Author's Notes:

Hey everyone! I made this into a Bonus Chapter because I felt it wasn't enough to be normal chapter and Chapter 2 is gonna be long as is so I just decided to post this as a little bonus. Chapter 2 gonna take a while to write but, please leave me comments, ideas or anything you think needs more fleshing out. I LOVE FEEDBACK AND COMMENTS.

An inky void surrounded him. Scanning the area around him, he saw her. She was just standing there just a few feet from him. He began to ran towards her yet, no matter how hard he pumped his legs he couldn't get any closer to her. She turns away from him slowly walking in the other direction.

"LYRA! LYRA! WAIT PLEASE!" Calling out to her trying to run even faster.

Soon he felt something clawing at his legs pulling him under the void. Hands of black tar beginning to drag him into the depths. He reached out for her. That's when he heard the gunshots as the image of her dropped into a pool of her own blood, and what stood over her were the three beings that caused her death.

The rage of his soul began to boil over as the claws dragged him under into the inky void as he unleashed a hellish scream. A scream for vengeance.

His eyes flashed open to the sight of obsidian. Sitting up from the large bed he was in seeing a mostly empty chamber. He looked over his body covered in grey steel and the gem within the gauntlet was now pulsing with a deep glow. Feeling its power washing over his body yet there was still a small sting of pain. Staring at his right hand still clenching the locket.

Rubbing the silver between his metallic fingers. He could still feel its warmth. Opening the locket seeing the picture of Lyra inside of it. A small stain of blood has splashed against the picture. Grinding his teeth at the sight he heard the door to the room open.

His stare instantly going up to the door. It was Gnarl entering the room with an excited expression as he saw his master's eyes were finally open.

"SIRE! Finally, you have awakened." Overjoyed was his words as he rushed to the bedside. "I wasn't sure you were going to wake at all given how long it has been…" Saying this in a hushed tone looking to the side.

The white burning eyes locked onto him as he stood from the bed. Gnarl backed up as the shadow of his Overlord was upon him. His Master's fists tightened.

"How…long have I been asleep?" Demanding an answer from the elder.

A hard swallow came from Gnarl. Pulling slightly at his collar not making direct eye contact with his new lord. "Well...Sire your body required rest to get used to your new body and…"

"HOW LONG?!" His Master roared cutting his words short.

"A….a month sire." Giving him a sheepish smile.

Fury was the only emotion he had. Raising both tighten fists above his head Gnarl winced at the possible impact as the Overlord roared once more slamming both hands down on his bed cracking both the bed frame in half and crack the floor below it. Heavy breaths leaving his maw. Looking downward at his handy work….he felt for the first time in his life something he had never felt before.

STRENGTH. Pure raw strength!

He already knew what he had to do. Those who had wronged him wouldn't have another day of peace.

"Gnarl. Those creatures with you before…can they fight?" Asking his tone holding a bitter darkness within it.

"Yes. My Master, they are Minions. They live only to serve you. But, Sire…." Speaking out again.

Quickly turning around to Gnarl his cape blowing out from the speed he turned around, glaring down at the elder thing before him. "I need a weapon! Something to make me stronger." Stating this to the other.

"B-but, of course, sire this way. I will take you to the armory." Bowing to him as he led this master down a long hallway to a massive set of iron doors with helms carved into them.

Unlocking the door the iron doors slowly opened on their own. Green torches lit by themselves lighting the darkroom. The walls were lined with twisted blacken weapons. Maces, Axes and jagged blades. Gnarl shuffled towards the right side of the room rubbing his hands together with glee as he gestured towards the maces.

"These maces are finely crafted by our forge master. They will mash the heads of any half-brained hero who dares stand before you." Letting out a gleeful laugh as the thought crossed his wicked mind.

His master scanned the room seeing the lines of weapons across the armory. He needed power. Enough power to break anyone who got in his way. His eyes were drawn to the blade in the center of the room. It was placed into the ground with a small engraving at the base of it. His heavy footfalls found themselves moving towards the blade.

Gnarl watched him carefully clearing his throat. "S-sire if you seek a blade we have many deadly ones upon this wall over here." Quickly going over to the wall of blades gesturing towards them. Yet his master didn't even move his eyes from the blade in the ground.

The text upon the plaque translated itself as he read it. "Only one who can match my will may draw this blade."

Gnarl began to sweat coming over to his new lord. "Sire that….that blade is the blade of the second Overlord. There have been others before you. That blade can only be drawn by someone who can match him. It could…."

"Will it make me stronger?" Again his words were cut short by his master.

"…." Gnarl paused for a moment. "In theory yes my lord but…" He tried to warn him.

Before he could finish both hands gripped the hilt of the blade as this new Overlord began to pull upward on the blade. Sickening flames of green began to lick up the sides of the blade. He roared using all of his strength to pull. Lightning crackled around him, as Gnarl backed away from the sight.

"YOU. WILL. BEND. TO. ME!" The Overlord shouted as the blade began to slowly lift upwards as he drew it from the stone. He felt the surge of the might within his body pulsing from the blade. It was a long two-handed blade with green runes across it that we're now coming to life as he held it with one hand.

Gnarl fell to his knees at the sight of the blade. He had not seen an Overlord with such raw power in quite some time.

The Overlord turned to his servant with a focus in his eyes. "Gnarl. Prepare the Minions. Any of them that can fight. Then….TAKE ME TO THE SURFACE."