Gnarl cackled as the last of the ropes were applied to the new captive. She was spread-eagle on a bed, her arms lashed to the headboard, and her legs tied to the bottom bed posts. By his estimations, which were never wrong mind you, the captive had at least a double-d chest. He watched as the beak was forced open, so a cloth could be tied in, taped up to further prevent her from speaking, and blindfolded. But why Gnarl didn't know. His master was planning something...but what?

“Don't think too hard Gnarl. Lest your mind sizzle into oblivion.” The Overlord said as he walked in.

“Sire, not that I'm doubting you, but why?” Gnarl asked a tad confused.

The Overlord chuckled as he mentioned of Gnarl to follow. The two walked away from the room, only for a several greens to show up and head in, camouflaging themselves as them went, adding more to Gnarl's confusion. The two walked until they got to the antechamber to the throne room.

“Before I returned here, Gnarl, I overheard some of...Celesita's guards speaking about some incident over in a land called Prance. Mind you, this was after I had gotten lost in that thrice damned caverns as a Soul.” The Overlord griped before continuing his tale. “How a supposed Emperor found something that has powered him up considerably.”

Gnarl instantly caught on and he did not like the image he was having.

“A tower object?! In the hands of a...a PONY?!” Gnarl said as he clutched his chest in pure shock.

The Overlord nodded grimly.

“Yes, I suspect as much. Considering that this supposed emperor has managed to conquer most of the lands there, its has to be one of two things.” The Overlord said. “A supercharged way-point gate from the past or a piece of the Infernal armor, or even both.”

Gnarl scowled at the thought of the most powerful piece of equipment in the hands of some snobbish, prissy pony! It made his stomach churn at the mere thought.

“That's why I'm expecting company here soon. If it is the waypoint gate, the emperor might be curious as to what's on the other side. If not, then the chance to gain some more powerful objects would be too much to pass up.”

Gnarl chuckled darkly.

“Ah, a trap then master. You expect this emperor pony to come here and demand the rest of the armor yes?” Gnarl crooned out with a toothy grin.

The Overlord shook his head.

“No. I don't expect this Emperor to be as stupid as you make him out to be Gnarl. No, he'll be sending a party here to either work out a treaty or make an demand that I surrender to him.”

Gnarl looked very perplexed about the whole idea.

“Master, forgive me, but aren't you putting just a little bit too much faith in this pony? For all you know, he may just send assassins down here!”

The Overlord laughed darkly as he looked at Gnarl.

“Those who forget the past are damned to repeat, Gnarl.” The Overlord said cryptically. “These ponies are re-living what my people did so many eons ago.”

With that, the Overlord entered the throne room, where the ceiling started to descend downward announcing the arrival of something or rather, some ponies.

OVMLP

Charming Bow-tie was a part to the ambassador of Prance's party for the negotiations that were to come. A small circle had come to life several days ago following the earthquake that struck the lands. The emperor believed the circle to a passageway to another world. Charming was not of the same thought, but still, what the emperor orders, they do.

Charming himself wore a blue vest coat was of the finest silk his money could afford, one that would make a certain Element go crazy over. He had a silver color for fur, a bow-tie and monocle for his cutie mark, a small tricone hat on his head, a cane in his right hand and long legging socks with black hoof-boots covering them.

Charming was shocked as he descended to the black marble ground. He had never seen such a ghastly place; the floor had rivers of lava flowing through them, statues of demons stood guard at the walls, their eyes glowing gold in the fire, several tiny beings, imps, he guessed ran around the place, several of them decked out in armor, others dressed as cleaning ladies. Once the last of the ambassador's party touched down, they turned to address the master of the place. They were met with a tiny being, who walked up holding a scroll.

The being coughed a few times before unfurling the scroll and speaking.

“Prezenting, the ambassador of Prissyland, home to emperor prissy broody!” The tiny being shouted making many of the other beings laugh riotously while the Ambassador started to sputter in outrage.

“NOW SEE HERE! I AM SIR SILVER TONGUE! AMBASSDOR TO HIS MOST ILLUSTRIOUS EMPEROR, NEIGHPOLEAN!” The ambassador thundered as two other beings walked out.

Charming took in a sharp breath; the size of the armored being was daunting! He easily stood at seven feet, maybe even eight! The armor itself was wicked looking, the helmet befitting of a tyrant, and the eyes...the hell red eyes that made Charming shudder in fright. The second being was smaller, but similar to the other tiny beings, only this one walked with a hunched back and a glowing rock over its head. It smacked the first tiny being upside the head before turning the Ambassador.

