After a few hours of unconsciousness, the Overlord finally awakened.
'Ugh . . . what happened?'
Looking around, it tried to look for its heir. If that even happened. Did it REALLY find a sprite with such a pure soul that the sun seemed to be as dim as a moonless night in comparison? Did it REALLY corrupt her without so much as a disgruntled groan coming from her as the blood took hold of her with such accepted ease? Did the blood REALLY disobey it, the Overlord, the Creator and Master of the grimm, for the little sprite?
As it continued to look around, it started to doubt itself. Maybe it was all a hallucination. Maybe it didn't find an heir.
Standing up, it made up its mind. It must have just imagined it all. No way did any of that happen. It must be going senile in its old age.
But as seems to be the norm now, a surprise came through the foliage backed by an army of grimm. Its heir in all her corrupted dustling glory, covered in blood. And she came baring gifts. The heads of male dustlings and beastlings. However, for some reason, she and the grimm CAPTURED the female dustlings and beastlings.
'Papa! Look! I took down a small nest!'
As all of this was happening, the Overlord could feel itself start to get woozy again. But before it could faint again, it went down onto bended knee.
'PAPA!?' Its heir screamed in worry.
'I am fine Silver. I just need a minute.'
Wait, why did it just call her Silver? Was it because of those dustdamned silver eyes that could bore a hole through the darkest of nights and still held her previous innocence even though she is corrupted? It didn't know and it doesn't even seem to matter as Silver seems to like her name and is apparently happy if the jumping up and down is anything to go by.
As the Overlord was taking its minute of rest, its mind was catching up. Why did its heir keep the females alive?
'Silver, why are the females still alive?'
'Oh, because they're cute and pretty and beautiful and I wanna keep them.'
Before the Overlord could even begin to get a headache, it just accepted the situation. Kill the males and keep the females? Sure, why not? What's next? Silver starts her own nest?
'Fine. You can keep the females. Now come on, we're going home. You have some training to do . . . even though you have already proven yourself. Even though you have already earned my deepest respect and admiration.'
As father and daughter walked together for home, the dawn of man was seeing its final days. For Silver will have her victory. She will see to it that all men perish and all women obediently serve her with unwavering loyalty till the end of time and space.
Hello all of you disgusting dustlings of Earth. This is Silver, daughter of the Overlord and ruler of Remnant. I just wanted to take a second to talk to you before I come over to your world and do to you what I did to this world. As I sit on my throne made of the bodies of those who stood in my way, I reflect on how easy it was to annihilate the population of Remnant. The dustlings and beastlings of this world were so friggin engrossed and indoctrinated in their feelings of morality that they were so appalled by the act of killing another. Thus, my army which does NOT have such feelings made easy work of those weaklings. That is one thing I must applaud your world for. You are warmongering brutal animals with the blood of a million savage years on your hands. Sure, you too might be appalled by killing, but no so much that you will sacrifice your children for your morality. You WILL kill if it is so required . . . well . . . some of you will. Some of you are like those of my world. So moral in your belief about life that you are just sheep for the slaughter. To those I say, bring your neck to my blade. For the rest of you I say, I expect that conquering your world will actually be something of a challenge for me. You have perfected the art of war and of killing to such an extent that it is amazing. And maybe my invasion of your world will actually unite you and make you put aside your petty differences. To stand as one against a common enemy. Well, I believe that is all I wished to say. My final words are goodbye and I hope you never lose your killing instinct. For even if you become "evolved", just remember, others might not be.