Chapter 01: A New Overlord

Footsteps echoed in a dark corridor as a figure walked through it, the body consumed by the shadows, passing by portraits of various beings clad in armor with glowing eyes.

"My, this place has definitely seen better days." The being mused stopping to stroke a gray goatee on his face before he came across a door.

Pushing it open with some difficulty, the being walked in and made his way to a battered table where a book laid open with a quill next to it.

"Now how did it go?" The being frowned in thought, a smile soon made his way across his face before he dipped the quill into a jar of ink and began to write. "Ah yes, there it goes."

'Once upon a time, there was a… Beginning that was followed by quite the Ending. Many, many generations ago there was a man of absolute power that was feared for his might. This man was called the Black Baron and is the creator of powerful weapons, spells and armor unlike any others.' The being stopped writing, scratching the side of his head while his long ear began to twitch. 'Through such power, he created a new race known simply as Minions and bounded us to the will of him and his successors. In all but name he was the first true Overlord.'

The creature chuckled darkly, no doubt remembering all the 'fun' he had in those admittedly simpler times.

'Creating an artifact called the Tower Heart, the Baron started a lineage that has carried on to modern days with his nephew the Young Lord of Castle Gromgard, being the first one to use the title 'Overlord'.' The figure sighed at those better times. 'But after three more Overlords and many failures of ones we had to go into hiding and now those legends of power are nothing more than fairy-tale myths that nobody listens to. And us once powerful Minions are reduced to doing nothing but scavenging.'

"Stupid, arrogant creatures." The figure muttered, letting his dislike for the modern world known. "Bah in the old days they would've been slaughtered quite easily."

The figure went to write more only to pause, a pulsation of power emanating in the room, flowing through him.

A familiar one.

"Could it be?" The figure muttered turning around with a wide grin.

That pulse of power could only mean one thing.

The Tower Heart, despite not being in the building has chosen a new master.

"We have to act quickly," The figure began to move quickly, his old age preventing him from running a light shining on him to show a grey gremlin like creature in tattered clothing. "Giblet! Quaver! Moldy! Gubbin!"

Sounds of a loud crash was heard as four other gremlin-like creatures ran in, these ones brown with yellow eyes.

"Gnarl calls?" One of them asked while a fourth brown stayed a bit away, wearing a jester hat and one of his eyes replaced by a diamond. "Have something to break?"

"Break! Break!" The other two chanted stupidly with grins on their faces.

"Calm down you lot, we have to move quickly if we're to get our new Master." Gnarl said causing for them to quiet down in awe.

"We getting new Master?" The smallest Brown asked, his voice quivering in excitement.

"That's what I just said Moldy," Gnarl said a bit impatient. "Now come on before something happens to this one and Giblet fetch the Gauntlet, if this is really our new Master this will prove it."

If they could, he would have Giblet prepare a helmet and armor for their Master but due to their Smelter being stolen in their absence they had nothing but the Gauntlet.

"March forth Minions and find out Master," The Jester one said with a laugh. "Once we do we shall surely cause disaster!"

"Indeed Quaver it's been far too long," Gnarl gave a chuckle with Mouldy, Gubbin and Giblet running ahead with cheers. "Evil always finds a way."

"Boy, get up." A nine year old child with dark, messy hair gave a sigh at that order, not opening his eyes as of yet while he was in the dark while a light rapping on the door followed the shrill voice.

Instead he was suppressing the urge to groan at another day of being treated like this.

Opening his green eyes, not noticing that they gave a slight glow when he did so, the boy had to close them when the light came on, showing an extremely cramped room with coats inside of it with small spiders crawling on the walls.

"Now Boy!" The same voice repeated, causing for Harry James Potter to sigh and open the door after grabbing his glasses to show that his room was the cupboard under the stairs where he saw a tall skinny woman giving him a look. "You better not be slacking."

Harry just looked down. "Yes Aunt Petunia." He muttered, knowing better than to speak back at this point.

"You have a whole list of chores to do." Petunia Dursley said to him in a no-nonsense tone. "Your Uncle and I are taking Duddy out and we want everything perfect for when we get back."

