Well this is trippy.

I was in what seemed to be a throne room of sorts. Suits of spiked armor stood ready on either side of the rug leading to the end of the room. The banners and rug all were the same blood red color with black accents, however the banners had the addition of having a symbol as well. Overall the light in the room was lacking having only torches hung on the walls.

At least this beats the magical horse land. That place looks like a five-year old colored it.

The throne itself seemed to represent how the rest of the room made you feel. It was made of black stone and carved jagged. The back of the throne extended up in multiple spikes. Lines that had been carved into it pulsed with red energy.

Oh, and did I forget to mention the man in armor sitting in it.

Hello Dominus

Oh shit.

As soon as I recognized his voice I felt the need to run. I would have followed that instinct too but one look at the set of glowing eyes in the shadows of his helmet and I found myself unable to move.

You are pathetic. How you’ve managed to fight me off so long will forever be a mystery.

“F-fight you? What are you talking about?”

Ah yes. I had nearly forgotten you lack any knowledge of my time in this world. Not like it matters.

For the first time since I had arrived the armored man (if you can call it a man) moved, lifting his hand from the armrest of his throne. Once his arm was extended, a great sword appeared in front of him. He then took the giant blade and threw it as if it weighed nothing. The point of the blade embedded itself in the ground between my feet, shaking me free of whatever he had done to paralyze me as I jumped back.

All that matters is that I can send you home.

“H-home?”

Yes, home. All you need to do is take that sword and plunge it into your chest.

I was beginning to shake my fear of this entity. “You want me to stab myself?”

The blade is magic. It will send you home and you can live out your life.

I couldn’t believe it. I could get out of this place of magic and crazy rainbow colored nonsense and go back to Earth. For a moment I couldn’t believe how much my luck had turned around. Soon I would be back home with… with...

With who? I still don’t remember anything.

“Sorry, but I’m going to have to decline. Living in- what did Twilight call it- Equestria, despite how annoying the locals have been so far, still beats going back to Earth with no memory of who I was.”

I’ll admit, I may have jumped a bit when the man slammed his fist into his throne. After which he was silent for a few moments.

It seems that mere tricks won’t work on you than. Perhaps an explanation will suffice.

The room around me began to be ripped apart as if a tornado had touched down on top of us. As stone broke away, so too did the armored man piece by piece until I found myself standing at the top of a hill.

Ages ago, in a time that the ponies believe to be nothing but a fairytale, I came into the world from the realm you know as Earth. I was made Overlord to a race of creatures, and I used them to destroy anything I saw fit. As they grew in power, so did I, learning powerful magics and fighting skills.

As he spoke, down in the valley below I watched as two armies emerged from the woods on either side.

There eventually came a time where I even rivaled Faust herself. She was the most powerful of magic users and queen of the ponies.

Looking more closely, I could see that the two armies were completely different in species. On the left was an army of the creatures Gnarl had been with, except there were many different variants of them. Amongst the ranks I could see imps riding various creatures such as wolves made of sticks and giant spiders. There were even these giant hairy creatures being ridden by the imps, and at the front of it all stood the armored man, the Overlord.

On the right I had an even harder time picking out species. I saw ponies of all the varying kinds, but there were also large muscular creatures with cow heads. I watched as black chitinous creatures changed in a flash of green fire to a variety of forms, from multi-headed lizards to something that looked like a goat, tiger, and snake had gone in the blender together. I even saw a few dragons and gryphons flying above. Leading this side was a pony who had both wings and a horn, and while looking at the Overlord made me feel the need to cower away, looking at her seemed to have a calming effect.

Despite the lack of variety in the Overlord’s army his forces were easily ten times the size of the army I assumed belonged to Faust. It definitely looked like things were rather one sided.

Yet, despite overwhelming odds, I lost. For Faust did the one thing I did not anticipate.

Suddenly I was in the center of a war. The armies I had seen before clashed all around me as I watched the Overlord and Faust. It looked as if they had been fighting for a long time as both of their armors were battered and broken. Faust laid on the ground with one of her legs mangled as the Overlord lifted his blade to deliver the finishing blow. Faust closed her eyes as if to resign to her fate.

When she opened them again they glowed with white power. The Overlord was pushed back as wind began to kick up around Faust. Her body slowly ascended until she was above all the fighting, the glowing continuing to grow brighter with every second. Just as the light was about to become too strong to see her, the power shot out in six balls of energy, each going in a different direction. Once the magic was gone, her body simply faded away into nothingness.

The Overlord lifted his blade and let out a shout of victory, but as he did I noticed six of Faust’s army break through the chaos. Each held a small trinket that seemed to glow with the same power Faust had. As they got closer, the Overlord simply laughed at them.

“Fools! I have defeated your last hope. You are nothing without Faust!” As he continued to gloat his victory, he failed to notice as a rainbow extended between each of them forming a circle. They began to float off the ground and spin around the Overlord.

As soon as he saw this, the Overlord struck at the group with sword and magic but nothing seemed to work. It wasn’t long before the six of them were going so fast they were only a blur. It was then that the entire area they encompassed was filled with the same rainbow energy reaching all the way into the sky.

Despite how silly rainbow magic looked in the middle of all the bloodshed that was going on, the Overlord seemed to be in a lot of pain. What remained of his armor tore away from him piece by piece until all that remained was…

Hang on a second. Is that me?

