask when realize the reality of his situation. 'I got transferred to another reality…'
"Father…"
The Golden Fallen darts his eyes on his sons when Selos spoke. 'He speaks... my sons…*sniff*...they really speak. That means they became real...if they were real that means my people are real...and my role...'
"Father, the people…" Yavok the red, step forward, and asks with a stern voice. "Father, our people are waiting. What should we do?"
'What should he do?....' Ragnar stares down, and leans his body forward as he thinks what he really is to them. If this is real, if he really is the Fallen king, then what should the Fallen King do?
"Father, please lead us!" Skelos begs as he tries to wake his father from his thoughts.
Thanks to his sons, this made Ragnar realize what he will do when he somehow becomes the Fallen King.
'Lead my People'
"Skelos, Yavok!" Ragnar firmly stands before his sons while his cape flutters like a solar flare. " I want our comms back online. Then, I want to know the status of every ship in our fleet. Move it!"
The Archons quickly bow their hand, and start ordering the men in the bridge. "You heard the Kell orders, fix our comms."
"Then, raise every ship in our fleet. I want to know how many ships we still have, and I need a status report of every crew in the fleet." Yavok shouts, and proudly obeys his father.
The Fallen Vandals scramble all over the place as they try to reconnect the Excelsior to the fleet comms. While the Golden Kell sits on the throne, and patiently waits for the report.
After several minutes of waiting, the Fallen king faces his sons as he waits for them to speak. "Report.."
Skelos steps forward, and speaks. " All ships are accounted for. We didn't suffer any damage after that anomaly event. Thank the stars we didn't lose any ships."
'So they too experienced that weird sphere...interesting.' Ragnar asks. "What about our people? Any casualties?"
Yavok shook his head. "No father, all hands report that we suffer no casualties."
Every soul in the bridge croaks in relief when they hear the good news.
"How about our location? Anyone know where we are?" Ragnar rests his head on his hand as he leans his arm on his armchair.
"Ummm…." the siblings both look each other in the eyes. Knowing that they have no answer for that question. "About th-"
"By the love of light! Why is no one answering my call!"
The Kell, and Archons shift their heads behind them. There they see an annoyed, and old Fallen scribe. Marching towards them as she struck her staff on the floor.
"Ah, Granny!" Yavok croaks happily, and opens his huge arms for a hug. "A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one!"
"Who are you calling granny?!" Jazara swings his staff, and strikes the red Archon on the head. Which made the Kell surprise while the blue Archon pfft behind his mask.
"Oh don't get heat up over such a thing." Skelos chime in, and humor the old scribe. "Just accept that your old age is having a hard time to keep up with the latest tech."
"How dare you!" angry veins pop out on the head of the Scribe. So, in the blink of the eye. She swings her staff to their legs, and forces the siblings to kneel to the floor.
"Ow!"
"Why me!?"
"Coz ya are laughing!" Jazara points his staff on the Red archon.
The Fallen king drops his mandibles in astonishment when he witnesses the event unfold before him. He never thought that the relationship he wrote about them, will also flesh out in this reality.
"By the stars! When you will teach these kids some manners, Ragnar?" Jazara puffs madly, and strikes his staff on the floor.
"Oh-um, well…" Ragnar blinks his eyes, and her question catches him unprepared. "It can't be help...but, I try…"
"May the stars give me a rest…" Jazara facepalms his mask, and croaks in exasperation. "Like father, like sons….."
"Anyway, joke aside Granny. What's with the emergency?" Yavok asks while he helps the blue Archon stand up on his feet.
"This!" Jazara strikes his staff in full force which makes the room turn dark, and a holographic map of the galaxy sprouts out to the skies. "This is the galaxy that our celestial scanners found. If you notice the pattern of stars, and the constellation. They are different from 'our' galaxy."
"What do you mean different from 'our' galaxy?" Skelos asks with a horrified face that also shares the same expression with Yavok, and Ragnar.
"It means we are beyond our systems, far away from it. Worse of all, we are no longer in our reality. We are in a different universe now." Jazara darts her emerald eyes on the Golden Kell, and asks. "The question is...what are we going to do now?"
Everyone on the Bridge shifts their eyes on their Kell. Waiting for his answers.