On hearing that, Harry bit back another groan.

"You want to say something?" Petunia asked a bit icily.

Harry shook his head.

Dudley's birthday, how could he have forgotten? That overweight cousin of his has only been bragging about it every minute for the last month or so.

'Maybe he'll have a heart attack from all the movement today.' Harry thought before shaking his head wondering where that thought came from as that was a bit dark.

Hearing loud footsteps coming his way, Harry barely had time to move when another boy his age shoved him back into the cupboard with a grin on his fat face, looking very much like a pig in a blonde wig.

'Huh he ran.' Harry only thought that while pushing himself up. 'I'm actually impressed.'

Dudley hated exercising, no he despised it as evidence pointed towards his weight, unless it involved punching someone.

His favorite punching target just happened to be Harry himself.

Harry sighed and walked back out of the cupboard, taking time to push his bangs down on his lightning bolt scar.

"Comb your hair." Harry heard a voice bark as soon as he entered the room to see a man who looked like an older version of Dudley, with more weight added.

'Morning to you too, Uncle Vernon.' Harry thought turning on the stove to cook the eggs and bacon, while looking at the thirty-seven presents on the table that Dudley received for his birthday.

Harry tried not to watch as Dudley tore into his presents, but it was hard not to feel some jealousy at the great gifts his cousin got while he just got hand-me downs or socks and a clothes hanger for his birthday, if they even remember it.

"Don't burn the bacon!" Vernon snapped making Harry jump and he quickly took the pan off the stove, nearly crying out when the grease burned his arm. "Careful, if you drop that you have to clean it up."

Harry resisted the urge to glare at the man, instead he just opted for imagining the man getting hit by the grease instead of him before he blinked again.

Man he was really being dark today.

An hour later, Harry was in the back gardens weeding while the Dursley's were gone, heading towards the Amusement Park after Vernon gave a warning that if anything remotely interesting happened, one that would make the neighbor's talk, he would be sorry.

'If I hurry up, I might be able to watch what I want on the television, or have a go at Dudley's computer.' Harry told himself, wanting to have a little fun after he was done-.

The garden exploded as a small, spiky platform shot up, the sudden appearance, sent Harry on his back a foot or two away from it with a startled yelp while he sat up with an astonished look, wondering what just happened.

"I just know Uncle Vernon is going to blame me for this." Harry muttered at seeing this, his plan to have fun practically shot before some brown creatures popped out with laughs, making his jaw drop a bit.

What was going on?
Their laughter stopped when they saw him and for a fearful moment, Harry tensed up, ready to run in case they went to attack him.

"Master!" One of them said in a joyful tone, the three were now bowing to him.

Needles to say, Harry was extremely confused by this turn of events and that was before a fourth creature appeared, this one with grey skin who looked a bit puzzled at seeing him. "This is our new Overlord?" He questioned stroking his goatee. "A little on the short side isn't he?"

'Overlord?' Harry thought not sure what to think at that.

"Oh well, beggars can't be choosers." Gnarl gave a shrug, not caring anymore, especially when he looked closer and realized that this young sir looked like a younger version of Lord Gromgard, he'll have to look into that. "Tis good to see you Master, we've been searching for you for a very long time."

"W-What are you talking about?" Harry asked a bit fearfully while being glad that the fence was hiding what was going on so the neighbors weren't able to see this.

Gnarl gave a frown at the stuttering and made a mental note to work on that if this was going to be their new Overlord. "I see you need a bit of an explanation sire, but first what is your name?"

"Uh Harry Potter?" Harry answered now realizing that these guys may be weird but they seem to mean him no harm-if the way the three others were bowing to him was any indication, so he pushed himself up. "Excuse me, but can I ask why you're here calling me Master, sir?"

Gnarl flinched as if he was slapped at both the manners and being called sir although Harry assumed it was because he asked a question, something that he was taught not to do by the Dursley's. "Tis worse than I thought," He muttered turning away to pace. "We really have our work cut out for us."

