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The First Mistress	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > Overlord Views: 7967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1- The First Mistress

A powerful dark force yanked her through what felt like some kind of dark abyss. She felt as though every strand of her being was being torn apart and fractured, only to be reassembled flawlessly once she struck the other end. She was suddenly consumed by a blinding flash of light. Her vision began to clear- but behind it laid a far darker undertone. She was standing in the middle of some form of demonic temple, the black ash crusted walls rose high around her. The land beyond the fractured pillars that offered a safe cocoon was a barren, magma scorched wasteland.
“Aaah” A voice carried over the hiss of the steam and fire around them.
Kelda snapped around to face the source of the voice, confronted by a hunchbacked creature draped in a dark cloak. “You must be Mistress Kelda” The creature hissed past curled lips.
She was not sure exactly how she was supposed to respond. “Yes?”
“Ah” The creature at least appeared satisfied with the response. He spread his arms in a dramatic pose. “Welcome to the Netherworld”
Kelda stepped over the lip of the pit she was standing in- her gaze travelling across the open chamber surrounding her, taking in the bladed pillars and the rocky outcroppings hanging precariously over her head.

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The stalactites hanging precariously above her suddenly began to course and pulse with demonic energy. Kelda stumbled back in surprise. The small demonic creatures around her stood in awe, some mumbling ‘The Master’ in a dumbfounded voice. The stalactites hanging precariously above her suddenly unfolded like a flower in bloom. From the centre emerged a figure draped in steel grey armour, descending like a dark angel from heaven. His metal boots touched the cracked stonework silently. The Overlord who had greeted her in Nordberg stepped forward to be greeted by the creature that had welcomed her here. “You now have a dark tower truly worthy of you master”
“So this is your place huh?” The Overlord and his Minion turned to face her, watching as she stepped down the broken steps.
“It certainly beats Nordberg. It’s warm for a start” Kelda turned to face the hunchbacked creature beside her. “I’m not sure about this thing though. What is it, some kind of walnut with ears?”
Gnarl shook away her wandering hand. “Perhaps you and your mistress should visit the private quarters sire?”
“Great. I’m goanna see where my fur rugs and hunting sovineours will go” Kelda’s mood quickly lightened at the prospect of lavishing in the plush, pleasant surroundings of the quarters of the divine master of all evil. However the sight which greeted her was not what she had expected. At the top of the spiral staircase lay an abandoned cave which had been left to it’s own devices for what seemed like an eternity. The few scaffoldings and planks which lay strewn across the room seemed creaking under their own weight alone. “Well, this certainly will not do”

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Several weeks had passed since Kelda had first entered the Netherworld and become Mistress to the Overlord of all Evil. Cut off from the surface in his Dark Citadel guarded by hordes of horrid minions, to be ready at her Masters beck and call as soon as he returned from destroying any on the surface who dared to oppose his dark domain. And she could not have been happier.
Kelda had requested some assistance from the Overlord in renovating the Private Quarters. In response he gifted her with ample gold and Brown minions to assist in any changes she desired. The creatures’ ability to move and think at the same time made them adequate for the task at hand. Every few days the Overlord would return from his campaign of spreading evil, weighted down by bags of gold and dozens of spare minions in tow he was willing to commit to her projects. Her life couldn’t have been better.
Kelda was the exclusive interest of her childhood crush, eagerly tending to his every need when he finally returned to her. Kelda enjoyed being lavished with gold and minions whilst giving her free roam over the private quarters.
The Overlord even allowed Kelda to hunt some of the minions for sport in the lower levels of the tower, saying it was good training which would separate the weak from the strong. The minions however were beginning to get wind of her sport and had started travelling in packs, leaving Kelda to hunt the few remaining weak and overconfident. For now her life seemed to be filled with nought but absolute bliss.

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“So this is your place huh?” A female voice pierced the film of silence interrupted only by the harsh crackle of the molten wasteland beyond the walls of the Dark Citadel. “ It’s a little dark, no natural light. But I think I can work with this” Juno spoke with an intrigued voice. Her gaze suddenly turned towards the throne at the top of the stairs. “Oh, I see you’ve already arranged some peasant slave as my lady in waiting. She’s a bit scruffy”
Juno stepped up the stairs to face her head on. “The only thing I’m waiting for, Empire, is for you to step a foot out of line so I can hang your carcass up on the wall with the other pretty, vacant things”. Kelda’s eyes burned with fiery determination. She turned away from the engagement towards the Private Quarters.
Gnarls voice resonated behind her. “Now, Mistress Juno has some interesting information for you”
Despite the sudden arrival of a new player in their game Kelda ensured that she remained top dog. The Overlord occasionally requested Juno, sometimes Kelda, even both together. But Kelda still maintained her standing as First Mistress. She was prepared to fight any competition to that position.

