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Life With the Overlords
Chapter 1: The Initiation,
Lord Vega had just created a universe, and he had absolutely no idea what to do next. As he cast a shallow glance over the black area that he recently conceived, his seemingly endless list of ideas from ten minutes ago seemed to immediately disappear from his head. Sure, he could create planets and other things of that sort – but why even bother? He knew that the things he created would only disappoint him, and his previous attempt at starting up a universe had ended in a miserable failure.
Lord Vega did not like to talk about his previous efforts to produce an efficient universe. What had started off very well soon degenerated into a solar system full of planets that were inhabited by fire-breathing grizzly bears with x-ray vision. Having the ultimate power to conceive anything that came into his thoughts weighed very heavily on Lord Vega’s mind, and at that moment he decided that something had to be done to ensure his latest venture’s success.
The next day in the center of the absence of matter that was Vega’s new universe, five of the most prominent overlords assembled to address the crisis at hand.
“I have gathered you all here today,” Lord Vega presided, “to hold a contest of sorts that will determine which one of you is worthy of being associated with the title of head overlord.”
There was a silence in the room as the five powerful figures surveyed the prime real estate that the new universe presented. Vivendi – the female overlord of seduction, Gelgamesh – the evil overlord of extreme masculinity, Whittius – the overlord of wisdom, Loqious – the overlord of the strange ideas, and Draylon – the overlord of procrastination, all sat in the audience of Lord Vega, producing a very interesting scene.
“You will each be given a blank planet and will be forced to use your design skills to create a successful planet,” Lord Vega went on, “The winner will be given command of the entire universe, as well as ultimate power to be exerted anywhere within its boundaries.”
This was very good news to all of the overlords. The opportunity to govern an entire universe did not present itself every day, and the odds of victory were certainly appealing. Lord Vega, of course, did not plan on turning over the universe to the victor. He knew that he was more powerful than all five of the overlords combined, and giving up the universe after it was built did not work to his advantage.
“A challenge!” Gelgamesh proclaimed in a heroic voice, “Rock on! I pity the soul that even begins to think about defeating me…the great Gelgamesh!”
“Be quiet, Gelgamesh,” Lord Vega ordered, “Let me finish the terms before you start rambling on about your victory.”
“I think that you should wait until I’m done rambling on about my victory before you start finishing the terms,” Gelgamesh defiantly replied.
“Why I ought to...”
“Now now boys, let’s play nice,” Vivendi said.
Vivendi truly was a captivating female, and as soon as her voice permeated the area, Gelgamesh immediately stopped talking and turned red in the face. Although he hated to admit it, Gelgamesh was madly in love with Vivendi. In fact, everyone in the overlord universe was in love with Vivendi. Her power came from the fact that she knew how much the men loved her, and she utilized seduction as her main weapon.
“Y-yes Vivendi, you’re right. We are acting like children. Now Lord Vega, let’s move on,” Gelgamesh bashfully stated to the audience, half of which was now snickering at his incredibly red face.
“Very well then, let us continue,” Vega went on, “As I was saying, you will each be given total control over a planet. It is your goal to establish a thriving and efficient civilization that defeats your competitors in three areas,” Lord Vega readjusted himself in his chair, “The area of intelligence will test how productive your intelligent life forms are. The technology, literature, and government that your planet’s inhabitants create will contribute directly to this section. The second section, efficiency, will test how well your planet is run, as well as how your resources are managed. The final area, power, is the most interesting category. At the end of the competition, each overlord will send out their most powerful troops to engage in all out war. The winner of this epic battle will receive top points in the area of power.”
“Very intriguing,” Loqious replied.
“I am totally going to rock that power contest in the face! I can taste the victory now…I can feel it…I can…ARGHHHHH,” Gelgamesh jumped out of his seat and started running around the room, smashing many items of furniture in the process. Gelgamesh periodically had adrenaline rush attacks that caused him to temporarily lose sight of reality. This was one of those attacks, and only a slippery spot on the tile floor was enough to bring him back to reality, which happened to come in the form of his entire body crashing onto the ground.
