Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Overlord Legacy - Chapter Thirteen - A Different Life

Oliver, Jakkson, and Phantom sleep off the rest of the drugs in the dungeon. They have no idea what's hit them, where they are, or how different life will be for them now. Rufus Overlord always had a desire for minions. Midnight, however, has been the one to actually obtain them.
Midnight has a bit of a dilemma to think through, however. She'd only wanted two minions, and things had been set up perfectly to snag those two. Then that blasted fairy showed up out of nowhere and she couldn't let such a perfect opportunity slip by, so she had to capture the fairy with the other two men. She has to think about what she'd use a fairy for - she thinks they're rather useless creatures, weak and lighthearted and entirely too happy for her tastes.

Then she has the problem that none of the men she captured are humans. She originally intended to rule over humans first (much easier, of course), then made an exception after she learned Jakkson was a werewolf. After dragging them to the dungeon, however, along with a werewolf and a fairy, Midnight has made the dampening discovery that even Oliver is a supernatural. She has a lot more work on her hands now.

Fortunately the drugs have worked enough to keep them thoroughly unconscious for a while, as she needed the time to implant the chips into the back of their necks. She only has a limited handiness skill so they're not the most sophisticated of technology, but they're at least programmed to vibrate when she needs to summon them and inflict excruciating pain if she discovers her new minions missing.

Having had enough time to think (and tired of waiting), Midnight summons the werewolf first.
Midnight: "Jakkson. Good to see you this morning."
Jakkson: "...I can't...I can't believe...."
Midnight: "I know, I know, I'm startlingly beautiful and you just can't believe your eyes. But we don't have time for pleasantries now. Now that you're under my service, it's my duty to inform you of your new responsibilities and some rules. First, you'll be allowed to leave the house, but if I discover you missing for more than twelve hours, I have the power to inflict some serious pain on you. Would you like me to demonstrate?"
Jakkson: "...No..."
Midnight: "Good, you're a smart one. Secondly, you have responsibilities around the house because I don't care to spend the money to hire a maid. You're in charge of recycling the newspaper, cleaning up clothes, and doing the laundry."
Jakkson: "Laundry?! You deceive me, lure me, kidnap me...for laundry?! You lazy b--"
Midnight: "Beautiful woman, I know. Don't worry, I recognize that you're able to do much more than laundry. That's why I want to use your skills to earn me money too. You're a werewolf, which makes you a valuable hunter. I want you to start bringing in collectibles. Rocks, gems, insects, whatever's valuable. Start cutting and smelting unique rocks and gems you find, then sell the rest."
Jakkson: "...No."
Midnight: "Excuse me?"
Jakkson: "No. I'm not doing anything for you."
Midnight: "...Hmm. Well, that's too bad. Remember the serious pain I mentioned earlier?"

All it takes is one press of a button on a tiny remote to send Jakkson to the floor, writhing in agony. Mercifully, Midnight releases after a few seconds, waiting patiently as Jakkson staggers back to his feet.
Midnight: "Have you reconsidered?"
Jakkson: "...You really aren't playing around."
Midnight: "Oh, I play around lots. But not in that regard. The way I see it, you can submit willingly and we'll all be happy and pain-free, or you be stubborn and I can make you submit painfully. Either way, you'll still be doing what I want."
Jakkson: "You are pure evil. I've never met anyone"
Midnight: "Oh, don't be silly. My dad helped me think of these concepts. Trained me well, didn't he?"
Jakkson: "I never knew who your dad was."
Midnight: "Mm, I guess I would expect that. You've lived in seclusion for quite some time, haven't you?"
Jakkson: "....."
Midnight: "Well, it's not my job to expose you here. You keep me happy, I stay nice to you. Things work wonderfully that way."
Midnight: "Now why don't you do me a favor and go get Oliver for me? After you get that done, there's definitely laundry that needs to be done. The washer and dryer are in the dungeon. Chop chop."

