Domination Anew

Prologue

The Infernal Abyss didn't look so boring the first time he saw it. It held a tint of mistery to it and kept him at his toes, but now, being the ruler of the god forsaken dimension, it was as dull as the rock under his metal boot.

The exploder of Melvin Underbelly, Slayer of the Perverted Paladin, Wielder of Arcanium, The Overlord became the ruler of the Infernal Abyss and has been on the throne for a century now.

Time was of no relevance in the Abyss and thus the Overlord hasn't aged at all.

For several years it was pleasing to torture the Seven Heroes over and over again but it proved monotonus and repeating it would drive him insane.

He sometimes took a peek to see what is happening in his former domain. He was severely distraught as all the land he conquered was reduced to dust and turned into a magical wasteland by a foolish elf. He cursed his idiocity for letting the elven race live.

Along with faint nostalgia for his former domain, he missed Rose and Gnarl's witty comments. He laughed several times at Gnarl's comments as he guided his son through the various challenges the Glorious Empire put up in his way, he could only feel proud for such a son. But after that it pained him to watch as his son slowly aged and to see Rose pass away, while Gnarl looked all the same, a dedicated servant of Darkness. His son decided to prolong the line and concieved a child with Kelda, his childhood friend. He liked Kelda as he saw that she was the only one that really cared about his son and gladly gave his blessing, although they didn't really need one. Krin was the name of his grandchild, and a little scamp from the beggining. While he could watch his family live their lives, it hurt to not be a part of it and see them die of old age while he cannot. After that he refrained from looking back to his former home.

After countless and fruitless attempts in driving away the boredom, from watching wraiths fight to the death and using Wiliam as a golf club to playing bowling with Underbelly, he decided for one last attempt, he searched every nook and crany of his domain. Usually he would order the wraiths to search for something, but searching for it on his own atleast drove away the boredom, also he didn't even know what he was looking for in paticular. He knew the entire land like the back of his sword

It wasn't in vain. After finding the spot where the Dark Tower should be, instead of the tower he found some sort of a crypt. It didn't take him long to realize that it resembled the spot where he was found by Gnarl. Expecting to enter the Spawning Pit following the stairs down, instead he found a large chamber shrouded in mist. In the middle was a large basin full of black water, above it a circular skylight, letting in the red light from the crimson sky that was the weather of this hellish dimension. Despite the offered light, the basin stayed shrouded in eerie darkness, as if the light was too afraid to touch it. Into the chamber's walls were chiseled bookshelves which were filled with books to the brim.

His fingers laced across the spine of each book as he passed a full circle around the room. One in paticualr caught his attention. Its spine shined molten gold and was richly decorated with strands of silver and gold across its leather front and back. It had no title and thus intrigued him, he opened it but found the lack of light very annoying.

He brought the book to the basin to have some light. The book's old pages shined a golden hue under the red light and revealed very neat handwriting. The writer must have been someone who was proud of his writing, for it was very detailed.

He skimmed the pages for anything interesting until he found a section about portals, he muttered as he read, the absence of sound almost drove him to madness sometimes and has started to say his thoughts out loud along when he rarely read. Also, he had become interested in portal magic ever since he got stuck in the Abyss.

As he muttered the basin rippled with each illegible word. Only after it splashed that it caught the Overlord's attention.

He narrowed his eyes at the rippling surface. It caught the Overlord by surprise and lunged upon him like a tide, engulfing him. Slowly it turned into sludge as it dragged the resisting victim back into the basin.

Soon enough the fluid turned back into its former form, without a trace of the Overlord that stood above it several moments ago.

"What in the hell!" The Overlord screamed as he found himself flunged into the air suddenly. His flight was stopped as gravity took control and forced him back onto the ground.

The fall was hard and he could feel his armor shatter. Figures, after wearing it for a century in that kind of climate made it frail and weak. He stood back up and rearranged his wicked crown.

"Another one?"

Updated and revised, 07.11.208