“Apologies for that one, the minions have very tiny brains Ambassador. I am Gnarl, minion master and devoted servant to the lord of this tower,” Gnarl explained before he cleared his throat. “Allow me to properly introduce you and your party to the master of the Nether-realm, Overseer of darkness, Ruler of the Abysses, Rescuer of the hives, and Maestro of chaos, The OVERLORD!”

The Overlord stepped forward, the single step quaking the entire tower as he made his way to his throne. Charming gulped before he hastily stepped back from the being as it made himself through the crowd. The being made it to the throne and sat down.
Once he was sitting, the Ambassador stepped forward with a scroll in hand. Charming took this moment to slink away from the group and escape the lookouts.

He was here for one reason and one reason only; to further his station by giving his Emperor powerful artifacts.

OVMLP

Charming hissed in annoyance as he left another room. Bare! Not a single item to be found! This Overlord was obviously very careful with his objects of power. He had no doubt hidden them.
Charming sat down on a rock to ponder his next move. It was then that he heard a low moan coming from the room beyond the door.

Now Charming, despite his name, had one big weakness. Flesh. Rather lust to be more accurate. He loved taking various women, willing and unwilling, to his bed and leaving them with nothing but shame after-wards. Here was a chance to get something for himself. He walked up to the door, pushed it open, and saw a sight that made happy tears exit his eyes.

For displayed on a bed was a creature he had never had the chance to lay; a female griffin. Here was one being offered up to him like a sacrifice, tied to the bed, moaning through a gag, and best of all, blind.

“Oh, the things I'm going to do to you. Once I'm done, you'll be begging for more from my friends.” Charming said sadistically as he began to remove his clothing.

Sadly, he forgot that the girl was not deaf, so she heard the every word. This prompted her to start struggling ferociously against her bondage.

OVMLP

Gilda had come to not too long ago, just a minute prior to Charming entering. She couldn't see, chalking it up as being blindfolded or in a very dark room. Second, she couldn't move her arms or legs, well, she could, but not very far before they caught and something dug into her arm or leg. She concluded that she was tied down to something. She also noted that she couldn't speak, only let out muffled noises.

Great...I'm tied down to something, can't see, and gagged. But how did I get here? All I recall was...Gilda thought before she drew a blank.

She couldn't recall what she was doing prior to being tied up. You see, readers, the fight was so gory and horrific, that Gilda's mind blocked it out completely, similar to what some victims of some heinous crime do after the deed is done.

But back to the situation at hand. Gilda heard a door open and moved her head in the direction of the noise.

“mmfgh?” She cried out, stifled it was.

What she heard made her heart stop cold.

“Oh, the things I'm going to do. Once I'm done, you'll be begging for more from my friends.” A voice, obviously male, said sinisterly.

Gilda's heart started to hammer against her chest as she heard the ruffling of clothes dropping to the ground.

“MMFH! GRFH! MHHHHHH~” Gild wailed as she struggled furiously against her bonds.

“Hush, little griffin, don't make a sound, Old Bow-tie will take you to town, and if you like the view, then we'll play it to every tune.” The male voice sang darkly before he began to laugh drowning out the muffled cries of fright.

OVMLP

Freddie Kruger the Green Chief snarled as he watched the pony prepare to...mate with the captured female his master had brought back. This was not going to stand. He quickly made several signs, alerting his second. The second nodded before he slunk away, got out the door, and raced down the halls to alert their master. Freddie proceeded to delay the offending pony.

Thanks to the darkness, it was a simple shift to trip the pony up onto the ground. He chuckled to himself mentally as the pony got up and showed his manhood to the greens. Freddie blinked.

That'z a dick? Lookz more like that limp spaghetti Mastah described when he always spoke of past. Freddie thought in shock before he watched another green tripped the pony up again.

OVMLP

The Overlord was barely containing his rage at the ponies that sat in front of him. They had come down here, handed him a sheet of paper, and had the gall to make demands of him, HIM! The God of the Infernal Abyss, Master of Hell itself, Ruler of Darkness, and every other title he had.

The Overlord looked at the sheet once more looking at the three big things on the so-called treaty.