Ragnar lays his back against his throne, and realizes the golden opportunity they have. "If we are not in our reality, that means the darkness does not exist in this world….That's means this is our chance to find a new world. A world where we can finally call home. A home where we no longer fear the darkness."
"Father….."
"Ragnar…'
The Fallen king stands up from his thrones, and says. "Jazara search for any vital world that we can live in!"
"Yes, Ragnar!"
"Yavok connects my voice to every comms on the Fleet. I want to speak to my people!"
"Yes, Father. It shall be done!"
The Fallen king faces his crew before him while his solar cape flutters behind him. Then, he stands firmly before his people as he stares at every face of the Eliksni that watches him from every ship of the Fleet. Then, he stick his chest out proudly, and open his heavenly voice
"My people..sons, and daughters of Eliksni..For centuries, we have been a broken people. Shunned, and abandoned by the being that we swear to protect…. Three years ago, I asked for the time. The time that was granted by you, You, the strength of my arms, and light of our dreams…"
Every Eliksnis in the fleet, raises their head, and listens to the voice of their Kell. In his voice, they can feel the light...in his voice they can feel Salvation…In his voice, they can feel Hope.
"In the time you have given me, I have rebuilt our fleet, I have rebuilt our pride, and I have rebuilt our own light...The darkness in our world is no longer a threat to us, and we can finally build our home once more" Ragnar raises his fist as he continues his speech. The words that came from the heart of his people. "On this day, we stand united once more. On this day, those driven to divide us will hear our voice. On this day, we will act as one, and the world before us will be OUR HOME!...Defenders of the House of Solari..NOW IS OUR TIME!"
"Hail for the light!"
"Hail for the Kell!"
"Glory for the Eliksni!"
At the end of his speech, the voice of the proud people of Eliksni echo across the universe as they wave the banner of the light. Singing songs for the bright future of their people. The future where every Eliksni can live in harmony with others. A future where they can finally call home.
" *sigh* that was something…" Ragnar lays his back against his throne, and tries catching his tired breath. Deep inside of the Fallen king, he feels excited about this reality, and wonders what kind of exciting future he will face in this new world. At same time, he feels happy that he manages to flesh out his roleplay as a Kell, pretty well. It was an authentic experience, he thought. However, he is worried about whether he is truly worthy to lead his people. "I will see that answer soon, in the future."
Some Time Later..
One by one, a dozen of Ketch ships, and a massive Cabal Warship spews out from the dark space. Then, the fleet of Solis sails side by side as they hover above the planet that is covered with lush greenery continents, and bright blue oceans.
"My Kell, we have arrived!" The Fallen captain said.
"Yes we are…" Ragnar looks below his bridge while his dazzling eyes watch over the beautiful planet that sparkle like a jewel. "She is….wonderful."
Excelsior, War council
In this massive round table, the Kell, Archons, and the Scribe sat on each opposite side of the table. As they observed the hologram images that float on the centre of the table.
"These are the images that were taken by our scout drones…" Jazara said as she scrolled through every image of the primitive cities of the new world. "Judging by the medieval structures, and cities. We are certain that the natives in this world have intelligence capacity similar to us, and have capabilities to build a complex society like us."
"So, there is already a civilization living in this world." Ragnar said in excitement. The thought of meeting a new kind of race...The real people. This exciting event is making his child's side of him bring out of his chest.
"Well what are we waiting for!?" Yavok said as he pumped his fist in eagerness. "Let's go down, and greet them. Hey we are the Fallen, don't worry we are not the bad ones!"
"Yeah sure, let's land all our ships in this world." Skelos facepalm his mask, and replied in sarcastic tone. "I bet they won't see us as an invading force."
Ragnar nodded his head. "Skelos, right. We cannot land our fleet casually. They might misinterpret our arrival as an invasion, and possibly provoke them to become hostile. Last thing we want to do is to follow the sins of our ancestors. We are a house of Light. the protectors of all beings against the dark, and the seeker of peace."
"Why not, we go look for another one?" Skelos suggested.
"Do you have any spare resources in your pockets, brother?" Yavok asks in a sarcastic tone.
"Alright you got me, bro...now shut up" Skelos growled, and slammed his fist. while the red Archon grinned in victory.
