Maraxus: Welcome back readers to another audience with our Mistress.
Gnarl: Let's hope this one is more intelligent than the previous one.
Maraxus: Yes, getting eaten by a giant bat creature he wanted to study seemed rather ironic.
Gnarl: We do not claim Overlord nor its characters. The creator of this story is of course the most generous Sunjinjo (Iris), all credit to her. Enjoy
An Overlady's Audiences Part 2
The second visitor just came in as Zephyros had installed himself on his usual roost. This time it was a man in a snowy white cloak, the hood drawn deep over his face. His mouth was just visible, however, and Jinx could clearly see it was stitched shut with thick threads.
Gnarl came forward slightly. "A member of the Silent Order? That's been a while…"
The cloaked man nodded, and started mumbling rapidly. Gnarl perked his ears. "What…? I'd watch my tongue, reverend. If I translate this…" He narrowed his eyes. "Oh. Wait. That changes matters."
"What's he saying?" Jinx informed, without taking her eyes off the monk.
Gnarl turned back to her. "He either wants to ask you whether you would like to model for the naked issue of Scabby Body Parts, or he and his cult want to worship you as the prophet of their deity, and his representative on the surface." He chuckled. "My Mumble is a bit rusty, but I've learned to distinguish the more plausible option."
Jinx burst out laughing, at first about the former and then, incredulously, about the latter, but she quickly regained a hold of herself. "The prophet of their deity… Vessperion?" The words 'my father' had been at the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't bring herself to see the old Overlord that way. He was the stuff of legend.
The priest continued his mumbling. Gnarl listened intently. "Yes. As the Infernal Lord disappeared all those years ago and now rules another realm, and you're receiving his messages…" the advisor cast her a sideways glance, "they want to worship you in his stead. This means you'll have their support, unconditionally, and Angelis will start to send us their resources." He coughed. "That is, as soon as Angelis is once again habitable and inhabited."
Jinx smiled slightly; she understood the hint very well. She would have to work for this worship. She rose. "Reverend, it would give me great pleasure to cooperate with you and restore Angelis to its former glory. It is, after all, the city of my birth. And as soon as your temples are back in use I would be honoured to be received as Vessperion's prophet."
The priest bowed deeply, and mumbled something in such a relieved voice it could be nothing but a heartfelt uttering of his gratitude.
"He's thanking you, Milady, and he says lord Landen, the steward, is swearing fealty to you." Gnarl grinned approvingly. Quite a bit of land had been added to the Netherworld's territories, good farmland, and an area full of succubi at that, some colonies still unmutated. Gnarl missed his succubi.
"As soon as my tasks allow me I'll return to Angelis, reverend, and I will certainly take my blue Minions with me." Jinx carefully hid her joy; she hadn't expected to win people to her side already. Humans meant little to her, but they were good for resources and as mortal armies.
The white priest walked backwards, bowing all the way, and the portal on the ceiling flashed him back up.
Maraxus and Gnarl exchange amused looks.
Maraxus: Jinx doing nude modelling for an issue of Scabby Body Parts… can you imagine how many copies would sell.
Gnarl: While it may inspire many to follow her wondrous beauty I can't imagine her consenting to it.
Maraxus: Well I'm certainly not going to ask her to do it… I don't fancy some form of horrible torture or death.
Gnarl: So now the Silent Order has ledged their loyalty, excellent. Make sure to leave a review readers and we'll see you next time.