The Rise of the Overlord

By Silverscale

Warning! Mature! Violence! Swearing! Sexuality! Brutality! Harem! Unimaginable Horrors! Self Insertion! The Non-Perverted Type You Sickos!

Now that the ranting is over I will speak seriously. I have been very busy in real life, but I brought Overlord 2 recently and it is an awesome game and I couldn't help but get inspired by it. I will be making an update to The Overlord of the Dark Realm as soon as possible, but it might take a while as I have lost inspiration with the recent death of my grandmother and my dog. :(

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT MY SOUL!!! Oh wait...I sold it on E-Bay, hehe, stupid cultist sucker.

Chapter One: The Young Boy.

A small figure was moving through the thick snow of the frozen forest just outside the walls of Nordberg, the figure was tiny, not even big enough to reach the hips of a grown man, and yet there was something about the figure that held a vile power in it. The little figure soon came out of the snow and revealed itself to be a young boy dressed in thick fur clothes, making him look like a small bear cub, his face was covered by a strange mask and thick spiky silver hair tied in a short braid made it impossible to see his face.

But one thing was certain, the silvery scale covered hands, with no gloves on, with sharp claw nails on the fingertips, gleaming with the blood of a wild animal, showed that this was no human child. The small boy cleaned his clawed hands in the thick white snow before putting on thick fluffy gloves, covering his claw like nails. He then moved back into the forest and came out dragging a big wild boar, its body blown apart from the inside, liquefying the organ and bones, leaving just a husk of meat and skin.

Dragging his kill to his small camp on a hill next to the main road leading into the town through the main gate. The camp was nothing more then a crude tent made from rags and a small camp firer, the only things that the boy owned in the world. Piercing the boar on a big wooden pole the young boy hung the boar in the open air and cut off some of the meat with a knife in his belt and ate the raw meat, human like, but sharp, teeth glittering in the dark night sky as they ripped apart pieces of raw bloody flesh and chewed on them until the red matter was swallowed.

He then turned his head as he heard several high pitched voices from the bushes at the edge of the forest by his small camp.

"Ooooooh!"

"Meat!"

"Tasty meat!"

"Gobby want meat!"

"Boy share meat?"

Child sized brown skinned goblin like creatures came out of the thick bushes, armed with wooden clubs, their glowing yellow eyes eying the meat excitedly while licking their lips in hunger, showing their sharp teeth.

Not even speaking the young boy ripped off a big chunk of meat and chewed on it before scooting over and the small gremlins took it as an okay and swarmed to the rat meat and began to chow it down like mad wolves while the young lad chewed on his own chunk of meat. Soon there were five happily filled creatures patting their full stomaches. "Mmmm good meat!"

The young boy remained silent and stood up from his seat and moved down the path towards the town, the gate guard glared at him but let him past, the five creatures eyed the boy curiously, he had not been afraid of them ,he had even fed them and not to mention there was something about him that drew them to him. They sneaked past the guard by throwing a snow ball at him and sneak behind him as he jerked his hand into the air shouting about stupid brats.

Following the young boy through the snow covered town the creatures saw the adults and children glare at him and heard angry mutters from the local gossip women.

"I can't believe they let that thing into the town!"

"He's not natural!"

"I cannot remember seeing his face but I do remember those claws of his!"

"He's clearly not human!"

"At least not pure human!"

"Indeed!"

"I cannot imagine why the mayor would allow that freak to stay in the city!"

"The little monster must have bewitched him!"

Moving to the more secluded areas of the town the small boy was insulted by the children while they threw snowballs at him, which he swiftly dodge with incredible dexterity. The creatures followed the young child until they reached the mines of the town where the young boy sat down on a stump and watched the cheerful Midwinters Eve Festival at the town square, a sad look in his red eyes. He then noticed the goblin like creatures coming out of the bushes and they were practically giddy with happiness and bowed to him.

"Boy be new Master!"

"Minions follow boy!"

"Take revenge on village with boy!"

The boy remained silent before he nodded and watched as one of the... minions. Go forward with a wood club and handed it to him. When his hand gripped the crude weapon the lad felt a rush of energy in himself he had not felt very often. Standing up he moved towards a set of big snowmen, avoiding the snowballs from the kids, who were also insulting the five minions following him. Rearing his club back the young boy smashed the snowmen and sent down huge balls of snow at the kids and they ran screaming towards the big snow forth they had built and sighed in relief as the snow balls smashed against the sturdy snow walls.

