The country of the Griffins was peaceful, sunny, and…Hot. Inexplicably hot. Despite their country being built into the mountain ranges, they were a desert. Many had theories as to why this was ranging from Discord’s first reign to the Ascension of Luna and Celestia to the Griffins themselves angering the Sun Deity, Ra.
They could not be further from the truth.

What really happened was the War of Simisera, the Griffin capital in the year eight thousand BE (Before Equestria.). That was the time of the Overlord, then the Overlad’s, first rise to power.

He had stormed the capital with a minion force of fifty, several weapons that had been forged in times long since lost, and laid their armies low. The catapult laid siege to the walls while a battering ram by the name of Grond was used to smash right through the doors.

The two weapons alone caused massive damage to the city and to the armies. Over four thousand soldiers were killed out of total of ten thousand by the catapults. Another five hundred were killed due to them getting to close to Grond after it smashed the door where another five hundred were killed by the heavy wrought iron gates fell upon them.

Grond was a dual purpose weapon; the wolf head acted as a flamethrower powered by the Red minions. Grond laid low several thousand before being stalled out due to the griffins finally destroying a wheel. But by then it was too late. Many of the armies had retreated in disarray due in part to several commanding officers being dead or dying.
After that it was just a matter of clean up for the Overlad.

But that was when the two sides discovered Grond’s hidden effect. You see, The Overlad made various runes on the wood and inside the mouth to channel the heat and disperse safely. Sadly, the runes were used had a secondary function that no one knew.
It turned Grond into a ticking time bomb.

How they knew of this? Simple. The blasted thing blew up just before the Overlad and his forces took the capital. The magical discharge caused the fire of the Reds to be supercharged. This result changed the weather for the worse. It became unbearably hot despite being in the valley of the mountains.

That was then, this was the now.

In the still hot air, the earth cracked, trembled, and groaned, as a tower of black onyx rock erupted out of the ground and unfurled like a dark flower against the ground. In a flash of black lightning, the Overlord emerged in his visage of evil with three Reds, four Browns, and three Greens at his side and all eager to serve.

OVMLP

A griffin grunted as she placed the wrench she had down. She cursed the heat, making her feathers stick to her as she sweated. Getting the blasted motor for the lights to start was always a freaking pain in the tail. An armored Griffin moved by and looked at her working.

“Everything alright there, Gilda?” The guard asked stiffly to which Gilda grunted.

“Yeah, it is Steelfeather…NOT. The fracking motor is refusing to work with me and just when I think I got it, it bl-” Gilda began to rant when the motor blew up and covered her in soot and smoke. She blinked comically a few seconds before swearing. “Farringdon damn it!”

The guard cringed at the swear words and rage the female griffin showed. Now he saw why many of the men never went after Gilda; however, she did have a hot rear and very…appealing assets.

“Hey. HEY. HEY DWEEB! EYES UP HERE STEEL!” Gilda shouted making him come back to Earth.

“Uh, sorry sir! I mean, ma’am, I mean…” Steel flustered out before he was hit in the head by a large monkey wrench.
Gilda looked down at Steelfeather and growled.

“Get me a couple of fuses, a new motor shell, and a magical gem from the main warehouse. Oh and get me a chocolate latte too, I’m going to be working all night to get this damn thing to work.”

Steelfeather got up from the ground with a groan, saluted, and hurried off to get the parts and drink. Gilda sighed before she began cleaning up the debris from the explosion.

She didn’t see several red daemons like beings above her running in the same direction of Steelfeather.

OVMLP

Inferno looked at his squad of three before he cleared his throat.

“Fires, wez been tasked with important job. Make mayhem for the Lion-Birds camp so that the green and browns can get the totem!” Inferno said. “Let the world burn!”
“LET THE WORLD BURN!” was the war cry.

The group set up looking over the camp and Inferno spat out a glob of fire from his mouth. He looked at his brothers, saw that they had done the same he had done, and smirked.

“FER THE OVERLORD!” Inferno called out, his voice lost in the high winds of the mountain canyon as he threw the fireball.
The lone fire ball was not alone with three others behind it. The landed on the first tent and set it ablaze. The fire rapidly ate through the fabric before it made contact with the contents, which were several boxes.

The boxes were filled with fuel for the motors that Gilda was working on and on the side in big, black, bold letters were:

CAUTION! EXTREMELY FLAMABLE! NO OPEN FLAME!

Another fireball touched the first box, followed by a second, and third. The balls of fire lit the box up and slowly began to burn through it. Once the wood was weakened enough, a still burning piece fell into the black soupy liquid.
There was silence before the air became heated to at least the surface of the sun.

The explosion was glorious to say the least.

Inferno watched the massive wall of fire spread throughout the camp, the frenzied screams of raw recruits, the panicked voices of generals barking orders, and the smell, oh the smell! It was heavenly; the smell of burnt meat, mixed in the whiff of burnt fur and vomit.

