Little red was lost in the woods.

Wicked, Bad, Wrong, Immoral, Sinful, Foul, Vile, Dishonorable, Corrupt, Iniquitous, Depraved, Reprobate, Villainous, Nefarious, Vicious, Malicious…

All these words and they all mean the same thing. One of the driving forces in life that are needed for anything to existed, even if most would deny it and that very force was...

EVIL.

Ruler, King, Leader, Autocrat, Governor, Master, Mistress, Emperor, Shogun… Tyrant...

Those in power take up these Titles and many more, but none of them fit with the word evil more than...

OVERLORD!

Our story begins in the ruins of what was once a sublime castle that might have housed only the finest of nobles and hosted the grandest of feast that was the envy of the common folk. But those days have long past as this once great castle was now only a crumbling part of the inner working of a dark cave that had only bats and rats to call it their own.

Well… that wasn't the entire case for you see roaming these halls were a type of creature that would haunt children's dreams, and what they lacked in power… and mostly brain cells, they made up for with numbers and pure tenacity.

These dark creatures were known as Minions. Imp like creatures that were created for the sole purpose to serve their Overlord and spread evil to the farthest corners of the world.

But one minion stood out from the rest. Not just in his rare color or even for his high intelligence, but for his pure drive to have an Overlord sit on the throne and command the forces of evil, this Minion, who was the first and only adviser to the Overlord, was named Gnarl.

And speaking of the old devil, we find said Minion walking through the old halls of their new "home" with a grumble leaving his mouth as he made his way to his room.

"*grrr* stupid abandoned castle, stupid Browns, and stupid goodness messing everything up!" growled out the aged Minion as he entered his room, while also ignoring his less intelligent sibling's antics. After closing the door and walking towards his desk, where a journal was set out for him to write his thoughts down.

Picking up his griffon feather pin and dipping it in some ink, the aged Minion wrote down his thoughts.

Once upon a time, there was a master of all evil. He massacred his enemies and left their burns bodies in his wake. One day during his daily carnage he met a young maiden. her name was Kelda, a childhood friend. They, fell inBlurgh, Sorry just threw up in my mouth a bit, Love and he took her as his mistress.

Sigh Dear Mistress Kelda, I remember how she used to chase the browns and greens with her ax around the tower. Such dark times makes me so nostalgic. They spent some "Quality time" together and nine months later Kelda gave birth to a son.

Their son went on to marry the first winter maiden and they were very happy. Soon they had a child, a girl named Salem, but at the cost of the mistress's life. it was a sad day in the tower, master locked himself away for days and us minions had nothing to do. I had actually started trying to teach the browns to read to alleviate the boredom.

Master eventually came back from his grief and began his reign of terror anew. he eventually met another woman who won his black heart. She became his new mistress and together they ruled the land with a firm and just fair hand.

But not everyone was in agreement over their rule. A clan of silver-eyed warriors rose up and fought back against our glorious master and his hoard of Evil! The war lasted for years, nearly obliterating both sides. The bloodline of the Overlord was nearly wiped out, but fate had other plans for my master's line.

One of our master's descendants, Feh! if you can call that poor excuse for a pig's arse one of his line a descendant, The cowered ran and somehow managed to bed one of the enemy wenches. It would have been brilliant if it was intentional, of course, the insect had to be the one to save the masters bloodline, cruel irony it would seem.

And so the coward and his new wife and child fled, escaping the war and both sides ended up annihilating each other. The Dark Tower in ruins, the Dark domain our master ruled shattered. We minions left fled to the Nether realm, our ancestral home to survive and await a new Overlord's rise.

And so us minions were left without a master. We were like Fleas without a dog, Maggots without a Carcass, a wrack without limbs to pull. I, Gnarl, Minion Master sent out what was left of our forces to scour the land and search for any trace of the cowered and his offspring. Whether I liked it or not, he was the only survivor of our master's bloodline.