But one of the children stayed behind, a pretty young girl with flame red hair, she smiled at the kid and spoke up while taking the hand of the surprised creature.

"Come on witchboy! Let us teach those jerks a lesson!" The minions followed the pair eagerly and the girl pointed at some fire works. "If we can light up the fireworks we can give those brats a good scare!" She said with a smirk, and the young boy nodded but then swept his hand and the minions stood ready and he pointed at a thin archway of logs and snowy paths leading to the snow fort. The minions screamed their war cries and rushed through the thin path and soon came clubbing against the kids, kicking them off the fort, making them run screaming.

"Oh! Well that works too I guess." The young girl stated with a grin but then watch in amazement, along with the gaping minions, as the young boy raised his right hand and fired a bolt of lightning into the ignition cord of the firework and it was sent flying with a screech and blew up the fort's gate.

BOOOOOOOOOOM!

Cheering the minions followed the young creature as he dragged the stunned girl with him as they ran after the bullies until they reached their secret house, where the young lad had the minions steal the kids' clothes, leaving them naked in their fort. "I see! Clever! Let's get into the Town Square! The part is about to start!" The group of seven ran down the village and the townsfolk sneered at the sight of the witch boy with six friends, wondering how the kids could even stand being near him.

"Yahoooooooooo!" What happened at the square could only be described as a wild party, the minions mingled with the partying people and caused pranks, havoc and mayhem, in more humiliating then hurting ways. While the young boy danced with the pretty red head, moving through the crowd before sneaking past the adults and up to the firework ramp, there the young boy ignited the big fireworks and the two returned to the crowd, so nobody would notice their absent. What happened next was total chaos as rockets and fire crackers exploded into a shower of fire, sparks and explosives, people were running in terror and it went even more so when one single rocket hit the Midwinter's Eve Tree and put it aflame.

KABOOM!!!

But that explosion had not been part of the firework, no it came from the town gates, there were more screams and suddenly boulders began to rain from the sky, villagers ran about, screaming about the empire attacking, and the militia were called to the walls. "Come! Let's see what's happening!" The young girl shouted as she dragged him towards the walls, the five minions swiftly followed.

As they reached the top of the wall they saw one of the village elders shout out to the "Why are you attacking us? We are simple townsfolk, we hold nothing of value nor do we have a grudge against the mighty Empire!"

The fat general in his golden armor who stood next to a fat man in white silk robes, in roman/greek style, shouted out in a disgusted voice, as if it was disturbing to just talk with the dirty commoners. "Silence peasant you are in the presence of your new governor, Borius Blorbbimus! We know that you have magic users in your town! The Sentinels do not lie! You are clearly harboring magical creatures in your city! Give them to us and we will not destroy you and your town!" Two large hooded men with strange machines and staffs stood with glowing eyes on the mountain top.

"Well... maybe we have one." The man then turned towards the 'witch boy' and moved to take hold of him when the boy grasped his arm and the man screamed in pain as the boy twisted his arm off its socket, dislocating his shoulder with a movement of his wrist. Stunned the empire watched in horror as the boy grasped the screaming man's skull and ripped it off his head. Grasping the headless corpse the boy let magic flow and the threw it into the air, the corpse twisted madly with magic before it exploded into sharp shards of solid blood, flesh and bone, piercing archers, soldiers and officers alike, the magical projectiles unforgiving to armor and flesh alike.

The boy held the skull of the man he had killed and looked at the shocked girl ,but she didn't look frightened, a soft look appeared in the glowing eyes and the boy reached into his hood and pulled out a necklace made out of a simple leather string with a blue gem and two wolf teeth. The girl accepted the gift and smiled at the boy as he suddenly leaped up on the edge of the wall and held out the skull and pointed it at the general and the governor. Both of the fat men screamed as the skull opened and screeched, he flesh of the skull rotting before turning into black ashes, leaving a blank white skull while the ash turned into a thick black cloud shaped like a swarm of skeletons, seemingly alive they black skeleton spirits flew upon the general and the governor.

