Night One

The Dark Knight's Legacy

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Time: XX:XX

Location: Netherworld,

Overlord's Castle,

Overlord Laharl's Game Room

"Upon two thousand years ago…

…when the demon and human worlds were once one, tragedy swept the lands, humans being hunted like the very beasts they sought out for nourishment. Everyday living in fear…every night spent in fear of it being your very last…all at the very hands of the demons that roamed the land, sky and even the sea.

Till one day, a single demon emerged from the depths of Demon Emperor's army, rebelling against his own kind. This without saying caused a riot among the demons…all hunting for the rebel demon's blood.

Unfortunately, the rebel demon was stronger than all the blood thirsty demons that came after him, and one by one, they were slain by his blade. No one knows how many demons were killed by his hands until he faced the Demon Emperor, Mundus. I would assume that the rebel demon managed to defeat that Demon Emperor, because the tale continues on by saying that the rebel demon sealed the gates to the demon world…

…sacrificing both his blood and that of a mortal priestess's. For such a selfless act, it was given that he became a legend in the human world, gaining him the moniker, The Legendary Dark Knight title…however, that incurred the notorious reputation amongst demons, several that were the remains of his slaying campaign…

…And that is the story of Sparda," Renka explained snapping the book shut as he sat on the ground. "And to answer your question…eh? HEY! HAVE YOU EVEN BEEN PAYING ATTENTION!?"

Apparently, Musashi didn't hear Renka; he was more preoccupied with the spare fired rice he had cooked up for the bratty overlord…more preoccupied by stuffing the food in Overlord Laharl's Slaystation 3. "…look, can't you see I'm busy, ya damn nerd."

"Tsk, tsk…you can't just tell me that you're not interested in the legend of the Dark Knight, can you?" Renka sighed walking around Musashi as the pissed off demon cook continued to pour the fried rice into the poor game system.

"Sorry, but I tend to lose interest when lectures take three hours," Musashi replied clapping his hands free from the leftover fried rice onto the Slaystation 3. "And you still didn't answer my question…what the hell is the point of this!?"

"Tsk, tsk, you never asked that question," Renka pointed out wagging his finger at Musashi, only to have his finger crushed in the grip of the cook vassal. "AH! AH! L-LET GO!"

"You're starting to get on my last nerves Renka," Musashi growled, tightening his grip to make the Red Skull fall to his knees. "Now either get to the point, or I'm going to be taking a few of these fingers as…"

"NO! Then alone time will be all for nothing!" Renka sobbed loudly, hard to tell it was for that reason or for the pain.

Musashi blinked a few times until he shook his hand free from Renka's, his tongue stuck out as he whipped his hand left to right, "UGH! I think I have to burn the skin off my hand now…"

Cradling his hand in his arms, Renka stood up, his eyes narrowed down at the disgusted Musashi, "Well, I think it's rather obvious that you're not going to be joining our little group…"

"Renka…that's enough out of you."

At the sound of the voice, Renka immediately fell back to his knees, his head lowered to the ground. Musashi blinked again in confusion as he turned to the side, seeing who had commanded Renka to finally shut up…only seeing a large daunting shadow standing in the Overlord's game room. It was hard to tell what the shadow was, but, the shadow was easy to see the shadow's glowing glazed eyes, two of which were red while in the shadow's forehead was a third, pulsing, glazed, blue eye. "…Who in the world are you?"

"I am Br- - -e," The mysterious shadow answered.

"Wait…what's your name?" Musashi asked cleaning his ear with his pinky. "I don't think I heard you…"

"Not a problem," the shadow replied. "My name is B- - -e."

"…is there something wrong with you?" Musashi questioned, blinking a few times in confusion. "I can't hear your name!"

"Tsk, tsk, don't you know who you're yelling at?" Renka growled jumping to his feet. "This is the guy who got our group together! So show some respect to him…"

"If I didn't show respect to the overlord," Musashi snarled. "What makes you think I'd show this no name some respect?"

"Why you…" Renka's body glowed a bright red, a fiery aura pulsing over his body as a powerful flame appeared in his hands. "How dare you disrespect Master B-!"

In a blur of darkness, the Shadow now stood in between both Renka and Musashi, a clawed hand grasping over Renka's glowing hand. "That is enough Renka…no need to raise a fist to our newest member…"

"Whoever said I'd join?" Musashi growled. "I still don't know what I'd be getting into if I did!"

"I must apologize," The shadow replied, bowing his head slightly towards Musashi. "Perhaps we should discuss this matter somewhere else…"

All three of the shadow's eyes glowed extremely bright, engulfing the three demons in a bright light before the doors to the game room slowly creaked open, allowing a familiar antennae haired demon to enter into the room as the light disappeared.

…wait for it…

"AAARGH! MY SLAYSTATION 3! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE!?"

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Time: XX: XX

Location: Netherworld,

Overlord's Castle,

Basement's Torture Chamber

Once a room of despair was nothing more than a dusty remnant of its former glory, rust and dust now forming on the various ways of torture, ranging from the pendulum to the whips. The dank room was immediately lit up by the flashy entrance of the three demons…

…the freaky thing was, the shadow was still darkened even with the light flowing over the three demons. "Ah…I do so enjoy that way of travel…"

"Urg…I think…I think I'm going to…uh oh," Musashi moaned before he ran behind one many torture tables in the room. "BLEH!"