Shaking his head, Gnarl looked at him.

"There's no need to call any of us sir or to be polite to us Master, you are our Overlord after all," Gnarl explained before giving a bow. "Ah but I'm getting ahead of myself, I am Gnarl, Minion Master and Devoted Servant to Darkness."

Harry had to admit that just made more questions than answers and while he was a bit uneasy about this whole thing-especially the last part, he had to ask. "You said you were searching for me?"

"Yes for too long we've been without an Overlord, we just about gave up hope before we found you sire," Gnarl said before grimacing when he looked around the area they were at. "Ugh, how can you stand this verdant, lush abomination? Seriously, it's making my feet itch just being here."

Harry really didn't know what to say about that before his eyes widened. "Look you need to go, I have chores to do-."

"Chores?!" Gnarl looked at him like he was crazy before seeing the dirt, burn marks and blisters on his hands the sight made him give a snarl. "Who dares use the Overlord as a mere servant?!"

Instead of waiting for Harry to answer, Gnarl looked at Giblet.

"Give him the Gauntlet, it's time to show these peasants what happens when you mess with the Overlord."

Giblet grinned and pulled a metal gauntlet and handed it to Harry who hesitantly took it. "For you."

"Uh thanks?" Harry tried seeing them looking at him expectantly showing that they wanted him to put it on despite the fact that it seemed to be bigger than his whole arm.

So he decided to humor them and placed the Gauntlet on only for a gem on it to glow yellow and the Gauntlet shrunk to fit his arm a lot better, leaving the Minions to cheer.

"H-How?" Harry looked at the Gauntlet in shock considering it was bigger than him a second ago.

"Magic has many uses sire," Gnarl began only to frown when Harry flinch at the 'M-Word' as he called it. "Sire?"

"There's no such thing as magic." Harry muttered on instinct.

"Another thing we'll have to work on," Gnarl sighed before getting to the finer points of the Gauntlet deciding deciding that he'll save the explanations until they were back in the Overlord's domain. "This bonds the Minions to you and will until we can find the Tower Heart once more, but for now you can control up to five Minions at once without the Heart, although we currently only have three until we can find the Brown Minion Hive."

Harry had a confused look at the explanation before Gnarl snapped his fingers.

"Minions are your own personal soldiers sire, feel free to use them how you wish." Gnarl looked around with a frown. "Not much for them to fight and kill here, but for now have them break down the door to the house."

Harry felt his eyes widen at the idea, knowing that he would be in a lot of trouble if the Dursley's come home to that mess-.

"Come on Master, the sooner we do this the sooner we can head home to your new dark domain." Gnarl said surprising Harry before he allowed a small smile.

A new home? Away from the Dursleys?

That was something Harry thought would never happen.

He went to give a vocal order, but then something weird happened.

The Gauntlet glowed when he pointed and the three Minions rushed to the door, breaking it down in a matter of seconds while crashes could be heard inside.

"You'll have to forgive their excitement Lord, they're really happy to finally have an Overlord again," Gnarl said walking forward with Harry following, giving a confused look when he saw one of the Minions wield a ladle as a weapon and wearing a pan for a helmet, the sight making Gnarl place a hand on his face in slight embarrassment. "Minions are able to use any item they find as weapons and armor which can either be very effective or *groan* extremely useless."

"Okay?" Harry asked not sure what to say while they ransacked just about everything, even Dudley's new presents that were left for him on the table.

"Alright go ahead and call them back." Gnarl said when they practically destroyed the kitchen and living room.

With a raised brow, Harry lifted his arm and focused, remembering how they shot off without a word and just as he thought they came back, one of them wearing what looked to be Dudley's trousers on his head for some odd reason.

"Ah it warms my cold, black heart to see them ripping the place apart." Gnarl said with a chuckle. "Do you wish to tear the place apart further sire or head to your new domain?"

Harry blinked at the question before giving it some thought.

It would be more than the Dursley's deserve if he didn't tear this place apart, but he really wants to know just what was going on here, especially with everything this 'Gnarl' has been saying.