“Whoa…w-what’s going on?” Draylon was sleeping until the sound of a grandfather clock being smashed to bits stirred him, “Did I miss the meeting?” Draylon opened his eyes to see several broken objects all around, Gelgamesh lying on the floor moaning in pain, and several other overlords gazing around the room with a wide array of shocked expressions plastered across their faces.
“I don’t see how you could have missed the meeting; you were sitting there the entire time…weren’t you?” Lord Vega inquired.
“I was…resting,” Draylon replied shortly after letting out large yawn.
“How could you fall asleep when I, Lord Vega, the most powerful overlord in the galaxy, summoned you into his private quarters for a meeting of extreme importance?” Lord Vega said in an arrogant tone.
Draylon yawned again, “Oh, sorry about that.”
“You’re sorry? You just fell asleep at a crucial meeting and you can only muster up enough courtesy to say that you’re sorry?” Lord Vega gawked.
“What do you want me to say?” Draylon asked.
Lord Vega didn’t know what he would like Draylon to say.
“Kick his ass, Lord Vega,” Gelgamesh replied as he helped himself off of the floor.
“No, that won’t be necessary,” Lord Vega sighed, “Let’s just get this over with as quickly as possible. Now that the meeting has come near its conclusion, are there any questions?”
“Yes,” Draylon replied, “I still don’t know what’s going on. I was sleeping, remember?”
“I’m not going to tell you now. You should have paid attention when I presented your task the first time,” Vega said in a snobbish voice.
“Alright,” Draylon replied.
“You don’t care that I’m not telling you the terms?” Lord Vega asked in a puzzled tone.
“Not really, because I know that you’re going to have to tell me sooner or later. You’re just trying to force me to apologize for sleeping during the meeting by holding back the terms,” Draylon coolly stated.
“Why I…How dare you speak to me that way?! Now I’m definitely not going to reveal the terms to you!” Vega proclaimed, shocked.
“Well I’m sure I’ll find out sooner or later, so you can move on,” Draylon said.
“You have a lot of nerve Lord Draylon,” Lord Vega had regained his composure, “I usually do not put up with individuals like yourself, but I will have to make an exception this time.” In an effort to speed up the meeting before it degenerated into a brawl, Lord Vega explained the terms to Draylon, who attempted to keep a remotely interested look on his face during the proceedings.
“Alright then,” Lord Vega went on, “the competition will start in two days, so I suggest that you all start planning as soon as possible. Are the terms clear to everyone?”
Whittius spoke up for the first time, only to ask an incredibly complex and scientific question about the terms that no one else in the room understood.
Lord Vega, embarrassed and confused, attempted to answer the question, “Uh, well…I hadn’t given thought to that particular…thing...yet, but-”
Lord Gelgamesh interrupted the mumbling Lord Vega, “Shut up Whittius. No one wants to hear your crap at a time like this.”
Whittius shrugged and frantically started to scribble down notes in his notepad.
Gelgamesh took this opportunity to poke fun at Whittius, a rather scrawny looking overlord. “He’s probably drawing a picture of his mommy in that notebook with lots of hearts and other baby stuff. Why don’t you go cry home to mama before you get in our way, little baby boy? He probably has a bottle under his seat with warm milk, and…and a pacifier! What a little –”
“That’s enough Lord Gelgamesh. What is wrong with showing affection towards someone? If you ever get around to winning my love, I would hope that you would draw pictures of me with hearts,” Vivendi said after blatantly interrupting Gelgamesh.
“I don’t think he’s drawing a picture of his mom,” said Loqious as he glanced over the book’s cover and saw the intricate sketches and equations that littered the page.
“Whatever,” Gelgamesh said with an uninterested tone, “I’m still going to totally rock this contest. Now if you will all excuse me, I need some sleep so I can start planning tomorrow.” With that, Lord Gelgamesh strolled confidently out of the room and took the stairs to his quarters.