It was beautiful.

OVMLP

The explosion set off a shockwave that Gilda felt through the Earth.

“What in the name of Ra?!” Gilda shouted, the earth making her shake up and down.

She turned her heard skyward and saw a large mushroom cloud hanging over the campsite. She hurried off to see what was going on.

OVMLP

The Overlord smirked under his helmet as he heard the blast. He looked down as his force of browns and greens before nodding. Mad cackling was his answer. The Overlord journeyed into the now evacuated lab and sighed at the sight of the first totem. It was a godsend. He hurriedly directed three browns to grab the totem. The three eagerly went off on their work, grabbing the heavy stone by the bottom, and lifted it up easily.

Despite their size, the Minions were very strong. They began the task of getting the totem back to the tower gate before anyone could notice of the theft.

Obviously the Griffs were studying the totems to see if they were ancient powerful artifacts that could help them regain their lands taken by Celestia and her sister hundreds of years after his fall.

Thankfully, they had not begun to dissect the thing when the explosions occurred. In the confusion, the scientists had rushed out, leaving it like a ripe fruit ready to be picked. So that's what they did; picked the totem and hurried back to the netherworld gate.
The Overlord watched with satisfaction as the totem was placed on a way point Gateway and sent it back to the Tower. It vanished in a sea of white light before a ding was heard.

A crackle in his head made him jerk a little as his eldest friend spoke.

“Master? Are you there? This thing is still grubby,” Gnarl said before he blew on whatever he was using. “There! That’s better. I see you got the first totem, Sire. That means more minions!”

“Indeed. I’m summoning out some Blues and more Reds. Judging by that explosion…we may be able to slay everyone here, after all Gnarl.”

“Ah, I feel all warm and ticklish at the thought, O master of the Vile Deed; However, do see if you can grab a maiden please? The place is getting rather whiffy…again.”

The Overlord shook his head and laughed.

“You just want to get someone into that Leather Maid outfit from my people’s time. Old pervert.”

Gnarl’s voice sounded scandalous.

“Master! Calling me old is one thing, but a pervert is quite another!” Gnarl snapped in irritation.

There was a slight pause before a trombone crackled over the headset. The noise was enough to give the Overlord a headache.

“I’m a super ultra pervert!”

The Overlord could only shake his head for two things; to clear the headache he had just gotten and at his friend’s antics.

“Never should have let you read the Naruto Saga, now you’re sounding like Jiraya, Gnarl.”

The only answer he got was a huff before the speaker…thing…went off.

OVMLP

Gilda flew to the camp with haste. There were more explosions now indicating one thing and one thing only.

An attack.

She coughed as she flew into a smoke cloud, realized that she could not fly with the wind now having shifted, and began to descend.

Once she cleared the smoke clouds, she wished she could fly above the heavy smoke again. The camp was a war-zone; she could hear the cries of those dying, burning, and scared. She looked around in shock before seeing a large figure in metal armor, hellish red eyes, and commanding several smaller beings. The beings were moving the crane that was used to exhume some artifacts that predated their empire. She flew down, grabbed a pike, took to the air again until she was above the being. She let out a war cry as she dove down, the pike raised to drive itself into the head.

The being looked skyward and had a look of astonishment if the slight widening of the eyes was anything to go by.

OVMLP

The Overlord watched as the crane was loaded up onto the portal gate. He nodded in approval as the crane was teleported back to the Tower to aid in the reconstruction.

A sudden scream entered his ears and he looked up. He was a bit startled to see a female Griffin, a rather hot one Gnarl noted vocally, descending on him with a large pike in her hand.

The scream of metal against metal echoed making the minions look up and race over to help their master. They came to see their master with the pike's point in his hand. They started forward when he bellowed.

“STAY BACK!” The Overlord snarled as he began to push back against the griffin.

The minions stopped dead and watched their master send the female back onto the ground. She snarled as she brandished the pike indicating that she was part of the Military. The Overlord simply unsheathed his sword and held his blade limply by his side. The griffin, seeing him resting, sneered.

“You sure you know how to use that thing?” She demanded pointing at his sword.

The Overlord smirked; this was just too easy!

“Sure I do. First, I whip it out, and then I thrust it with great force. Every angle, it penetrates all the while getting coated in fluids. Until, with great force, I ram it in. In the end, we’re both satisfied and then you are set free!” The Overlord said.

Gnarl’s voice sputtered a bit over the speaker thing before letting roaring laughter come out of his mouth. The only thing that matched his laughter was the minions’ laughter. The Overlord chuckled darkly at the confused looked on the Griffin’s face.

“Think over my words very~ carefully.”