"I'd like to go to the Domain," Harry said, not missing how the three Brown Minions looked a bit saddened by the idea but they brightened up quickly. "Just let me get some things from my room."

"Very well Sire, once you get what you need we'll use the portal that brought us here to head back, might as well seal it too so no one can invade us," Gnarl mused that last part silently, while watching Harry head toward the stairs. "We are quite vulnerable in your current state after all."

Now the Minion Master was thinking that Harry would go up the stairs so imagine his surprise when Harry opened the cupboard and he saw a small mattress in there causing for his eyes to widen before they narrowed at the thought of the treatment of their Overlord.

"This does explain a few things though," Gnarl muttered while Harry just grabbed his school bag that he placed some stuff in. "This boy needs a proper evil upbringing to fix the damage done. Far too polite and submissive for his own good."

And that kind of combination could get him killed quite easily.

"Alright, I'm ready to go si-er Gnarl." Harry said catching himself in time as he remembered how Gnarl reacted to being called sir.

'It's a start.' Gnarl decided and lead Harry to the portal.

"Step on here Sire and you'll see your new Domain," Gnarl said leaving Harry to give a nod, following the order but as he disappeared, some sparks coming off of him in the process, Gnarl whirled around to the other Minions. "Destroy this place and pillage any valuables to bring back to the Domain, these peasants will suffer for what they've done to our Overlord."

"For the Master!" The Minions cheered as they got to work while Gnarl stepped on the portal to head back, making a note to find something to pummel to get his spirits back up.

Harry blinked when he ended up in some cavernous place that looked like it was on its last legs, with piles of debris everywhere and rats running around.

The only light he could see were from the torches that gave a faint glow.

This kind of creeped him out-.

"Hello Overlord sir!" A fifth Minion popped out of nowhere, hanging upside down in his face, eliciting a surprised cry from Harry while he fell over. "Quite jumpy aren't you?"

Quaver gave a chuckle while Harry looked at him in surprise.

"I feel a song coming to commemorate this event," Quaver began to hop around, the hat and staff he had were ringing due to the bells. "For too long we have been left to the rats, now our new Master shall make the world go splat."

That was what Gnarl came back to, making him groan. "Quaver quit bothering the Master," He ordered making the Jester give a chuckle before looking at the obviously confused Harry. "Apologies sire, nothing we do can shut him up, believe me we've tried."

"Um it's fine, I actually liked that." Harry lied not wanting any trouble, but that made Quaver brighten up.

"See? See? Somebody likes my songs," Quaver gloated to Gnarl who rolled his eyes and pushed him away without looking. "Oof."

"Right, now welcome to your new domain my Lord." Gnarl said with Harry looking around. "It's a bit on the cavernous side but give it a few dark deeds with artifacts and riches to match-maybe a Mistress or two and you'll truly have a domain worthy of your name."

"Right." Harry sounded very unsure about this, but he wasn't complaining about the place or the inhabitants.

Not only was this bigger than his cupboard, but these guys were treating him better than anyone has his whole life.

"I know it's not what you probably were expecting but due to the Great Cataclysm that destroyed our Dark Tower along with the Netherworld currently being occupied, we have to make due with this," Gnarl explained confusing Harry even more by what he was talking about. "Of course once your power grows we might be able to take both back given time."

"Powers?" Harry shook his head, at that. "Wait-wait-wait. What is going on? What do you mean? What's this Overlord deal?!"

Gnarl sighed, shaking his head at the questions. "Right, sometimes I get ahead of myself, it seems you'll need a little history lesson before we start your Overlording duties sire," He said before snapping his fingers. "But first let's go to your Throne Room."

Harry gave a blank stare. "I have a throne?"

Harry stared at the huge cavern with a stone throne carved at the end, a few pillows on it for comfort while he followed Gnarl. Quaver doing cartwheels behind him.

"Best make yourself comfortable sire, this is a very long story," Gnarl explained, gesturing for Harry to sit on the throne. "Although I'll shorten it enough for you to understand without confusing you further."