“I think that I will do the same,” Vivendi said in a seductive tone, “You boys will be good while I’m gone, right?”
Loqious and Draylon both shook their heads up and down enthusiastically while Whittius kept his head buried into the notebook. “Very well then,” Lord Vega presided to the remaining overlords, “this meeting is adjourned.”
After the meeting was over, Loqious remained in the room long after everyone else had left, staring straight ahead at the wall, which was decorated with a series of ornate patterns. Something about his short glance at Whittius’ notebook made him very nervous, although he wasn’t exactly sure why this strange feeling pervaded his thoughts. Next to a grouping of strange equations lay the figure of a body unlike anything that Loqious had ever seen before. This mysterious figure was so simple, yet so perfect in every way possible.
“Are you still in here, Loqious?” Lord Vega asked from the hallway that led into the majestic meeting room.
“Yes, but I was just leaving,” Loqious replied.
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As soon as Gelgamesh was out of the room, he ran up the stairs, took a sharp left at the top and entered his room. Even though he had no reason to be secretive about it, Lord Gelgamesh did not want any of the other competitors to know that he was starting to plan for his planet right away. While he didn’t know exactly what his planet would contain, he did know that it had to be totally awesome. Gelgamesh knew that he would lose the intelligence and efficiency categories, but nothing was stopping him from rocking the power contest.
After taking out a sheet of paper and drawing a few rough sketches to warm up, Gelgamesh proceeded to put his newly formed dream into action on the paper before him. The basic premise of his plan was to create vicious three headed dragons that roamed and ruled the planet. Gelgamesh had been thinking about the idea for a few minutes now, and he concluded that it was bulletproof. How can something so totally awesome possibly not be the base of the best planet in this contest?
“I’ll show that Whittius,” Gelgamesh mumbled to himself as he furiously colored in the flames coming out of the third dragon’s mouth. “He thinks that he’s so smart,” Gelgamesh went on, “but we’ll see how his boring life forms face off against my dragons!” Gelgamesh, even though he was vastly stronger than Whittius, still feared the young and awkward overlord more than anything. While he certainly didn’t express this fear to any others, something deep down inside of him told him that Whittius was not an overlord to be reckoned with, despite his small size and flabby arms.
After about twenty minutes of planning, Gelgamesh moved on from the world of appearance and into the first category, which was intelligence. The area of government posed a particularly worthy opponent to Gelgamesh’s plan of domination in the tournament. He struggled to think of government that could contain the awesome power of his three headed dragons. The answer (after an hour of careful and precise brainstorming) was awesomarchy. Awesomarchy was a very simple government that advocated constant power struggles in the Dragon Arena of Death for ultimate power over Dragonopia (the name of Gelgamesh’s new planet). After the initial dictator is initiated to the throne of Dragonopia, any one of the other dragons would then proceed to challenge his power in the Dragon Arena of Death. If a new dragon comes out on top, then that very same dragon is awarded with ultimate power, allowing him to unquestionably pass legislation and do other government things, none of which Gelgamesh possessed knowledge of.
The other two areas of the intelligence category did not bother Gelgamesh, who had already decided to burn all literature and discourage the development of new technology. Dragons could breathe fire and fly, rendering all other technological advancements completely useless. As for literature – the dragons simply would not have any time. Trying to overthrow the current leader was a constant task that left no time for writing books.
The efficiency section of the challenge was not important to Gelgamesh. As he looked over the contest breakdown and saw the efficiency table somewhere near the middle of the page, he scoffed and pictured his dragons mercilessly burning down the resources of other helpless planets. His dragons did not need any resources outside of the carnage left behind in the Dragon Arena of Death, making it a waste of time to sweat over the details on managing sustenance for his three-headed monsters.