"Ahem, at least this is a good opportunity to prove ourselves whether we truly stray from the path of cruelty, and piracy." Jazara chimes in with her one eye gaze on the Golden Kell. "I suggest that we should build an outpost hidden from the eyes. Then, we make contact with any factions that we can trust. Once we manage to make a lot of good connections. Then, we can all go in, and introduce ourselves. Of course, if we have the approval of the faction that we are align with."
"That's a good idea, just I expected from the wise, and old sa-" Yavok yelp in pain when the Fallen Scribe hit his head with the staff. Then, the Red Archon ghost appears beside him as it tries to comfort him.
"So we're gonna take a leisure approach." Skelos asks. "Now, where will we build our outpost?"
"I'll handle it." Ragnar stands up from his throne, and looks at them with his confident eyes. "I'll go down there alone, and find us some spot."
"No, Father. It's dangerous to go alone. You might face a foe that rivals to your strength. At least, take us with you." Skelos protested with a worried tone.
"Really kids? Ya know I am still fairly young, and...I am still strong to take care of myself." Ragnar raises his brow.
"Nah, we were worried that you might turn senile, and forget about us…just like now, you forgot how old you really are" Yavok answer as he croak in a funny way.
Ragnar almost laughs from it, but his roleplay as a Kell manages to swallow it, and compose himself.
He knows Yavok is the loudest smart mouth between the siblings, but he never expects it will be this flesh out from the setting he made for him. So, he is proud of him and at the same time he must scold him for speaking like that. "My sons, I was considering to take you both with me. However, thanks to your brother's smart mouth. I decide not to take you both on this trip."
"Brother!" Skelos snarl.
"What!" Yavok gave him quizzical looks. "It's just hard to pass up."
"Ufufufufufu…" Jazara pleasantly croak behind her mask.
"Alright, prepare my Skiff. I'll be taking my leave." Ragnar turns his back away from them while his solar cape flutters behind him. "Skelos, Yavok. I leave the fleet to your care."
"Fear not, father. We will take care of our people." The blue, and red Archons stood up, and bow as they watch the Golden Kell leave the chamber.
'I am sorry, my sons for leaving you behind, but if this planet is known as a fresh, and green world. A world that is more beautiful than my former. Then, I should be the first one to taste it.' Ragnar said from his thoughts while he happily marched on this hall, and headed his way to hangar bay.
NEW WORLD, Border between the Slane Theocracy and Baharuth empire.
"We enter the atmosphere, My Kell. We will be arriving in the Landing zone, in five minutes."
The Skiff sails among the clouds while it slowly descends itself to the earth. Then, it flies among the hills, and mountains to use it as to cover themselves from native eyes. Not for long, it reaches its target zone, and lowers itself slowly to the ground.
The Skiff hover in the mid-air. Safe enough for the passenger to drop. So, once the hatches open on the tail of the Skiff. The Golden Kell emerges from the hatch, and jumps out to the grassy land.
Once he disembark, the Skiff flies to the sky. Leaving the Fallen king all alone on the edge of the hills.
"Oh my God…" The Fallen king broke his character for a moment when he saw the view in front of him.
Before him is a flock of green mountains, and hills erected from the earth while the lush greenery forest stretches across the land till to the horizon. It was beautiful, he thought, more beautiful than the rotten Earth he lived before.
"I must taste the fresh air…." Ragnar removes the respirator hose of his mask, and takes out his helmet. Then, he closed his four eyes as he let his reptilian head bask with the sunlight, and split his mandibles jaw as he tasted the fresh air that passed through his skin. "My God….this is really real…."
'Father...can you hear me?…' a faint voice echoes from his helmet.
"Ah, fuck. I am getting side tracked…" Ragnar quickly puts his helmet back on, and constructs his roleplay back together. "Yes my Skelos, I hear you clearly."
"Good, to hear. Just letting you know that we are watching from the skies. If you need help, please don't hesitate to ask."
"Noted." Ragnar stretches his four arms, and pulls out the Unified remnant machine gun from his back. "Okay time to do my job…"
The Fallen king marches on, and descends from the hills with his solar cape flutter behind him. Anticipating what kind of exciting event he will encounter in this bright new world.
Some Time Later…..
The Golden Kell wanders on this this lush, and greenery woods along with his ghost who chirpily flies around like a pixie fairy dancing in the forest. Then, the ghost halts, and squints its eyeball when it senses something strange on the air.