Harry gave a nod while Gnarl stood in front of him.

"Alright, I've told you that I am the Minion Master but now let me explain to you about Minionkind, we are the servants and warriors of the Overlord, created many years ago by the Black Baron-who you can say was the first Overlord in all but name," Gnarl had a far-off look in his eyes. "We were designed for very menial tasks, me being the Minion Master for example followed by Giblet, he was the Minion who gave you your Gauntlet and is the Forge Master, do you understand so far?"

"Yes." Harry looked pretty interested in this story.

"Good-good." Gnarl continued from there. "Now there are up to four different kind of Minions each with their own strengths and weaknesses-we'll get into that later. Now almost every Minion except for a select few are created from the will of the current Overlord, thus making them obedient to you alone."

"They're created from me?" Harry asked in surprise, now looking at the Gauntlet intently.

Did that make them his family?

"Very much so sire, however until we can get the Hives back you'll be unable to create any Minions so you'll have to be careful." Gnarl warned him, making sure that Harry was listening. "Luckily the five of us are very resourceful and durable, even more so due to our age, so we'll last for quite a bit."

"Hives?"

"The birthplace of Minions and where they live when they aren't out there with you." Gnarl explained to him. "We lost all four of them when the Netherworld was invaded by Trigon the Terrible-I'll get to who he is later so don't worry. Now the four Minion hives are scattered throughout the world along with the Artifacts that both the Tower and the Netherworld had. Artifacts that are rightfully yours."

Gnarl then snapped his fingers to have the three brown Minions who just came back scamper off with Quaver and pretty soon they came back with four portraits before Quaver ran off to fetch a fifth one.

"Now for the Overlords, but I'll only explain the five who have truly made an impact." Gnarl said the first one being carried by Giblet. "The Baron wasn't only our creator but he has made many feats in the field of magic from spells to impenetrable armor to the Tower Heart which allowed for him to teleport to any place of his own choosing, provided he's seen it once. He conquered the land around him and brought all of the surrounding villages under his rule, they liked him pretty well despite the hostile takeover."

Harry looked confused while a bit horrified.

"While the Baron was very vicious to his enemies-ooh how I miss that, he was protective of his kingdom and protected them, in fact while he was the 'shamed' name of the Gromgard family, he was the most successful and revered one," Gnarl sighed. "Sadly he spent so much time tinkering and creating artifacts to bind to his will that he never made an heir to inherit his creations, so he spied on his brother's family to choose the youngest of three to become the Overlord and our second master."

By that point, Giblet approached with the portrait showing a hooded figure in armor.

"Lord Gromgard was sixteen when he received the Gauntlet-a contingency by the Baron for when his family sealed away his creations upon his death to never be seen again-."

"Why?" Harry asked engrossed with the story while hiding some fear at seeing the portraits of the Overlords who look a lot more impressive then he does. "If he was so successful wouldn't his family like him?"

"His family was jealous of him sire and since they couldn't control us they locked us away, now when Lord Gromgard was about to become the Overlord things for the Kingdom wasn't good due to how the Elves, Dwarves and Halflings ransacked everything leaving for his father to go out in search of riches and a new wife-mind you he failed terribly before attempting do so again leaving his kingdom in the care of his three children, although the two older children hated Lord Gromgard and made it well known that they wished for him to die."

Harry went quiet at hearing that feeling some sympathy for Gromgard due to how the Dursley's treated him the exact same all his life.

"Lord Gromgard was by himself as his brother left to live with the Elves and the sister went for the Dwarves thereby abandoning their Kingdom." Gnarl spat at the mention of the two. "Upon gaining the Gauntlet, the young Master found the room where we were hidden, found the Tower Heart, showed no mercy to the Halflings that dared attacked him, murdered the Wolf Queen who had been devouring the children in the neighboring town disguised as a girl who called herself Red Riding Hood, stopped a witch who had one of the Minion Hives while she had been forcing children to give her teeth to sell to the Tooth Fairy and finally the stroke of brilliance defeated the Dwarf and Elf leaders, framing each other for the defeat to start a war between the two races, one that would last for generations while his siblings were caught up with it."