“It’s snack time!” Gelgamesh yelled out to himself as he pulled out his chair and trudged over to the pile of meat on the ornate counter. Before he could indulge, however, a soft knock was heard on the door.
“Who dares to knock on the door of the Great Gelgamesh at this hour? I was just about to…fall asleep,” Gelgamesh said as he sadly walked away from the tasty snack towards the door.
There was no answer.
“You should have known that I would be sleeping at this hour. What makes you think that you can just waltz up here and knock on my door?” Gelgamesh opened the door and, to his surprise, found Vivendi leaving up against a pillar to the left of the door.
“I couldn’t sleep and I wanted someone to keep me company, but if you don’t want any visitors…”
“N-no, don’t be silly Viv-Vivendi, I thought that you were…Whi-Loq-Dray…lon?”
“I see,” Vivendi went on, “Don’t worry Gelgy, it’s just little old me.”
“G-Gelgy?” Gelgamesh spurted out.
“Yes, I created it last night when I was thinking of you,” Vivendi tossed her coat onto Gelgamesh’s shoulder and strolled inside, “Don’t you like it?”
“Well I…No one has ever…Yes I d-do like it, V-Vivendi,” Gelgamesh was extremely bashful in front of women, and their ranks equated to his greatest (and only) fear in the entire universe. He had expelled a race of mutant spiders from Xenon, defeated several of the most powerful overlords, and passed his pre-calculus exam in college, but the appearance of a female specimen still caused him much discomfort. There really was no reason to his fear of the female population; he simply could not speak to any of them without making a complete fool out of himself. Vivendi was different, however. Previous attempts to speak with other female overlords had somehow warranted loud grunts, anger attacks, or extremely awkward statements, but Vivendi’s presence left him completely speechless, decreasing his error percentage.
“Well that’s good news, I was afraid that you wouldn’t like it,” Vivendi said as she pulled down two wine glasses and gazed into Gelgamesh’s terrified eyes. “Would you like a drink, darling? We have some things to discuss.”
Chapter 2: Madness Ensues
Life With the Overlords
Chapter 1: The Initiation,
Lord Vega had just created a universe, and he had absolutely no idea what to do next. As he cast a shallow glance over the black area that he recently conceived, his seemingly endless list of ideas from ten minutes ago seemed to immediately disappear from his head. Sure, he could create planets and other things of that sort – but why even bother? He knew that the things he created would only disappoint him, and his previous attempt at starting up a universe had ended in a miserable failure.
Lord Vega did not like to talk about his previous efforts to produce an efficient universe. What had started off very well soon degenerated into a solar system full of planets that were inhabited by fire-breathing grizzly bears with x-ray vision. Having the ultimate power to conceive anything that came into his thoughts weighed very heavily on Lord Vega’s mind, and at that moment he decided that something had to be done to ensure his latest venture’s success.
The next day in the center of the absence of matter that was Vega’s new universe, five of the most prominent overlords assembled to address the crisis at hand.
“I have gathered you all here today,” Lord Vega presided, “to hold a contest of sorts that will determine which one of you is worthy of being associated with the title of head overlord.”
There was a silence in the room as the five powerful figures surveyed the prime real estate that the new universe presented. Vivendi – the female overlord of seduction, Gelgamesh – the evil overlord of extreme masculinity, Whittius – the overlord of wisdom, Loqious – the overlord of the strange ideas, and Draylon – the overlord of procrastination, all sat in the audience of Lord Vega, producing a very interesting scene.
“You will each be given a blank planet and will be forced to use your design skills to create a successful planet,” Lord Vega went on, “The winner will be given command of the entire universe, as well as ultimate power to be exerted anywhere within its boundaries.”
This was very good news to all of the overlords. The opportunity to govern an entire universe did not present itself every day, and the odds of victory were certainly appealing. Lord Vega, of course, did not plan on turning over the universe to the victor. He knew that he was more powerful than all five of the overlords combined, and giving up the universe after it was built did not work to his advantage.