The griffin relaxed a bit and gained a bit of a thinking face. The Overlord leaned against the sword in the ground. He watched as the griffin’s face went from puzzlement, to slow deciphering, to realization, and finally to sheer embarrassment. He burst out in loud laughter at the face.

Her face got so red that it could rival a Red minion’s face. She glared at the laughing Overlord and screeched as she bum rushed him.

The Overlord stopped laughing, snapped his blade up and cut clean through the wood of the pike. He further related by punching the female in the face, sending her sprawling onto her back with her wings flared out as she clutched her face in pain.
A whistling sound made the Overlord pause before he ducked just as an arrow flew over where his head once was. He looked up to see four more griffins, each holding a crossbow in their talons.

“And here I thought this was a private party, my dear,” Overlord said solemnly before it turned dark again. “However, I think I can play with your friends.”

Three of them dropped their crossbows, withdrew swords from their scabbards, and charged. The fourth one held back, waiting. The Overlord lazily lifted the blade, met the trio of swords with a screech of metal, and the fight began.

The left Griffin slashed wildly at the right of the Overlord, who countered it by switching the blade to his right hand, parried before he returned the blade to his left hand and blocked the other two swords.

The quartet did this back and forth, flashes of metal catching the sun being the only way Gilda and the other griffin could keep up. The Overlord just simply countered each attack by switching the sword from hand to hand, easily anticipating the movement of the others. He chuckled darkly as he met the three blades once more.

“Word of advice? Stop using the standard attacks you were taught and use the unorthodox ones,” The Overlord said as he spun around and parried the left, switched his blade arm back, stopped the right blade before he gripped the hilt, brought it up over his head, and stopped the middle.

The three flew back, looked at one another before nodding. The left one shifted his weight as he let his tail coiled around the hilt of his blade with the right one doing the same thing.

What happened was far too fast for the Minions, the fourth griffin and Gilda to catch; the three took the skies and bombarded the Overlord.

Said being was now regretting saying anything because he kept on getting nicked, his armor stopping the attack, but it left some deep gouges on his armor which made him pissed off.

Soon though, he was a blur of movement, easily countering the assaults making the three shocked at how fast the armored being had gotten their pattern down.

The lone griffin on the ground rushed forward hoping to cleave the Overlord in two while he was warding off the others. He was caught off-guard when the Overlord managed to speed away and get behind him.

“Not too shabby. You gained control of my central line for a moment. But you’re still as slow as an Equestrian Pegasus.” The Overlord taunted.

That made the ground griffin seeing red; he came from a family who had been stripped of everything in the war against the Ponies and thus had taken the oath of revenge against them. To be compared to a winged horse was…damning to his pride and family honor.

Not thinking clearly, he rushed forward, using his wings to propel himself with greater force. However, he underestimated the distance and as a result, got a metal fist to the side of his face. There was a sickening crunch from the impact and he knew no more. The now lifeless body had gone tumbling from the impact as the Overlord grabbed the airborne sword. He spun around, parried the other two, and began to fight them again.

“Faster! Try and destroy my focus!” The Overlord bellowed as he slashed at the two.

The left one managed to bank hard to the left, the right one…wasn’t so lucky. He had gotten his wing punctured by the second blade and he fell to the ground with a limp wing. The Overlord capitalized on the opportunity, placed the steel sword in the ground, and grabbed the head of the offender.

He raised the downed Griffin up to his eye level. The griffin looked into the beings red eyes and saw something that terrified him.
He saw his home, awash with burning hot fire. Young, old, mother, child, father, husband and wives all screaming as the tiny beings he saw chase them down and ended their lives in a flash of teeth and of steel. Entrails were taken from the still living and wrapped around the neck of the person. The persons were chocked to death by their own guts.

All of that didn’t matter to the soldier as he looked at the lone figure in the distance, slowly approaching him.

Walking down the now destroyed street, carrying a griffin in his grip, was the Overlord. The Griffin soldier let out a strange cry as he saw it was his wife who was struggling in his grasp. The Overlord’s booming laughter echoed in the calliope of screams and death.

“The Blackest Night falls from the skies, The darkness grows as all life dies, I crave your power and demise, By my dark hand, Evil shall rise!” He roared as he snapped the neck of the soldier’s wife.

There was a scream erupting from somewhere as the homes faded away. The Soldier realized that it was him screaming.
He was soon brought to reality, still screaming, and he barely noticed a searing pain in his torso. Soon though, he looked down and saw half of his body was melted into a pile of goo made up of fur and intestines. He looked back into the being’s eyes as he felt his life force slipping away from him.

Soon, the light in his eyes died as the rest of his body melted into the puddle below, his life force entering the Overlord who sighed in delight.

“Like a fine wine, life force is perfect when chilled by despair.” He said with a small chuckle.

A bellowing cry brought the Overlord back to the present fight. He looked up and got slashed in the face, the metal face mask protecting him, but the blade nicked his forehead a little causing blood to start flowing out.