Gnarl looked practically giddy by the end while Harry could scarcely believe what he was hearing.

Red Riding Hood was real and a wolf? So was the Tooth Fairy? Halflings, Elves and Dwarves were real?

And while he was still fearful of what the Overlords before him have done he will admit this Gromgard had very good reasons because he was treated just like him and he basically got back at everyone.

Just like how Harry wished he could-.

'I can.' Harry realized now looking at his Gauntlet. 'I have the exact same power that Gromgard gained.'

Harry didn't know if he could be evil though-in fact he was a little certain that these guys messed up and got the wrong person, but does one have to be evil to get back at the people who caused him so much grief?

"Eventually the two siblings grew tired of the war and came back to the Kingdom, thinking that they would become the new ruler," Gnarl laughed at the audacity of that, regaining Harry's attention. "What they got instead was seeing their younger brother who grew in power and might over the years, they became slaves while he continued the Baron's work of protecting his kingdom-."

"Hold on you said that they protected their Kingdoms?" Harry asked to be sure with a confused look when Gnarl gave a nod. "But you said you were a Servant of Darkness."

"Dark generally doesn't mean evil-not that we aren't because we can be but the Baron created us to serve him and any who would be our master-we didn't start out evil we just choose to be," Gnarl explained to him with a shrug. "Besides we're honest about it unlike those hypocrites who claim to be light and pure."

"I-I see." Harry said not sure how to take this, but he wanted to hear more of this story.

"After Gromgard I've seen many master's fall before they became Overlord's and eventually one came in the form of the true second Overlord-never got a name from him as his past was a mystery to himself but he was pure evil," Gnarl shuddered in enjoyment, no doubt remembering every little detail of that Overlord. "So evil that it took eight 'Heroes' teaming up to finally end him and he still survived."

Seeing as how he spat out 'Heroes' Harry figured that he shouldn't mention that word around Gnarl.

"Not even when the Eighth hero tackled the Second Overlord off of the Tower, an act that should've killed them both but the hero survived-abandoned by his comrades who looted the Tower and well, we needed an Overlord," Gnarl grinned impishly, giving Harry an idea on who the third Overlord was, especially when the third Portrait was pulled forward showing a figure that looked like he was that Sauron character from one of those movies Harry managed to sneak into. "After many years of slumber for his injuries to heal and for the land to get calm for the new reign of terror, we woke him up and showed him the ropes, although he was still a bit of a 'Hero' despite our best efforts."

Gnarl then walked past the portrait with a grin.

"Now this Overlord got revenge on his friends who have fallen to the deadly seven sins over his slumber. He stuck Melvin Underbelly like the fat pig of a Halfling he was, placed Oberon Greenhorn into an unending sleep, slayed the disgraced Sir William the Black, overran Goldo Golderson and stealing his wealth, outwitted Jewel the Thief and outclassed Khan the Warrior," Gnarl held his fists up at the thoughts of those corrupted heroes. "Not knowing he was doing the bidding of the second Overlord who took over the body of the Wizard in his last moments, enticing a battle of the ages between the two for dominance, one that the former 'Hero' won by slaying the Wizard once and for all. Oddly enough people celebrated him as a better Hero than the supposed group he killed."

Harry didn't care about that, he was very absorbed in the story-no doubt knowing that Gnarl didn't tell him everything but he was learning a form of history that he found truly interesting, especially with the supposed myths being real.

"Unfortunately he got trapped in the Infernal Abyss-or as the modern world calls it 'Hell' and ended up taking over, I think he's trapped there to this day." Gnarl commented making Harry stare in disbelief that one of the Overlords before him is technically the devil from how he's hearing this. "And with him gone, we needed one and as luck would have it one his Mistress Rose who was ironically the daughter of the second Overlord was pregnant with his child."

Gnarl snapped his fingers and the final portrait was pulled up showing the fourth Overlord.