Surrender all lands, monies, and females to Prance's rightful emperor.
Subject the 'Minions' to the noble houses to be used as work slaves.
Bow low to the Emperor when he comes to inspect his new home.

The last one was the ultimate insult to the Overlord. He was about to send his minions to attack the party, when a Green rushed in. The green quickly clambered up the side of of his throne, got close to where his right ear was, and whispered in it feverishly. The Overlord listened intently before his eyes went wide in shock and then narrowed in anger.

He was considered many things that were considered dark by many. He was a monster, an evil despot, a demon, but there was one thing the Overlord could not stand and that was being classified as a Rapist. He held pride that all of the females he had in the past all came to his bed willingly and not because he threatened them. He abruptly stood up, making many of the party gasp in shock as he laid the sheet on the table.

“My friends, a dire matter must be dealt with. I will return shortly. In the meantime, Gnarl shall continue to look over the sheet you have so generously provided me with.” The Overlord said as he left the room, his task master taking over fluidly.
It was time to spring his hidden trap.

OVMLP

Freddie was getting antsy. He was running out of ideas to stop the pony from harming the pretty lady. The banana peel trick seemed to break the pony mentally so he was now just rushing to the bed. The pony managed to get the blindfold off just as a rake end smacked him back. Freddie was ready to pounce on the recovering pony when a blast of fire came from the doorway and intercepted the mad pony. Freddie sighed in relief before settling back to enjoy the show.

OVMLP

Charming was a little peeved at the powers that be. Every step he had taken was thwarted due many obstacles. He had had enough so he had bum-rushed the tied down griffin and managed to get the blindfold off revealing the scared eyes when another object smacked him back across the room. Charming roared before he rushed again, a wild gleam in his eyes.
The wild nature, however, was overruled by a stream of fire entering his path. Charming turned to rage at the person who had cast the fire, but the words died in his throat as a metal gauntlet wrapped around it. He saw the metal being, the Overlord, he recalled as he was lifted up into the air to meet the being's eyes.

“I tolerate certain other desires one might have,” The Overlord said in a neutral tone. “But there are limits to my to tolerance.”

He looked down at the bound and gagged griffin before looking back at Charming. His voice was no longer neutral, but carried an icy fire.

“You have just reached that tolerance. Abducting someone who was injured by her fellow clan members from the infirmary, tying her down, and then attempting to force yourself onto her. That is where my limit ends and my rage erupts.”

Charming tried to speak, but the squeeze the hand was putting on him was too strong. All that came out was a gurgle of panic. The Overlord kept on squeezing, channeling his own magic into the offending pony, hoping to give a proper demonstration to his watcher, the griffin. She laid there still, watching in fear and awe at the armored being, holding the would-be rapist in his grip.
Soon, The Overlord saw the veins swelling and knew that time was running out for this one.

“You feel that? It's my magic, causing your blood pressure in your head to sky-rocket.” The Overlord said with a sinister grin, hidden by his helmet. “Soon, the pressure will become too much and you'll...pop like a cork.”

THAT made Charming struggle hard. He didn't want to die! He had so much to live for! To see the lands beyond Prance, spend days out in fine dining, rub elbows with nobility, and see if Celestia and Luna of Equestria really were goddess. Sadistically, the Overlord squeezed even tighter, his magic becoming visible to Gilda and Charming. They were stunned at the black aura that was surrounding the silver armor. Gilda was no expect on magic, but she could see that this was black magic and that it was so dark, it even warped light around the Overlord. This made him make him seem like the very angel of death himself.

Charming was struggling fiercely to get free from the Evil one's grip. He clawed at the armor, kicked the chest, pleaded with his eyes, but nothing he did alleviated him from the grip. The pounding that was once faint had now become a massive roar of pain.
Charming got out one wheezing shriek before he felt a release of the pressure.

Then, nothing more.

OVMLP

Gilda watched in horror as the head of the pony exploded, sending flesh, blood, bone, and brain splattering onto the walls. The Armored being had taken the brunt of the explosion, the armor coated in the aftermath. He let go of the now headless body, watching it drop the floor in a slump. He then turned to Gilda who began her struggling anew.

The armored being visibly cringed at seeing the reaction, but did not blame the griffin. She was the object of an attempted rape. He spoke soothingly, his demonic voice uncharacteristically gentle.

“It's alright, I just want to get you free from the bonds that pony put onto you.”