"What is it, ghost?" Ragnar asks when he notices the strange behavior of the floating star shell.
The ghost chirps in excitement, and motion its body towards the path in front of them. The Fallen King wanders his eyes, and follows the ghost waypoint. Then, his eyes peers in wonder when he saw a trace of familiar energy crawling on the grass floor.
The ghost, and Fallen King follow this energy until they find themselves standing on the sparkling blue ponds that are surrounded by trees that bear a bountiful of fruits.
"It….can't be…..Ether….An enhance Ether radiating from the ponds, and fruits.." Ragnar croaks in awe when his scanner detects a large amount of Ether aura glowing in the fruits, and water. "Are you seeing this!? It's Enhance Ether! And it's just naturally growing on the fruits, and water!"
"Yes, Father we can see it. Right now we are shocked as you are…"
Without further ado, Ragnar brings down his respirator mask, and grabs one fruit from the trees. As soon as he let his mandible latch on the fruit, and tear it. His four eyes grew wide, and tears of joy falling from his eyes.
"It's….delicious..*sniff*" Ragnar is croaking in joy as he chews the fruit, and swallows it. Once the nutrition of the fruit spread to his body, he feels the connection to the light grows stronger than ever before. At the same time, he feel his body as light as the feather, and strong as the mountain. " Ishakmalu! (Amazing!)"
Excelsior, War council.
"I can't believe it...by the stars….A world where Enhance Ether naturally grows in the wild.." Yavok is trembling in disbelief as he watches the holographic live video in front of him. "This must be a dream...somebody, tell me this is a dream…"
"I will wake you up from your dream if you don't calm yourself, boy!" Jazara threatens the Red Archon by raising her staff.
"Nah, nope! I am awake. This is not a dream, surely!" Yavok raises his hand in defense while the Fallen Scribe croaks in exasperation.
After that banter, the Red Archon can't help, but notice the awful silence of his brother. He shifts his gaze on the blue Archon, and sees him sitting in a dark corner of the room, writing something away from their presence.
So, the Red Archon silently creeps behind his brother, and observes him writing something in his small book.
"Wait! What!?" Skelos croaks in panic when someone snatches his diary from his hand. He looks back, and sees the Red archon holding his diary while he turns every page with mocking eyes staring at his booklet.
"The diary of Wonder, and discoveries….pft! How cute." Yavok croaks in laughter.
"Give that back, Vaikluman! (Asshole!)" Skelos blink before his brother's eyes, and reappear behind the Red Archon. Then, he pins his brother to the floor as he tries to reach for the diary. While the Red Archon croaks in joy as he keeps his flustered brother at bay.
As their wrestle goes on, soon they both freeze on the floor when they feel the chilling air of the chamber, and notice the disappearance of the light. They both look up, and their eyes fall in terror when they see the Fallen scribe deathly staring down upon them.
"Ow!"
"AW, again!"
New World
Ragnar cringes his shoulder when he hears a scream of pain from the other side of the line. "Everyone alright, out there?"
"Yes, Ragnar. Everything's ok….everything's fine…." Jazara answered in a sweet voice yet disturbingly ominous at the same time.
"Ok then…." Ragnar shrugs his shoulders, and ignores this topic for a while. So, he left a beacon on the pond for his people to find later. Then, he marches on deeply in the forest until his back vanishes from the sight.
After a few minutes of exploration, the Fallen King emerges from the thick forest, and finds himself on the grassy road. Then, he lifts his eyes when he notices something on the ground.
The Fallen king sprints toward it, and finds himself standing on the corpse. Judging the corpse's appearance, it is a human male wearing full set of the knight armor.
"Huh...we are really in a medieval world...Mhm, I wonder if this world also has fantasy setting...It would be nice to see a magic or even different kind of race!" Ragnar turns over the body, and notices the arrow struck on his neck. His ghost scans the body, and unfortunately finds that he is dead. " disappointing…."
The Fallen king stands up in full alert when he hears the birds fly out of the woods. Then, followed by the scream of a girl echoing across the forest.