“A challenge!” Gelgamesh proclaimed in a heroic voice, “Rock on! I pity the soul that even begins to think about defeating me…the great Gelgamesh!”
“Be quiet, Gelgamesh,” Lord Vega ordered, “Let me finish the terms before you start rambling on about your victory.”
“I think that you should wait until I’m done rambling on about my victory before you start finishing the terms,” Gelgamesh defiantly replied.
“Why I ought to...”
“Now now boys, let’s play nice,” Vivendi said.
Vivendi truly was a captivating female, and as soon as her voice permeated the area, Gelgamesh immediately stopped talking and turned red in the face. Although he hated to admit it, Gelgamesh was madly in love with Vivendi. In fact, everyone in the overlord universe was in love with Vivendi. Her power came from the fact that she knew how much the men loved her, and she utilized seduction as her main weapon.
“Y-yes Vivendi, you’re right. We are acting like children. Now Lord Vega, let’s move on,” Gelgamesh bashfully stated to the audience, half of which was now snickering at his incredibly red face.
“Very well then, let us continue,” Vega went on, “As I was saying, you will each be given total control over a planet. It is your goal to establish a thriving and efficient civilization that defeats your competitors in three areas,” Lord Vega readjusted himself in his chair, “The area of intelligence will test how productive your intelligent life forms are. The technology, literature, and government that your planet’s inhabitants create will contribute directly to this section. The second section, efficiency, will test how well your planet is run, as well as how your resources are managed. The final area, power, is the most interesting category. At the end of the competition, each overlord will send out their most powerful troops to engage in all out war. The winner of this epic battle will receive top points in the area of power.”
“Very intriguing,” Loqious replied.
“I am totally going to rock that power contest in the face! I can taste the victory now…I can feel it…I can…ARGHHHHH,” Gelgamesh jumped out of his seat and started running around the room, smashing many items of furniture in the process. Gelgamesh periodically had adrenaline rush attacks that caused him to temporarily lose sight of reality. This was one of those attacks, and only a slippery spot on the tile floor was enough to bring him back to reality, which happened to come in the form of his entire body crashing onto the ground.
“Whoa…w-what’s going on?” Draylon was sleeping until the sound of a grandfather clock being smashed to bits stirred him, “Did I miss the meeting?” Draylon opened his eyes to see several broken objects all around, Gelgamesh lying on the floor moaning in pain, and several other overlords gazing around the room with a wide array of shocked expressions plastered across their faces.
“I don’t see how you could have missed the meeting; you were sitting there the entire time…weren’t you?” Lord Vega inquired.
“I was…resting,” Draylon replied shortly after letting out large yawn.
“How could you fall asleep when I, Lord Vega, the most powerful overlord in the galaxy, summoned you into his private quarters for a meeting of extreme importance?” Lord Vega said in an arrogant tone.
Draylon yawned again, “Oh, sorry about that.”
“You’re sorry? You just fell asleep at a crucial meeting and you can only muster up enough courtesy to say that you’re sorry?” Lord Vega gawked.
“What do you want me to say?” Draylon asked.
Lord Vega didn’t know what he would like Draylon to say.
“Kick his ass, Lord Vega,” Gelgamesh replied as he helped himself off of the floor.
“No, that won’t be necessary,” Lord Vega sighed, “Let’s just get this over with as quickly as possible. Now that the meeting has come near its conclusion, are there any questions?”
“Yes,” Draylon replied, “I still don’t know what’s going on. I was sleeping, remember?”
“I’m not going to tell you now. You should have paid attention when I presented your task the first time,” Vega said in a snobbish voice.
“Alright,” Draylon replied.
“You don’t care that I’m not telling you the terms?” Lord Vega asked in a puzzled tone.
“Not really, because I know that you’re going to have to tell me sooner or later. You’re just trying to force me to apologize for sleeping during the meeting by holding back the terms,” Draylon coolly stated.