Jakkson, feeling defeated already, follows Midnight's command and fetches Oliver. He ponders to himself: who is he to really fight back anyway? It's not as if he had much control over his life before. Living in seclusion is pure, unadulterated misery. How much more miserable could servitude really be? It's just another form of pain, exchanging one for the other.

Oliver, seeing Jakkson's expression, dreads every step as he makes his way to meet Midnight inside the castle.
Midnight: "Oliver....nice teeth..."
Oliver: "I don't feel the need to hide them from you. With my current state of emotion, I really could care less if my fangs offend you."
Midnight: "You'll learn to care soon enough. As I was telling Jakkson, you'll be allowed to leave the house. In fact, I've heard quite good reviews about you as a stylist. I expect you to keep your job at the salon. The money, however, will be delivered straight to me."
Oliver: "And what if I don't wish to return here? Because really I don't."
Midnight: "I've implanted a device in your skin that will inflict serious pain if I discover you missing for more than twelve hours. I had to demonstrate to your werewolf friend what it felt like. Do you wish to have a personal demonstration as well?"
Oliver: "I don't, but thank you kindly for asking. Your hospitality is really too much, I must say."
Midnight: "Very well. You will also be expected to perform duties around the house. Clothing and laundry is up to Jakkson, but the rest of the cleaning is up to you. I will not tolerate smelly dishes and dirty toilets any longer. It's your responsibility to clean them."
Oliver: "I do not stoop to cleaning toilets. I have a maid for that and I highly suggest you either hire one or clean what you want cleaned yourself."
 Midnight: "I have been patient enough with your sarcasm, Oliver, but I'll remind you just this once of your place. Yesterday and days before, it might have been permissible to turn your snotty nose up at everything, but those days are gone. You are not in control anymore, I am. I control your comfort, your enjoyment, and even your happiness to an extent. I would suggest not getting on my bad side this early, Oliver, because I certainly have one. Understood?"
Oliver: "...Understood."
Midnight: "I hope I won't ever have to repeat myself with you. I don't want to 'accidentally' run out of plasma juice in the fridge because of your snippy attitude. Now go get me the fairy and then clean the kitchen sink. There's a nice thick layer of grime waiting for you."

Silently, Oliver leaves and gives the message to Phantom. He doesn't know how far to push the fight for his own freedom. He knows of Rufus Overlord, and if his daughter's anything like him, Oliver surely doesn't have the strength to overpower her. The reign of Emperor and Overlord has been passed onto Midnight, a title that naturally puts much power into her hands. Oliver has suppressed his vampire abilities so much that he's not sure he could tap into them to overthrow her.

Midnight tries to prepare for meeting the fairy. She doesn't even know his name, much less his personality. She's come up with some duties for him, but she has absolutely no experience dealing with such playful creatures. She wonders what she's in for.

The door flies open and Phantom zooms up to Midnight's face.
Phantom: "How did you do it?"
Midnight: "...Excuse me?"
Phantom: "That trick where you sneaked up on all three of us and knocked us out and then dragged us all the way here. How did you do it?"
Midnight: "And why should I tell you that?"
Phantom: "My big brothers always bullied me and called me 'baby glowworm larvae.' If I could pull that trick off on them, ooh, they'd be so sorry..."
Midnight: "...Hate to burst your bubble, but you're not going to be playing such a prank any time soon. You're staying here with me. You'll be allowed to leave sometimes, but if you're missing longer than twelve hours, I have the ability to inflict some serious pain on you."
Phantom: "Can I learn that trick too?"
Midnight: "No! You stupid...ugh. Pay attention and shut up for a minute. While you're in my house, you have responsibilities. I expect you to do some gardening, to make better produce for the house. Now that I'm in a castle, I want better quality meals. I also expect you to make some money with the garden. I'm also getting a bee house that I expect you to tend to and sell the honey for cash. As you're in charge of the gardening, I expect you to be in charge of the cooking too. There will be consequences if a meal or its leftovers aren't available to eat."
Phantom: "How long do I have to do this?"
Midnight: "Potentially the rest of your life."
Phantom: "Oh. In that case, I don't want to do it."
Midnight: "You don't have a choice."
Phantom: "Why not?"
Midnight: "Because you're my servant now. Your life is going to be very different. That's just the way it's going to be."
Phantom: "Can we order a pizza and watch a movie tonight?"
Midnight: "Wha--?! No!! It's your job to cook and there's no movies!"
Phantom: "Do you like to play tag?"
Midnight: "No! What kind of childish--"
Phantom: "When are you gonna show me that trick where you sneak up on people and knock them out?"
Phantom: "Whoa...don't look now, but I think there's a swarm of ladybugs on your head."
Midnight: "It's a hair decoration, you idiot!"
Phantom: "My brothers once tried to put ladybugs in my hair, but they squished them and you know they get all stinky, and my hair reeked for weeks, and Mama Pixie wouldn't even listen to my side of the--"
Midnight: "GET....just get out of my sight. Find some seeds and start gardening before I rip your wings out and drown you in a bucket of chicken fat."