That was three hundred years ago, and I've been waiting here, in the dark, for some kind of sign. It's a pain in my boney arse is what it is. It's so damp and moldy in here my nose won't stop running. I'm all for a damp cave but Evil has Standards damn it! That and one can only kick browns into the lava pits for so long before the screams become boring, Sigh. The minions I've sent out are still looking for a new master, if there's one thing we minions are, it's loyal.

While the waiting is a pain, I've lived long enough to know that time flows like a river, and history repeats, one must only wait, watch and listen. I've recently gotten word from Grubby about a promising lead on our master's descendants whereabouts. I'll go see for myself, been down here so long I think I might be turning to stone.

The lead is promising though and as such, there is much work to be done and as has been proven time and time again... Evil always finds a way. MWAHAHA! GURGH kkuufh hurgh Damn damp is ruining my evil cackle, Gubben! You lazy sack of puss, fetch my tonic water!

Giving out a tired sigh, the old Minion Master sat down while he waited for his much-needed Tonic water.

"Let's just hope the Browns find us our new overlord soon," the Gnarl muttered as he looked up towards the ceiling. "Evil just isn't the same without our brand of chaos."

But unknown to the gray Minion, he was about to get his wish, but not in the way he had hoped. Because miles away on the surface of the lands, on a small island called Patch, the key to evil's salvation was currently sitting alone in the woods next to a wagon crying…

"*sniff* Y-yang? *hic* Uncle Qrow? Papa where are you?" cried out the 4-year-old child as she tried to hide in the oversized red hooded cloak that draped over her. Her silver eyes welled up with fresh tears as she wondered where her family was and why was she alone.

"*sniff* *hic* Mommy…" the silver-eyed child whimpered out as she curls up next to her wagon and silently sobbed. Hoping someone would come to save her. And her wish was about to be granted in the most… unlikely of ways.

Hiding in the woods, with their glowing yellow eyes shining in amusement, where a group of Brown Minions who all giggled and chuckled as they finally found their prize.

"Dis da one?" asked one of the Browns, who was wearing a wolf pest over his scrawny frame.

"Maybe, dis shmell like da boss," another brown muttered, this one wearing a pair of pants on its head and sewer plate was in its hands as a makeshift shield.

"Who cares? We should takes this little one backs home," grumbled another Brown, who wore a rusty helmet on his head and a chipped sword was held within it's clawed hands. "If tis the new boss then we get good snacks, and if not, we eats this one."

The other two minions giggled at the idea as the three soon crept towards the small child, who had just cried herself to sleep, and was now unaware of her fate at the hands of this creatures. And like many things that caught evils attention she was swept up and carried off to a destiny none saw or even planned for the young silver eyed girl, with the only thing left as proof that she was even there were her wagon and her red cloak that fell off when the Minions had grabbed her.

And while the Minions carried off with their prize, a young blond haired girl with lilac eyes came rushing into the clearing, covered in scrapes and bruises.

"RUBY!" she cried out. The new child looked around frantically until her eyes landed on the forgotten wagon.

"No..." the blond child whispered out, as tears built up in the corner of her eyes. "No, no no nonononoNO!"

The girl fell to her knees and started hitting the ground, all the while screaming no. she kept hitting it over and over again until her knuckles were bloodied and her eye's where now crimson red. But the anger soon turns into sadness and the fire in her burnt out, leaving only a cold hollow feeling in her chest.

"You can't be dead, I know it!" the little girl yelled to herself. Eyes burning with a strength that few knights ever had, and a determination that could move mountains. Wiping the tears from her face and getting up, the young blond looked to her bloody hand and clenched it into a fist.

"I'll find you, and NO ONE will keep me from doing it," the girl said as she picked up the red cloak and looked to the sky, the warm sun shining down on her. "No human, Faunus, Grimm, not even mom will stop me."

And as that promise was made, never knowing just how hard that promise will be, and the choices that she will have to make that will affect not only herself but the world as a whole.

For you see, even love and loyalty can be twisted for Evil's uses.

just a fun little idea that me and a friend named Gnarl worked on. hope you like it and when i have free time I'll work on this.