The Overlord snarled as he parried the second blade, before he began his counter-offensive. He slashed, thrusted, parried, and sliced in every direction like a wild animal. The poor griffin could barely stand up to the mad assault. For the first five strikes, he was fine defending the attack of the Overlord, but soon the tyrant feinted right before slashing to the left, cutting off the tip of the Griffin’s tail.

The scream, the blood, and the fury were too much for Gilda. She passed out in shock; lucky girl. The overlord took advantage of the crying griffin.

He grabbed the steel sword in his other hand, slashed across the belly of the caught griffin, and stabbed the blade back into the ground before he shoved his arm in the griffin’s stomach.

The griffin let out a shriek of pain as he felt his intestines ripped out of him. He felt his blood escaping his body before the other arm entered through the new hole in his stomach.

The shriek returned higher in pitch as a burning sensation flowed through his body, turning his insides to ash, his brain to mush, bones to glass, blood became solid, and eyes melted away in white rivers.

The body began to collapse in on itself, as if there was some small internal gravity. Soon the body was the size of an iron ball, the same iron ball that was connected to a chain and used to keep prisoners from getting too far away.

The intestines themselves became calcified, but were hard as steel itself. The Overlord smirked beneath his helmet as he tested the makeshift weapon.

“A little stiff, but nothing a workout can't fix.” He chuckled out.

He hissed in pain as a bolt pierced his shoulder armor. He glared up at the remaining Griffin warrior before he reached up and broke the shaft in half. He tossed the half he had broken off away before making a come hither motion.

The griffin did not oblige. He simply loaded another bolt, aimed, and fired. The Overlord ducked to the left before he growled.

“REDS! BRING THAT BIRD DOWN!” The dark tyrant thundered.

The group of reds cackled madly as they spat out several globs of fireballs and lobbed them at the airborne prey. The lone griffin was now hard pressed into avoiding the projectiles. Due to this, he was no longer able to shoot straight at the armored being. He looked down at one lone red, found a pause in the dodging and weaving, took aim and got ready to squeeze the trigger.
A mistake. One that cost him big time. Something akin to the wreaking ball the construction Griffins used smashed into his face and he lost his grip on the crossbow he had. He drunkenly flew around, trying to get his bearings back when he smelled something burning. He looked over his shoulder and saw his wing ablaze with red orange fire.

He let out a yell of shock before he fell to the ground, rolling, haphazardly beating and patting his wing in an effort to put the fire out. The Overlord watched on, his gauntlet hand holding the makeshift chain to the ball taut and ready.

Soon the fire was put out and the Griffin stood back up. He turned to face his adversary but got a face-full of a cannon ball again. He heard the crunch of keratin and felt warm blood coat his feathers.

His beak had been crushed in and now served as a fountain of blood. He clutched the spot, covering most of his face in the process. Following that, he blindly groped for his blade. His hand grasped the leather hit of his own blade, grabbed his sword and wildly swung the blade around, hoping to get a hit.

He missed, spectacularly. He kept up with the assault before feeling something slash his arm following by the loss of a limb. He chanced a look through his talons and saw the arm that held the sword was cut clean off. He stared in shock before he let out a scream of pain.

He kept on screaming for five minutes straight before the Overlord finally had enough.

“Oh, do shut up!” The Overlord snarled as swung the organic ball and chain over his head before sending it in a downward strike.

The ball hit its mark; the force from the swing caved the griffin's head in, splatting brain matter, skull fragments, and blood everywhere. Most of it landed on the Overlord's armor, as every minion cheered wildly at the messy display. The Overlord raised his arms over his head in a victory pose.

After embracing the fire of victory for a small amount of time, he turned his eyes to the now unconscious female griffin and pondered a bit. He spoke to Gnarl.

“Prepare a room, Gnarl. I have found...a potential slave.” The Overlord said, hesitant to tell the lecherous old Minion.

“Splendid, Master! I'll have a room prepared immediately for her! Shall she be tied down to the bed, gagged and without clothes master?” Gnarl asked in a hopeful tone.

The Overlord nodded.

“Yes...but remember Gnarl she is mine and mine alone. Should I find out, you've been sneaking helpings of her chest to yourself...I'll draw, quarter, strip you of your manhood, tiny though it is and be using your pieces in the smelter for my next bit of armor.”

The gulp was all the answer he needed from his minion master. He reached down, picked the Griffin female up, before tossing her over his shoulder. He sent the minions back to the tower before he himself stepped onto the portal. With a crash of lightning, he vanished and the gate itself, furled back into itself and went back into the earth, sealing it up as it vanished.

Author's Note

Well, there we go. Sorry for it being so late for an update. College finals were eating up my time so i didn't have a lot of time to work on this and spot any mistakes. If there are some, please let me know! Leave a comment they keep me motivated!