In a huff, Midnight changes clothes to get ready for her interview for the military career. Sure, she could just walk in and demand they hire her lest they get wiped off the map, but she decides to be a little more classy.

She has a lot to think about though. She's asserted her dominance and she has the pain device on her side, but she can already tell dealing with three supernaturals in the house is going to be an annoyance. Why did she not just knock out the fairy and leave him on the side of the road? In fact, why didn't she throw him in front of a car or something?
Midnight: "The lonely werewolf is emotionally unstable anyway and therefore easy to control. The vampire might be a bigger threat, but I think he's too sophisticated to attack. But that fairy...that stupid fairy might just be the end of what sanity I have left..."
Jakkson waits for the washing machine to end its cycle, then transfers the clothes over to the dryer. The machines are noisy and rattly, the volume even louder in the small cramped dungeon. Jakkson makes a mental note to never leave the laundry until nighttime. The clanging would probably keep all of them awake.

After adjusting the dryer settings and turning it on, Jakkson heads back upstairs and finds Oliver in the kitchen, mopping up a puddle on the floor.
Oliver: "Midnight told me you're a werewolf..."
Jakkson: "...She's right. I guess there's no use hiding it at this point. She expects me to go out and hunt for valuable items, which I can only really do effectively in my wolf form."
Oliver: "That explains your clothes."
Jakkson: "Yes...I don't bother changing them anymore. They just get torn up anyway."
Oliver: "Mm..."
Jakkson: "...I don't care if you judge me. I am what I am and there's nothing I can do about it, as much as I want to."
Oliver: "I'm not in a position to judge you. See?"
Jakkson: "What on earth..?! What the heck is wrong with-- oh. You have fangs."
Oliver: "Sorry. I've gotten used to making faces while showing them."
Jakkson: "Why?"
Oliver: "You know that girl, Bailey Swain, in town?"
Jakkson: "...No?"
Oliver: "Ah, right, you hardly know anyone. She's this really awkward young lady who discovered I was a vampire and seems to come into the salon every day to ask for a makeover from me. She won't quit nibbling on her lip or calling me Edward. I...have to stoop to making faces just to get her to go away."
The men enjoy a brief laugh. They hardly know each other, but at least they can start to bond in their predicament. At least, until Midnight gets back home.
Midnight: "...What are you still doing here? Go hunt."

Jakkson swallows. He's never transformed in front of people before - he's always made sure to escape somewhere so no one will see him. How will people react when they see him in werewolf form out in the open? ...Will they even know who he is, after secluding himself for so long?

Regardless, he can't refuse. The electrocuting pain he felt in his neck earlier was too excruciating to bear repeating. Taking a deep breath, then another, he lets out a howl and lets the beast come out.
Senses hyper-activated, Jakkson bolts out the door and sniffs the wind. This is his new life now. No more seclusion and no more hiding his beastly form. This is the way it is. He'll just have to figure out how to handle it.
Oliver decides to wait until tomorrow to begin returning to the salon. His nerves are too shaken to return just yet. Trying to steady his hands, he sketches some fashion designs he's researched.
Phantom, meanwhile, begins his duties as well.
Phantom apparently does not get the concept that bees have stingers and uses no protection when cleaning and smoking the box. He gets stung in multiple areas. Flitting away from the box in pain, Phantom realizes he doesn't like being a beekeeper at all. Bees hurt. He hates things that hurt.