"Ew, that's gross," Renka gagged as a splashing sound echoed through the torture chamber.

"That flash usually has that effect on first time passengers," The shadow explained turning away from Musashi puking.

After a few more minutes of puking, Musashi weakly sat down on one of the many tables used for torture facing both the shadow and Renka. "…So…I've heard that boring…er, interesting tale of that Dark Knight, so what does that have to do with me?"

"…very well," the shadow replied.

"Master B- - - - -!" Renka yelped only to have a shadowed claw popping in front of him, immediately silencing the mage.

"It is quite alright Renka," The shadow chuckled before the claw retracted back into the shadow's body. "I think our future member is entitled to the information about our group…I assume you heard about Sparda, young samurai?"

"Yeah, that's what I just said," Musashi replied raising an eyebrow.

"Excellent," The shadow chuckled as his glowing eyes curved slightly. "Now, I'll assume that you've heard how Sparda managed to slay hundreds upon hundreds of demons right?"

Musashi merely nodded, "Excellent…but you never heard how correct? Well, it's no wonder that if a person would defeat an enemy they would become stronger…well; Sparda had a unique way to become stronger. Whenever Sparda would defeat a high level demon, that demon's body would transform into a weapon."

"These weapons, or better known as Devil Arms, would sync with demon blood of whoever would grab hold of them. In fact, for each weapon Sparda wielded to his name, his strength would increase, his agility would double, and his knowledge would grow with new addition to his arsenal…"

"…some would even compare Sparda to be on equal grounds to an Overlord…"

"…our group has spent countless hours researching on these Devil Arms," Renka chuckled lifting his book up, flipping through the pages. "And thanks to said research, we've determined that these Devil Arms are the key…"

"…the key to defeating that spoiled brat we call an Overlord!"

Musashi couldn't help but have his normally calm eyes open wide, making him forget about his queasy stomach as he stood up on his feet. "Are you two crazy!? Every other day the Overlord defeats heroes and demons, turning them in vassals like us! I and I know for a fact that you two know his strength isn't something to trust to stuff like this!"

"Hey, put some effort in our plan," the shadow commented raising its shadowed claws up in a defensive manner. "If a Demon Emperor could fall to a single dark knight who wielded Devil Arms, then its only logic if a group of demons wielded the same power, then we would be able to defeat an Overlord."

"Logic? Logic?! This is the Netherworld!" Musashi shouted, his spit flying on both Renka and the shadow. "Logic doesn't apply here!!"

"Exactly…" the shadow replied growing larger and larger by the second, towering over Musashi. "…logic wouldn't normally work in this Netherworld…so, we'll simply steal the very logic of another world, and these Devil Arms hold the key to defeat any power Overlord Laharl may hold…"

"…besides…you're either with us, or you'll be serving us soon enough…and if you thought being the brat's vassal was bad, you have no idea how serving the seven of us will strain on you."

"Uh, well, even if you did manage to find a way to beat the bratty overlord," Musashi sighed sitting back down. "How in the world are you going to find this Legendary Dark Knight that passed away over two thousand years ago? I would figure that if a demon that powerful existed with these Devil Arms, then those weapons would be already stolen by other demons…"

"Heh, we don't need to find those weapons," Renka chuckled stopping on one of the pages in his book. "You see…near the end of his life, Sparda settled with a human wife, and fathered twin sons…both of which shared his blood and abilities, including creating weapons from the demons they defeated."

"And if what you're saying is," Musashi stated with his eyebrows rising. "If we find the sons…"

"Then we find the Devil Arms," the shadow replied. "And thanks to our very own Renka here, we know where we can find one of the sons, and we know for a fact that he is in possession of many Devil Arms…more than enough for any of us."

"And we wish to extend this once in a life time opportunity to you, a skilled swordsman to our elite club…"

He couldn't believe his ears, a chance for Musashi to get his revenge on the bratty Overlord, "Heh…"

"Heh, ha, ha, ha, ha! This is quite the position you two put me in!"

"What do you mean?" Renka questioned.

"Now that you've, ha, told me your plans, heh," Musashi snickered, slapping his hand over his eyes. "I now have no choice to join your group…otherwise; you run the risk of me turning to the overlord about your plans. That's why we're in this room right? If I say no, you'll make use of every single one of these devices to make sure I won't talk…"

Musashi's sharp eyes then snapped left and right, "And if you really want to convince someone to join your cause, you shouldn't really have five others hide in the shadows…makes ya look untrustworthy."

With a snap of its darkened claws, the shadow called out five other shadowed demons, all of which ranged from different sizes and wearing different clothes, "You see? This is why we need you in our group Musashi…with your sword skills, hawk –like eyes and your skills in the kitchen; you're just what we need."

"So, what do you say?" The shadow's claws extended in front of Musashi, the curved eyes narrowing slightly a bit more, "The power of Sparda is only a step away…and you just need to take that step."

A smirk appeared on Musashi's face as he clapped his hand in the shadowed claws, "Master B - - - - -, count me in!"

"Good…good," the shadow chuckled releasing Musashi's hand. "Renka…now that we've got the right actors…it's time for us to begin the rehearsal and gather the props!"

Snapping the book shut, Renka tossed the literature onto the floor, "Heh, you got it Master B - - - - -."

The book erupted into a powerful flame, creating a powerful red portal in front of the eight demons, "This party's getting crazy!"

The shadow took a step forward, the portal's light not strong enough to show its true body, "…let's rock!"