The screams brought horror to not only the empire but their sentinels as well as they reared back at the foul sight. Screaming, crying, howling and wailing in pure agony the two fat men grasped their own arms and stomachs, their flesh and skin bubbling about as if worms were inside their bodies. The general tried to scream for help from the sentinels but then black and red flesh like forms erupted from his mouth and he fell down, nothing but bone and skin, the fifty something worms digging their way into the earth.

But the governor wasn't as fortunate, his body tore itself apart, parts exploding into black musk and he let out one last wail of agony before his rotten flesh became alive and drew itself off his body. Tissues tearing, muscles rotting, blood decaying, organs withering, leaving but clean bones as they slowly slithered off the still living man, taking the shape of a single large black worm that dug down into the earth, the man dying slowly, his soul still bond to his skeleton until the very last moment.

Chaos was the thing this could be described as, the soldiers panicked, siege equipment was abandoned, the sentinels ran away from their sensor towers in fright and nobody did anything to stop the boy as he jumped down from the wall and walked calmly through the panicking forces, his club cracking kneecaps and smashing balls as he walked through, felling men three times his size.

"Over here!"

"Come master!"

With their guiding cries and jerking hands from the shadows of the trees and the bushes the minions helped him through. Within moments had the young lad escaped from the town and gotten past the panicking soldiers. Moving along an archway he could see cages, soldiers and an ice covered lake down bellow, along with several soldiers. Reaching the end of the path there was a blockade to the road down to the lake, but the solution came as the young boy moved over to the catapult left by the panicking soldiers. And before the soldiers and their officers knew what hit them rained rocks down upon them, crushing their formations and bodies, leaving bloody smears on the snow covered ground.

The gremlin like minions shifted the gears, pulled levers and adjusted the aiming as their young master's wordless orders and hand signs told them what to do, ropes tensed and soon the great catapult's sling was pulled back, slowly, slowly and then it let loose its first of the coming barrage of rocks.

The first rock went whistling into the air and crushed a row of thirty swordsmen, their broken bodies sprawling down on the road, their bloods coloring the pure white frost in the most true color of red there is. Then a second rock crushed the second catapult, making it crumble like a card house, crushing both the catapult crew and the two squads of soldiers guarding it. A third and a forth made like a bowling ball and smashed through the soldiers.

This repeated until there was only a few stragglers remaining and then the catapult turned a total 180 degrees and the young boy took aim at the squad of soldiers guarding the blockade and with one precise strike smashed through them and the barricade. Getting off the catapult the young boy marched through the snowy path, the mountain wall to the right and the cliff to the left giving the remaining soldiers little space to flee through as his minions tore them apart.

Moving to the right as he spotted a group of soldiers in formation up ahead he came to a small valley used as a storage room by the soldiers, in there was supplies and a big collection of cages, big wild wolves struggling inside of them. When the young boy approached with his troops of brown underlings the wolves seemed to like the brown gremlins, and not in the food category, more like an equal. They shared the same amber eyes of wild lust for blood and flesh, it could be seen and the two different beings were so alike in spirit, that they accepted each other.

Sending over his minions the wolves were soon freed and happily licking the browns and their master, acting like obedient puppies. But one of the wolves were different, it looked more like a wolf puppy around the size of a bear cub, big and strong, yet young, and it was pitch black and its eyes glowing red, this was clearly some sort of magical wolf and it seemed to liked the boy who had freed it and its brethren and happily licked his clothe covered face as the boy began to pet the large wolf before climbing up on it, holding the fur as reins to not fall off. Using his newly mounted minions and his own mount the young boy rode through the formations of soldiers, killing all in sight, the force of the rushing wolf riders sending the men flying into the air, the wolves happily munching on man flesh as they tore apart the foolish men, even leaping over great distances to take down the archers hiding on top of their towers and cliffs.

Along the way down to the lake they freed more wolves, and within moments were all the brown minions mounted on wolf mounts. They were at the shore of the lake now, but couldn't move further ahead as the path was blocked, so they moved around to see if there was another way to the lake , only to stumble upon a big messy storage area at the edge of the cliff by the lake used by the Empire, filled with treasure chests and barrels, the minions were almost too willing to pillage the treasures. Soon they came upon a big creature locked in a big cage, it was as big as an ogre, pale skinned, body like a gorilla with patches of white and blue fur, one eye and one horn, a yeti, or snowman, a creature of the snowy mountains.