“Why I…How dare you speak to me that way?! Now I’m definitely not going to reveal the terms to you!” Vega proclaimed, shocked.
“Well I’m sure I’ll find out sooner or later, so you can move on,” Draylon said.
“You have a lot of nerve Lord Draylon,” Lord Vega had regained his composure, “I usually do not put up with individuals like yourself, but I will have to make an exception this time.” In an effort to speed up the meeting before it degenerated into a brawl, Lord Vega explained the terms to Draylon, who attempted to keep a remotely interested look on his face during the proceedings.
“Alright then,” Lord Vega went on, “the competition will start in two days, so I suggest that you all start planning as soon as possible. Are the terms clear to everyone?”
Whittius spoke up for the first time, only to ask an incredibly complex and scientific question about the terms that no one else in the room understood.
Lord Vega, embarrassed and confused, attempted to answer the question, “Uh, well…I hadn’t given thought to that particular…thing...yet, but-”
Lord Gelgamesh interrupted the mumbling Lord Vega, “Shut up Whittius. No one wants to hear your crap at a time like this.”
Whittius shrugged and frantically started to scribble down notes in his notepad.
Gelgamesh took this opportunity to poke fun at Whittius, a rather scrawny looking overlord. “He’s probably drawing a picture of his mommy in that notebook with lots of hearts and other baby stuff. Why don’t you go cry home to mama before you get in our way, little baby boy? He probably has a bottle under his seat with warm milk, and…and a pacifier! What a little –”
“That’s enough Lord Gelgamesh. What is wrong with showing affection towards someone? If you ever get around to winning my love, I would hope that you would draw pictures of me with hearts,” Vivendi said after blatantly interrupting Gelgamesh.
“I don’t think he’s drawing a picture of his mom,” said Loqious as he glanced over the book’s cover and saw the intricate sketches and equations that littered the page.
“Whatever,” Gelgamesh said with an uninterested tone, “I’m still going to totally rock this contest. Now if you will all excuse me, I need some sleep so I can start planning tomorrow.” With that, Lord Gelgamesh strolled confidently out of the room and took the stairs to his quarters.
“I think that I will do the same,” Vivendi said in a seductive tone, “You boys will be good while I’m gone, right?”
Loqious and Draylon both shook their heads up and down enthusiastically while Whittius kept his head buried into the notebook. “Very well then,” Lord Vega presided to the remaining overlords, “this meeting is adjourned.”
After the meeting was over, Loqious remained in the room long after everyone else had left, staring straight ahead at the wall, which was decorated with a series of ornate patterns. Something about his short glance at Whittius’ notebook made him very nervous, although he wasn’t exactly sure why this strange feeling pervaded his thoughts. Next to a grouping of strange equations lay the figure of a body unlike anything that Loqious had ever seen before. This mysterious figure was so simple, yet so perfect in every way possible.
“Are you still in here, Loqious?” Lord Vega asked from the hallway that led into the majestic meeting room.
“Yes, but I was just leaving,” Loqious replied.
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As soon as Gelgamesh was out of the room, he ran up the stairs, took a sharp left at the top and entered his room. Even though he had no reason to be secretive about it, Lord Gelgamesh did not want any of the other competitors to know that he was starting to plan for his planet right away. While he didn’t know exactly what his planet would contain, he did know that it had to be totally awesome. Gelgamesh knew that he would lose the intelligence and efficiency categories, but nothing was stopping him from rocking the power contest.
After taking out a sheet of paper and drawing a few rough sketches to warm up, Gelgamesh proceeded to put his newly formed dream into action on the paper before him. The basic premise of his plan was to create vicious three headed dragons that roamed and ruled the planet. Gelgamesh had been thinking about the idea for a few minutes now, and he concluded that it was bulletproof. How can something so totally awesome possibly not be the base of the best planet in this contest?