"Someone in danger!" Ragnar sprint into the depths of the forest, and search for the source of the sound. Until, he met a dead horse that lied before his path. Judging the corpse, the horse died from the loss of blood due to the arrow that struck on its body. Also, the corpse is still warm so it has recently been killed. "I must be close…"
The Golden Kell follow the blood tracks that lead deeply to the woods. Then, he creeps on the bushes when he hears faint sounds of men just closer to his position.
"Keep her fucking down, Okay! I want you to keep her eyes on me. Make sure she watch me fucking her sister!"
The Fallen King sticks his body against the wood, and peeks behind his cover. Then, his eyes grow wide in disbelief when he sees that event unfold before his sight.
Before him, the four knights ganging up on the two girls. Judging on the girl's clothing, they wear a colorful, and baggy dress. A design that look similar to the Turkic traditional dress. Beside from their outlandish appearance, this girls possessed a traits that separate them from humans. They possess a long, sharp, and pointy ears, and a short twin horns on their forehead. Also, their hair, and eyes has the color of the Ashen. While their skin are pale as the snow.
"You fuckers!" The elder sister with a braided hair tail, shout in anger. While the knight on top of her is firmly pinning her on the muddy earth. Letting the mud stains her Fez hat, and her Entari robe. "Let go of my little sister, you bastards!"
"I will...after I fuck her. Hahahahahaha!" The rapist knight grimly laughs as he pinned the younger sister against the tree.
"Let….me go!" The younger sister cries in fear as she try to keep the Knight's hand reaching her Entari robe, and her braided pigtails.
When the Golden Kell witnesses this horrible scene, he feels ill. He feels horrible because this scene reminds him of the weak boy from the past. The past when he was young, and lived in the slums. Helplessly watching his own sister being raped by men while he didn't do anything about it because he is a weak, and useless boy. Not only that, the people that pass by just ignored their crimes, and treat it like it's just one of those days.
He hated that, and he fucking hated that, but that weakness is no more. Because that weak boy is gone, and now he is the Fallen King. He finally had the power to do something about it….
"Keep struggling girl, I like it. It's challenging!" The rapist knight said with a lustful smile as he pull the girl pigtail, and grab her buggy trouser. All of sudden, his hand felt cold, and lift his anxious eyes when he notices a bright light shining upon them. "What the fuck…."
The knight looks back, and his eyes fall in terror when he sees a nine foot tall creature just eerily towering before him.
The creature is wearing golden armor as bright as the sun, and wears a full face respirator mask with four otherworldly eyes staring deathly at his souls. Beside the armor, and its helmet, what makes this tall creature frightening is the four muscly arms its possesses. The rapist knight can tell with those fours arms, it can rip a person apart with no difficulty. Little did he know, he was about to witness that to himself.
Without hesitation, the Golden kell grabs the rapist knight, and lifts him up to the air. Then, He rips this man apart with ease as the guts, and blood falls to the grass while the knight screams in pain till his death. This gruesome scene brought fears upon the other knights, and even to the girls he is trying to save.
"Holy Christ, have mercy! He just broke him into two like a twig!"
"Where the hell did he come from!? He just appeared from nowhere!?"
"Who the hell are you!?"
The Fallen king lifts his head to that question which makes the knights whimper in fear. Then, he faces them as he tosses their dead comrade in front of them, and replies with a ghastly voice. "I am known as the Kell of Solis….The light that shines in the darkest times...I am the FALLEN KING!"
To be continued….?
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AN:
Now the rewrite is done, and this is the final changes for this chapter. So, to everyone who wonder who they are, and where they come from. I be answering that questions in this note.
First of all they are non-canon species, but surely their race is plausible in this universe since the world of Overlord has a lot of place, and people hasn't explore much yet, such as the lower part of the continent. Anyway, the girls race are called 'Djinns'. A native tribe that came from the desert region. Of course, I am sure you all wonder why a tribe like them exist on the upper part of continent. Well, that question will be answer soon in the next chapter.
And why I am going such a hassle like this, isn't more easy just slap a random human villager, and boom done. Nah, that ain't fun. If I am gonna write, it should be fun, and unique. Well of course I still have to considering the line between fun, and plausible existence of the setting, and character that's why I chose this path.
Anyway, that's all I can say. So, yeah expect for the next chapter to come next week. And for Don Orbit, thank you for your long review, and I really appreciate for your critics. Thanks to you I learn new things for writing a fanfic, and even give me a few good idea. So, thanks friend!