To get his mind off the pain and swelling, Phantom begins working on making autumn salad for dinner. Mama Pixie always did the cooking back at the fairy house. Anytime Phantom tried to help, she'd smack away his hands. His only job used to be just washing the table after dinner was done, but after he lit the washrag on fire and attempted to throw it into the water in the sink for fun (and sorely missed, nearly burning down the fairy house), even that was taken away from him.
Phantom's not sure what to think about his new home. Mama Pixie was always trying to get him out of the fairy house since he'd reached young adulthood. She'll probably be happy that he's not returning tonight. Phantom's not sure if he likes Midnight or not either. He loves that she's crabby and cranky and seems to hate him a lot, but she won't show him any of her tricks, and Phantom hates not knowing tricks that other people know.

As he finishes making his first dinner without destroying anything, Phantom smiles. Maybe he'll be of use here. Maybe he'll be a good fit. Perhaps he'll grow a wonderful garden that Mama Pixie would be proud of.

This new life could be kind of cool!


Author's note: I had to find a way of including the picture of Oliver showing his teeth. It's so out of character for him, but I couldn't stop laughing at it.

Emphasizing everyone's personalities is quite fun and hopefully I'm representing everyone well. Midnight is Evil and Insane, so I kind of had to make her a different "form" of evil than what Rufus was, but on the other hand, I didn't want to make her entirely merciless. She has some ability to show grace. And I just had to build upon Phantom's personality. I love writing more serious roles for Oliver and Jakkson, but I feel like I have to balance such serious roles with the goofy childish humor of Phantom.

Feel free to leave a comment! This second generation should have a slightly different feel, but I'm very excited to play through it all the same!


  1. "She won't quit nibbling on her lip or calling me Edward."
    Oh my. LOL! Brilliant, I cant stop laughing at that line. And Oliver's face! xD

    I love this legacy. So much. Great job so far, Rachel!

  2. Looollll. Looks like you're having fun. ^^


    You've done a wonderful job so far and the first and second generations are sure interesting. I love love love Midnight so far. <3

    She's amazingly evil.

  4. She's a mean one--- lol. Phantom is fun, and the perfect foil to Midnight's Evil seriousness. I love how he keeps asking her to show him how to do the tricks that she did. Great chapter! :)

  5. Oh poor little Phantom! I adore him! He deserves all the cuddles.

  6. I adore Phantom! He is so funny, it's going to be hilarious watching Midnight coping with him :)

  7. "Phantom: "Whoa...don't look now, but I think there's a swarm of ladybugs on your head."
    Midnight: "It's a hair decoration, you idiot!"

    I thought I'd pee my pants laughing at this conversation ... Phantom wins the award for my new favorite 'fairy' personality, hands down! There's some sexy fairies, and kinda jittery/crazy fairies and some clueless fairies in the other blogs / legacies that I just love too - but Phantom's pixie trickery and exuberant harassment of Midnight is just killing me haha!

    Great job on developing the three characters, I love them all! Your story is getting more detailed now and your pictures are great! Midnight is going to make her Dad proud! I'm enjoying it!

  8. The Twilight line just killed me! Too funny, lord have mercy

  9. Things are really coming together. As others have said, I really like Phantom's character - he's definitely insane, but so different from Midnight that he can't help but get on her nerves.

    Hopefully there's a happy ending for everyone, though I can't help but wonder if I should be cheering for Midnight or hoping she meets a violent end. Good story.

  10. Haha! Love it! I agree with Envie- Midnight's conversation with Phantom was HILARIOUS! I really like all the characters you've created. Great job! =)