hysterickingdomlogs | I need an Overlord's Castle! [Open]

Character(s): Overlord Zetta and Open
Content: Zetta is causing trouble in a nearby castle!
Setting: ~~Vyers'~~ Mid-Boss's Castle
Time: Not long after Laharl's annoncement
Notes/Warnings: Zetta is his own warning.

Refusing to abide under the sway of another Overlord as a matter of pride, the almighty book Zetta had settled down for an extremely long argument with the Dimensional Gatekeeper over whether or not he should be allowed to use said Dimensional Gate. Zetta won the argument, inasmuch as he argued for so long that the Gatekeeper finally had to sprint to the bathroom... but as it happened, he couldn't work the damn gate without her.

So he did what any respectable Overlord would have done in this case: he packed the hell up and got the hell out of this stupid castle. Without any particular aim, he found himself wandering through green fields that looked shockingly pleasant and were home to several enemies who would be blatantly easy to defeat while also teaching him about Geo Effects, but these held no interest for him. No, he'd spotted something in the distance worth heading towards: a castle.

"Visiting hours are open!" he proclaimed as his lugging-minion booted open the front doors. Within moment, a dozen of his minions spread out through the foyer of the castle it had led to, with the book in their midst, smirking. "Hyaaa ha ha ha ha! It's a bit gaudy, but I have no problems conquering this castle! Soon I will be king of this heap, and soon enough, the entire cosmos again!"

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As it so happened, the castle's owner had only just arrived home after several long days of debating whether or not he wanted to walk.

The noise startled Vyers off of the lounge in his room, sending him sprawling to the floor with a long-suffering groan. He was used to things like this, at least, although that was when he had a number of people who respected and followed him.

Vyers rose to his feet and fixed his hair in with a single runthrough of his practiced hand as he stepped into the foyer. "I am afraid that this castle is currently occupied," he said, placing a hand on his hip. "However, there are plenty of other castles in the area should you wish to conquer them."

"Hyaaa ha ha ha ha! You should be grateful for the honor of being conquered by the most badass freaking Overlord in the entire cosmos!"

The book smirked, as suddenly an array of low-level but still pointy-stabby weapons pointed in Vyers's direction.

"Swear fealty to me and I'll allow you to remain in my Overlord's castle!"

Vyers immediately threw his hands up in front of him. "N, Now... So many against one is hardly fair." As the strange book in front of him's comments began to catch up, however, he frowned, his brow furrowing as he stared down at the book in the attendant's hands.

"Pardon moi, but did you say 'Overlord's castle?'"

"What kind of demon uses the word 'fair' and means it?" Zetta demanded -- rhetorically, because the answer was 'the one on the losing side' and he knew it. "That's right. I, Overlord Zetta, require a new residence in the... absence of my usual one."

"Overlord--?" This was Overlord Zetta, the strongest Overlord in the whole cosmos?

Vyers fell silent for a moment. "While I commend you for your ambition, would it not be better to use your own name in your conquests? Or... title, as it were."

"Why the hell does everyone think I'm not me?!" Zetta demanded of pretty much no one. "Just because I'm a freaking book doesn't make me someone else! I AM Zetta! He who stands atop the cosmos's dog pile! Almighty and supreme! The strongest there is! Book or not, I'm still bad to the bone, baby!"

He had to admit, with that sort of reaction, he was starting to think that maybe this strange book was telling the truth. Which didn't mean anything good for him.

"Well, I suppose it could be possible with certain Confine magics, but..." Surely he could see how it would be hard to believe.

Now how in the world did he get the most Badass Freakin' Overlord in the Cosmos out of his house without being laser-eyed to a bloody pulp?

That was a very good question, Mid-Boss.

"Of course it's possible! It actually happened! I bound my soul to the Sacred Tome to preserve my existence, because dying because a stupid book is on fire is probably the stupidest way anybody could go out! And now I'm clawing my way back to embodiment, which means I need an Overlord's castle. Because I'm a freaking Overlord!"

Zetta seemed very hung up on this point, possibly out of some subconscious sense that his alternative was a doghouse.

Vyers paused for just a moment. "And... any castle would do?" he asked, a finger resting just below his lips. "As long as it is fitting for an Overlord, of course."

"If you're offering to sell out a fellow landowner to save your own hide, I'm listening." Cowardice and treachery both amused him.

He let out a strangled, choking sound. "M, My! Putting it so harshly like that... I am merely trying to protect my investment." For a moment he debated dropping the matter entirely. After all, it didn't seem like the mark of a proud demon to sell someone out so casually.

"And there are plenty of castles in this area. Why go after the first you have seen when there are others whose layout you might prefer? One must also think about location as well. And property value, of course. Have you even inspected this castle yet?" Not that his castle wasn't perfect as it was (second only to the Overlord's Castle in his opinion), but he had to do what he had to do.

After all, it may not have been the mark of a proud demon, but facing the most Badass Freakin' Overlord in the Cosmos while outnumbered and without a plan or backup was the mark of a foolish demon.

"I've got no problems with this one so far except the naming. Hall of Caresses, seriously?" He eyed the demon cautiously, as if concerned the name might be an instruction rather than a descriptor. "And it has a couple of qualities I'm particularly fond of, namely that it was close enough to the kid's castle that I didn't have to walk far."

Not that he'd done any walking without legs, but it was principle.

What was that look for? "There is nothing wrong with my naming sense. It makes it sound elegant, refined, and welcoming." Not always to the right people, that much he would (reluctantly) admit, but to everyone else it was just fine. "In fact, I am certain you will find no place bett--"

He interrupted himself by clearing his throat loudly. "That is to say... There is a castle not too far from here by the name of 'Dinero Palace.' As the name implies, quite a bit of money is invested there."

"Dinero Palace, huh? Hmmm. Sounds rich, but also tacky."

Zetta weighed in his mind the benefits. A longer distance from the main castle and its shops and resources would be annoying, and tacky was bad, but then again, this castle had the worst and most shamefully un-demon-like names for its various parts that he'd ever seen in his 35,000 years. You could swap out decor, but you couldn't trade away shame.

"All right. I'll at least look at the other place before making my decision. Lead the way there."

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