While the tone was heard, Gilda still struggled against her bonds, terrified. The Overlord frowned, this wasn't what he was expecting. He noticed that Gilda was looking at his arm in fear and he understood.

Slowly, so as not to spook her anymore then she was, the Overlord moved his hands over his gauntlets. He slowly removed the right, then the left before holding up his hands.

This had calmed Gilda down considerably, but she still shook with fear as the Overlord went about undoing her bonds. Her arms were freed, but she did not move them. The Overlord took notice of this and knew that she was at the least, traumatized. He then undid the bindings on her legs, being careful on touching her lest she freaked out.

Soon, the legs were free, leaving the gags left. A simple slice and the black material over her mouth was cut free. He got it off before untying the knot in the cleave gag and freeing her mouth.

Instantly, Gilda was on top of the Overlord, sobbing and hugging him like a lifeline. The Dark master sat stock still for a few seconds before he wrapped his arms around the sobbing griffin. He stroked her wings/back soothingly as she sobbed.
He didn't know how long he held her, but soon the sobs lessened and she curled up against him. The Overlord just continued his ministrations until he heard soft snoring emanating from the Griffin.

Gently, he pried himself away from her, causing her to whimper slightly. Acting quickly, he gave her an old plush toy of his and she calmed right down. Standing up from the bed, he reattached his gauntlets and slipped out with the remaining greens.
Once the door was closed, he stood stock still. The Greens looked at him, nervous, waiting, and wondering. They started to speak amongst themselves.

“Mastah waz mad, very very mad.”

“Mastah hatez what bad pony tried to do. Hatez it with passion.”
“Mastah alright?”

“Noez, Mastah remembering.” Freddie said solemnly.

That made the minions fall silent. They knew what lurked underneath the skin of their master; a true monster if one ever saw one.

The only time it had been shown was when Barong had insulted his dead race. That was the first and last image of the God that the Dragon Emperor saw. Now, it was threatening to come out once more.

The greens were spooked when a long hum erupted from the Overlord's position. It vibrated their minds and bones, making them realize that an order was being given through the gauntlet. The order was clear.

Capture the ambassador's party.

OVMLP

Gnarl was doing everything in his power not to have the minions simply tear the party before him apart. They're incessant whining was grating his nerves down and their demands. Ludicrous! As if the Overlord would even think of giving these ponies all of his!
It was then that Gnarl felt a low thrumming go through his old bones. He instantly knew that the Overlord was commanding through the gauntlet. The browns stopped what they were doing and looked toward their master had gone.

Silver tongue took no note of this as he huffed and spoke haughtily.

“I say, what are those imps doing there, Gnarl? We have negotiations to finish, man!” Silver chided.
Gnarl chuckled darkly as the browns received their orders.

“Yes, we do don't we?” Gnarl asked with a dark smile. “Sadly, you'll have to accept the new deal the master has put together.”

The browns were upon the party in a flash, ripping, tearing, stabbing and scratching. Mares screamed in horror as the men were taken down before they were corralled. Gnarl cackled as the Overlord returned, but the cackling was cut off at the waves of dark magic coming off the master.

“Master, what has earned your ire?” Gnarl asked, a bit afraid.

The Overlord looked at his friend before turning on the party.

“One of these...ponies found our recovering patient in the infirmary,” The Overlord said, his voice edged by rage. “He saw fit to abduct her, take her to one of my rooms, and attempted to force himself onto her.”

Gnarl and the many minions hissed. They may be Evil, but they had standards! Forcing oneself onto another, unwilling partner was a very big no-no.

“For that pony's actions, I killed him.”

The head of party sputtered but the Overlord spoke over him.

“This party will suffer in his stead. Take them away!”

The minions started to haul off the captured but not before Silver Tongue screamed out.

“YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS! YOU WILL HAVE ALL OF PRANCE DOWN UPON YOU WHEN THEY REALIZE WE'RE MISSING!”

The Overlord chuckled darkly as Silver Tongue was dragged away.

“Torture them for any information on Prance Gnarl. Use everything you got. Make sure only a few die, I have needs for the rest.”

Gnarl nodded eagerly as he trailed after the others with a bounce in his step. Ah, Evil never felt so Good!

Author's Note

Sorry for the long wait. Memorial Day is a big deal to my family. Enjoy and leave a comment!

Thanks to Akashic Brony for allowing me to use his Prance from his story. To see more of it, check it out below:
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/172246/lunacy-of-love