“I’ll show that Whittius,” Gelgamesh mumbled to himself as he furiously colored in the flames coming out of the third dragon’s mouth. “He thinks that he’s so smart,” Gelgamesh went on, “but we’ll see how his boring life forms face off against my dragons!” Gelgamesh, even though he was vastly stronger than Whittius, still feared the young and awkward overlord more than anything. While he certainly didn’t express this fear to any others, something deep down inside of him told him that Whittius was not an overlord to be reckoned with, despite his small size and flabby arms.
After about twenty minutes of planning, Gelgamesh moved on from the world of appearance and into the first category, which was intelligence. The area of government posed a particularly worthy opponent to Gelgamesh’s plan of domination in the tournament. He struggled to think of government that could contain the awesome power of his three headed dragons. The answer (after an hour of careful and precise brainstorming) was awesomarchy. Awesomarchy was a very simple government that advocated constant power struggles in the Dragon Arena of Death for ultimate power over Dragonopia (the name of Gelgamesh’s new planet). After the initial dictator is initiated to the throne of Dragonopia, any one of the other dragons would then proceed to challenge his power in the Dragon Arena of Death. If a new dragon comes out on top, then that very same dragon is awarded with ultimate power, allowing him to unquestionably pass legislation and do other government things, none of which Gelgamesh possessed knowledge of.
The other two areas of the intelligence category did not bother Gelgamesh, who had already decided to burn all literature and discourage the development of new technology. Dragons could breathe fire and fly, rendering all other technological advancements completely useless. As for literature – the dragons simply would not have any time. Trying to overthrow the current leader was a constant task that left no time for writing books.
The efficiency section of the challenge was not important to Gelgamesh. As he looked over the contest breakdown and saw the efficiency table somewhere near the middle of the page, he scoffed and pictured his dragons mercilessly burning down the resources of other helpless planets. His dragons did not need any resources outside of the carnage left behind in the Dragon Arena of Death, making it a waste of time to sweat over the details on managing sustenance for his three-headed monsters.
“It’s snack time!” Gelgamesh yelled out to himself as he pulled out his chair and trudged over to the pile of meat on the ornate counter. Before he could indulge, however, a soft knock was heard on the door.
“Who dares to knock on the door of the Great Gelgamesh at this hour? I was just about to…fall asleep,” Gelgamesh said as he sadly walked away from the tasty snack towards the door.
There was no answer.
“You should have known that I would be sleeping at this hour. What makes you think that you can just waltz up here and knock on my door?” Gelgamesh opened the door and, to his surprise, found Vivendi leaving up against a pillar to the left of the door.
“I couldn’t sleep and I wanted someone to keep me company, but if you don’t want any visitors…”
“N-no, don’t be silly Viv-Vivendi, I thought that you were…Whi-Loq-Dray…lon?”
“I see,” Vivendi went on, “Don’t worry Gelgy, it’s just little old me.”
“G-Gelgy?” Gelgamesh spurted out.
“Yes, I created it last night when I was thinking of you,” Vivendi tossed her coat onto Gelgamesh’s shoulder and strolled inside, “Don’t you like it?”
“Well I…No one has ever…Yes I d-do like it, V-Vivendi,” Gelgamesh was extremely bashful in front of women, and their ranks equated to his greatest (and only) fear in the entire universe. He had expelled a race of mutant spiders from Xenon, defeated several of the most powerful overlords, and passed his pre-calculus exam in college, but the appearance of a female specimen still caused him much discomfort. There really was no reason to his fear of the female population; he simply could not speak to any of them without making a complete fool out of himself. Vivendi was different, however. Previous attempts to speak with other female overlords had somehow warranted loud grunts, anger attacks, or extremely awkward statements, but Vivendi’s presence left him completely speechless, decreasing his error percentage.
“Well that’s good news, I was afraid that you wouldn’t like it,” Vivendi said as she pulled down two wine glasses and gazed into Gelgamesh’s terrified eyes. “Would you like a drink, darling? We have some things to discuss.”
Chapter 2: Madness Ensues