The creature looked down right pathetic in his cage and was pouting and whimpering for the minions and their master to free him, almost feeling sick at the sight of the strong but pathetic creature the young master ordered his minions and they tore apart the cage, the yeti happily jumped up and down, causing the ground to shake, and then moved like a gorilla, moving on all four by using his knuckles as front feet, down the path and smashed the blockades apart and happily tore apart the soldiers who had captured him. Soon the wolf riders followed and blood rained down up on the ice and then the victorious minions, the roaring yeti and the young boy, had taken the only ship at the bay that was on the lake and they sailed off through black passages in the mountain river, the minions guiding their new master to secret paths and passages, the yeti smashing down blockades, trees and rocks until they reached a underground waterfall and rode down.

Howling with glee the minions and the yeti cheered while the young boy was thrown into the thick fat belly of the yeti by the G-force as their boat flew along the underground river like a roller coaster, while the wolves were hunching down, giving themselves as low gravity as possible, to not fall off, howling through the entire ride. The passages twisted, turned, went up, went down, went in spirals and more, and all the while the minions and the big yeti cheered at the excitement of the ride until they saw light ahead and suddenly they found themselves flying out into a underground lake and the poor boy found himself falling into the lake as the boat crashed into the ice cold water.

SPLASH!!!

Splash!

"MASTER BE SUNK!!!"

"OH NO!!!"

"SAVE MASTER BEFORE HE DUNK!!!"

"MOVE!!! MOVE!!!"

The minions panicked and rowed the boat over to where he young boy had landed and the yeti swiftly plunged down his hand and pulled up a solid frozen boy and the minions rode down the path until they reached a path of solid magma, leading down deep into the depth of the earth, the Netherworld. With the Yeti carrying their frozen master down the volcanic path the minions soon reached the upside down tower of the netherworld where they now lived and the future of their new master would start here.

TBC

A/N:… Hehehehe no I am not that cruel, we will go a little further before the chapter ends.

The young boy didn't know how long he was frozen, but he could hear the voices from the outside and he could see the minions moving about outside, one of them stuck his face against the ice and got his eye frozen to the ice, what a moron. A dark at the back dressed in rag like robes and a strange staff with a glowing rock tied to the top with a string was looking at him, speaking out loud while examination him, the yeti eating large bugs on a big rock in the background. The figure was around the size of a human and spoke with a woman's voice (1). "This? This is the new face of evil? He's a little short." The robed woman moved closer and then another minion came up and whispered to him and the robed woman seemed to... grin?

"Oh what's that? Commanded you? Gave you food? Sought revenge on children? Stole their clothes? Caused mayhem, chaos, AND minion mayhem and chaos? Ooooh! That is good news... What?! Used torturous ways of dark magic to kill a general and a governor of the empire?! Ohohohohohoho! This boy will make an excellent overlord! Fire up the dragon! That will get him out." The boy saw the minion rip off his own eye to get away as a big form in the background blew a massive flame upon his form and in an instance his body was free and he found himself looking around, curious at where he was.

"Well then boy, what is your name?"

Looking at the robed woman, she was very pretty but he couldn't see much more then her eyes or hints of lips and dark skin, not to mention the fact that she filled up those robes, very, very, very well, the boy's eyes glowed pure red, reptilian slits appearing in the dark cowl, and as the woman stared into the eyes and heard the boy speak in a slightly croaked voice, he didn't seem to speak often and being frozen solid didn't make it easier for his throat. "My...name...is...Drakkvalden....Silvernhidden...call...me...Silverscale..."(2)

"Hmmm old Norse sounding name, probably from the Frozen North beyond the Wastelands, most interesting, very well Master Silverscale, we have lots of things to prepare, come our training begins at once, cannot have our future Overlord be ignorant and weak now can we? Now come with me, my name is Jarla, your personal servant, trainer and advisor." The boy looked confused but nodded and followed the old minion to the deep chambers of the Netherworld, his training for his role of Overlord starting today, and it would be going on for many years until he once more reached the surface.

TBC (For real this time)

Author's Notes -

1 - Didn't see that one coming am I correct? *chuckles*

2 – Not my real name but it's not really important for the story.

Author's Note: I'd like some suggestions for minions, characters, buildings, creatures, mounts, enemies and the likes, the story won't follow the game's storyline to the dot, there will be more to it.