"Sadly a power-hungry Elf decided to try and steal the power of the Tower Heart, causing the Great Cataclysm that destroyed the Dark Tower and caused a call of extermination to any and all Magical Creatures the end result being the Magical World going into hiding, Mistress Rose escaping and leaving her child in the town of Nordberg to keep him safe only for him to be tormented by the local populace for most of his life."

At that, Harry felt pity for most of the Overlords before him.

None of them seemed to be born evil or dark-they were forced to become so in order to survive. It was pretty easy to see why Gnarl calls these 'light's' hypocrites from what he's heard.

"In fact they called him Witch-Boy because the Cataclysm actually allowed for him to have a better control of Magic than anyone in his family-he actually grew to enjoy that name and have it spoken in fear later on," Gnarl mused, stroking his goatee once more. "Only one person actually stood up for him and that child later became his first mistress but I'll get into that later. Nordberg was then attacked by the growing Empire that was beginning to appear after the Cataclysm due to them eradicating all magical beings-including the Witch Boy who the town threw to the Empire to die. We helped him get out-although there was a Yeti involved for some odd reason."

"What happened then?" Harry asked like a little kid earning a look from Gnarl who had to remind himself that their new Overlord was nine at the moment.

'Times like this I remember why we usually wait until our Masters are in their late teens before finding them.' Gnarl thought getting back to the story.

"We brought him to the Netherworld where we made our home and trained him to use his magic and how to become the Overlord," Gnarl then gave a dark chuckle. "And much like the second Overlord this one truly lashed out for the pain they caused him either destroying or dominating everything underneath his thumb and unlike his father he had three Mistresses."

Harry blinked at the weird face Gnarl seemed to be making as he wasn't sure what a 'Mistress' was. "Uh Gnarl?"

That snapped the Minion Master out of his perverted thoughts. "Right, right anyways he laid waste to the Empire and restored the Tower Heart-although he was forced to destroy it once more to finish the Empire," Gnarl looked a bit sad by that. "After him we never did find a replacement Overlord."

Gnarl then turned right at Harry.

"In fact we were beginning to lose hope of ever finding an Overlord until the heart pulsed once more-the first time since it was destroyed and the trail lead us right to you sire." Gnarl said finishing his tale while Harry just sat in the throne.

"But I'm not evil," Harry began before he hastily corrected himself. "I'm not even dark, don't you think this Tower Heart made a mistake?"

Gnarl just chuckled at what he said. "There's no mistake sire you're the new Overlord, maybe not the most ideal one at the moment but the Heart chose you," He explained gesturing towards the Gauntlet. "As for you not being dark there will be time to fix that eventually."

Harry wasn't sure if he liked the sound of that when Gnarl sighed.

"I think you should get some rest as I work to locate the Brown Minion Hive and the Tower Heart along with a few of our objects, there's a lot of work to do if we're going to expand your Dark Domain." Gnarl looked towards the other Minions. "Show the master to his Private Quarters."

While the Minions led Harry out of the Throne Room with a lot of excitement, Gnarl stroked his beard in thought. "Gnarl?" Quaver looked at him curiously not following the other Minions.

"He's the spitting image of Lord Gromgard at that age," Gnarl mused surprising Quaver.

"Do you think he's a descendant?" Quaver asked curiously earning a grunt from Gnarl.

"Perhaps, we'll know for sure when the Tower Heart is brought back." Gnarl decided looking at Quaver. "Do us a favor and locate the Brown Minion Hive while I look for the tower, once we have both we can truly start to expand the new Master's Dark Domain."

To Be Continued…

Bet you're surprised to see this backup and running? I decided to give this story another try, a lot of it has stayed the same despite some spelling and grammar-although I'm pretty sure the latter is a work in progress, I plan to change a few things as well and add a bit more in later chapters, I'm sorry for taking this story off as it was one of the first three I had.

Oh and the poll for the Mistress has been done for a bit but I'll introduce her to the story much later on.

Also Harry will use more than just his daggers, in fact he might gain powerful weapons and artifacts much like Link or Kratos did in their respective games, just to add to his abilities.