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“I think we have a situation to discuss” Fay stepped out from under the cool glow of the portal. “You appear to have a couple of unfortunate hangers on. Dark One”.
She approached the Overlord, passing a glance over Juno. “A refugee from the empire with more in front than up top”
“Ridiculous, my hair is lovely” Juno glared. “And I don’t wear black out of season” she grumbled beneath her breath.
“And some kind of Nordbergian Snow Rat. I didn’t know you did charity work” Dark Fay turned her vicious tongue towards the overhanging balcony.
“Hmm. I’d like to see you try to wrestle down and skin a rabid seal mother” Kelda mused.
“I guess it’s too much to ask you to kill them right now, so I’ll just settle for being First Mistress. I’m sure you don’t need it, but as an incentive I can make sure that Salamanders are available to you in your final battle against the Empire”
Kelda emerged from the shadows behind the Overlord. “I was going to cut you a break because you’re new around here, fairy. But if you want to play rough I can offer you the services of the wolves in the final battle if you make me First Mistress”
Juno stepped down the twisting stairs, entering the fray. “Wait a minute! I learned a few tricks in Everlight. If you make me First Mistress I can make sure those little green spidery things available for you instead….. and I am after all me”
The actors had assembled- the final act was drawing near. The question on everyone’s mind was to whom the final tragedy would befall.

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“You!” The word was spat at her, rousing Kelda from sharpening her hunting blade. Kelda refused to acknowledge the former Elf Queen standing across the private quarters. “Nordbergian!”
It was a very brave act for someone to speak to Kelda in that manner, especially when she was holding a freshly sharpened blade in her hand and was eager to test its sharpness. A stupid act however was for that same person to step across the safety of the private quarters to within arm’s length. The Dark creature loomed over Kelda, bathing her in unnatural shadows.
“This won’t last forever you know” Fay spoke again.
“What?” Kelda said bluntly, hoping to end the conversation before it developed.
“You being First Mistress. It will never last” Fay spoke in a casual tone, but Kelda could sense the poisonous underlay.
Kelda eventually faltered. She pierced the blade of her hunting knife into the wooden table before her; she finally looked up to face her visitor. “And why do you think that? Corrupted one”
Fay chuckled evilly “Because now I am here” Kelda refused to rise to the bait. “Listen” Dark Fay slid her feminine form down onto the table, her curvaceous sliding seamlessly across her raven black dress. Given her experience with Borious Kelda had developed the assumption that any people in any seat of power, aside from the Overlord, would quickly allow the lavish luxuries of life waste their bodies away into a blob of useless blubber. But Fay it seemed to treat her body as a sacred shrine, and lavish it accordingly. “You may have been First Mistress originally, but that was solely because the Overlord had no one else to choose from. And that Empire tart Juno lacks the ambition or even the brains to attempt to challenge you and so the Dark Lord once again had to settle for you. But now I have arrived, and I am afraid that I am not content to be second best”
“Someone sure seems full of themselves” Kelda smirked.
Fay quickly feigned hurt. “I came here to help you” Fay sighed, beginning to rise to her feet. “But I guess if you do not desire my help I could always ask Ju-” Kelda’s hand wrapped around her wrist, freezing her in place.
“Why would you wish to help me?” Kelda was intrigued enough to abide the woman a little while longer.
“Because there can only be one First Mistress from the three of us” Fay sat back down on the table. “And rather than fight and scrape against the both of you I thought it best to try and ‘remove’ some of the competition”
“And how do you plan to ‘remove’ the competition” Kelda’s speech was laced with poison.
Fay feigned shock. “I am amazed. I may be evil but I would never turn a weapon on another living thing. I have minions for that”
“So if you don’t plan to kill her, exactly what are you asking?” Kelda asked.
“A truce. We work together to ensure only we have a chance at becoming First Mistress” Fay almost seemed sincere in her words.
“But you will still stab me in the back the second Juno no longer has a chance at being First Mistress?” But Kelda could see through her deceit.
“Of course” Fay’s voice was eerily sweet. Fay reached up and ran an elegant, long finger across Kelda’s forehead. “But for once use your primitively thick skull for something other than cracking nuts or killing seal babies” Kelda slapped the hand away.
Kelda had to admit the idea was intriguing, and turning her down now would only weaken her position further. “Ok. We shall work together, for now”
“Very well” Fay leant forward across the table separating them, taking Kelda’s firm chin in her long fingers. “Shall we seal it, with a kiss?”
Fay leant in closer, their lips almost grazing. But Kelda brought her finger up to her lips, halting Fay’s advance. “And how do I know your lips are not laced with deadly poison?”
Fay smiled at Kelda’s first display of intelligence. “You don’t”. Their lips met.
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