The Overlord looked almost exactly like me except for being taller and more muscular. He also had a buzz cut instead of the haircut I had now but the resemblance was still creeping me out.

Once he was stripped of all possessions, the ground below the Overlord gave way and he fell out of sight as it closed back up.

In a final act of defiance to my rule, she released her power in the form of six artifacts and gave them to her generals. They used them to seal me away deep beneath the earth, and Faust, now ascended to godhood, stripped away my power and my memories of this world and my life. She couldn’t destroy me though.

As he spoke the throne room rose up from the ground and built itself around me. When it was done the Overlord appeared and took his seat at the throne.

The parts she removed became what I am before you. Ever since that day I have searched for my body, during which I slowly lost power. Finally I found it and using most of what I had left I rose it to the surface and called out to my minions. They heeded my call and revived my body, only I was not in control.

In my absence, the parts of my mind that had not been removed, my knowledge of Earth, had formed its own consciousness. And that is you.

You are nothing but my lesser half, a soul formed from scraps of my own. You should not even exist let alone inhabit my body. If I am to retake control you must rejoin my being.

Now pick up the blade and pierce your heart.

At this point my mind was working in overdrive trying to figure things out.

I’m a part of him. No wait, he said I formed from scraps. That means I’m still a whole person right? But what does that mean will happen if I do as he says? Will I cease to exist? Actually, if he is so desperate to take over, why didn’t he just stab me himself? Is it possible he’s so weak he needs me to hand him control?

Suddenly I got an idea. A risky plan that had little chance of working but it was so devious that I had to admit it would make sense if I was once part of the Overlord’s mind.

I reached down and attempted to pick up the sword.

“Urgh… It’s too heavy. How about you come down here and do it?”

I doubt someone as skittish as you would be able to stand still long enough for me to kill you.

“Well we aren’t getting anywhere since I can’t pick it up.”

Ugh… fine!

The Overlord slowly pushed himself up from his throne and made his way toward me. Each step of his took so long I really doubted he was just taking his time.

Wow, he really is weak.

As he finally stopped before the sword, he knelt down and picked it up with ease. Standing once more he brought the blade to my neck.

Any last words?

“Yes actually. Since I have your knowledge of earth, I assume you don’t remember what ‘sike’ means?”

Before he could answer I ducked down and brought my left shoulder into his stomach. The armor was all I could feel as I pushed him back.

Damn, I’m going to be feeling that for a few days.

The Overlord fell on his back as his sword clattered against the stone floor, but I wasn’t done yet. I quickly grabbed the hilt of the blade and picked it up above my head. I saw the Overlord’s eyes go wide as I held the sword pointed down with two hands on the handle.

But you said-

“Oh ya. I lied. That’s what sike means.” And then I brought the blade down, piercing his chest plate.

The Overlord cried out in agony as dark energy coursed out of the wound, along the blade and into my hands. As the magic entered my body it felt like I had the energy to anything. It was as if I had taken twenty espresso shots at once.

Pieces of armor from the Overlord began to fade away as my leather gauntlet seemed to spread across my body, forming more armor. Soon all that remained of the Overlord was the same version of myself I had seen in the story and that too began being absorbed by the blade. Before he was completely destroyed, I pulled the blade out of him and then took a moment to look at what had changed about me.

I now wore a set of light leather armor that was similar in design to the Overlord’s. Red was used frequently throughout it, and a hood and mask were used to hide everything except my eyes as a replacement for the helmet. I imagined if I could see myself they would be glowing. The sword had changed as well from a hulking claymore to a short sword.

I looked down at what remained of the Overlord as he began to speak. No longer did his voice boom throughout my thoughts. Now it was more of a dark whisper. “What have you done?”

I began to walk around him as I spoke. “It was obvious to me you were not fit to be Overlord in this modern era. Ever since I had woken up you have been trying to get me to kill everything in sight. The thing is you can’t do that and expect to get away with it while we are so weak.”

“You are the weak one! What have you done since waking up? Making friends? Having lovely conversations? Evil is supposed to destroy, not play nice!”

“Wow, you really are old fashion. Evil isn’t just destruction, it’s manipulative, corrupting. True evil can turn even the greatest of hero’s into a cowardly fool or even an ally. You don’t seem to understand this. Despite having only a few minions at our command, despite having no magic, despite our mortal enemy being a fucking god you want us to go on a rampage! Are you trying to get sealed away for another couple of millenia?”

I approached the throne as he struggled to speak. “I… am the Overlord… I will not… stand for this…”

“Wrong.” I took a seat in the throne. “I am the Overlord now. You are nothing but a memory of an age that has long been forgotten.”

“Then why... don’t you finish it?”

“Because I don’t want to risk taking on your barbaric personality. I much rather wait and find a way to destroy you instead of absorbing you and gaining your quick temper.”

“You’re… too… soft… You could… never… kill me.”

I shrugged. “Hey, whatever you want to believe. Won’t matter in a few seconds.”

“And… why… is… that?”

“Because it’s time to wake up.” The world then faded away around me until there was nothing but darkness.

Author's Notes:

A little shorter then I like my chapters but I felt that this was a proper time to cut before the next one. Also I am never using colored text again. It never transfers it over from google drive and it's just a pain in the ass.

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