Gilda woke with a start; she looked around rapidly, confusion and panic flooding her. In her panic, she fell off the bed she was on with a clatter. This brought two beings, one a brown, the other a slightly taller Blue running into the room.

“Wheezer, Griffin girl awake!” The brown said.

Wheezer gave a snort.

“Thank you for that Lt. Obvious,” Wheezer snapped. “Now get out so that I can explain!”

The brown nodded hurriedly as he rushed out. Wheezer sighed as he waved his hand, a light glow emanating from it. The glow encompassed Gilda, calming her down enough to where her mind caught up to her body. The glow also put her back up on the bed and covered her up. She recalled what happened and promptly froze.

“I...I...I was nearly...nearly...” Gilda began to stammer before Wheezer was over at her side and laying a claw on her shoulder.

“Easy there, girl...easy,” Wheezer said soothingly. “What's your name?”

“G-Gilda.” Gilda answered before she curled up into a ball and began to sob.

Wheezer sighed; this was going to take a while.

“Gilda, a lovely name. I'm Wheezer, head healer and an on again, off again aide to the dark one of this tower. I deeply apologize for what nearly happened in our home. We had no idea that one of those Prissy ponies from Prance was a rapist,” Wheezer said. “I myself, however, am glad that you are all right.”

Gilda's sobbing calmed down a bit, looked up at Wheezer through tear stained eyes, and gulped before she spoke.

“Why am I here?”

He cringed; he hated to give this poor girl more bad news but the Overlord was busy torturing those other ponies along with Gnarl.

“You were brought here by our Master, The Overlord. You might recall how he saved you from that pony. Anyways, some of your friends from the camp attempted to...ahem, rape you as well.” He explained.

Wheezer saw Gilda's eyes shrink in shock before she started shuddering. He soothingly rubbed her back calming her down some, resuming his tale.

“Luckily, the Master came unto your group just before they did the deed. He hates rapists with a vengeance you know, gives all us proper Evil Doers a bad name.” Wheezer said.

Not to mention bring up some very bad memories of the end days of Master's race. He thought as he continued to explain.

“There was a brief skirmish with the Overlord coming out as the victor. You had passed out long before no thanks to those rotten birds. You had some bruises on you, so the master decided to bring you back here to get you treated,” he said. “However, before myself and some of the Blues could do that, we had that party from Prance to deal with. The rest is history as you know.”

As they were talking, Wheezer was casting various diagnostic magics and charms to see the health of the Griffin girl.

Gilda rubbed her arms as a cold shiver passed over her as Wheezer worked. That was probably why she couldn't recall much of anything, she was out cold. But she did recall of the pony and that alone made her shudder. But the image of the Overlord...if the being in metal was him...filled her up with gratitude.

“This overlord...is he dressed in all metal?” Gilda asked shyly.

Wheezer paused in his casting, smiled at her kindly, and nodded. Gilda returned the smile as she slid off the bed, got up, and stretched a little. She looked at Wheezer, frowning when the Blue looked the other way.

“Wheezer? What's wrong?” Gilda asked confused.

He coughed a bit.

“Apologies, it's just that...when the Master found you, your clothes were casualties of those four.”

Gilda stood there confused until she looked down and gave out a small yelp at the sight of her twins. She quickly covered her spots before looking at the medical minion. She was a little miffed but knew that it wasn't the minion's fault. She sighed before looking at the medical captain.

“You guys got anything for me to wear?”

The head healer chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head.

“Well...Gilda, yes we do...its just that...ehem, its...ah...” Wheezer began to stammer.

Gilda groaned mentally.

“It's something skimpy isn't it...” Gilda deadpanned.

The head healer chuckled sheepishly.

“We've been asleep for over two thousand years, most of the clothes that we had were eaten by moths or time made them into dust. The only thing that survived was...well, this...” Wheezer said as he brought forth a plastic bag with something black in it.

Gilda took a look and stifled a groan; it was a maids outfit of some unknown material. She took the package by wrapping her tail around it.

“Hey Wheezer...do me one little favor will ya?” Gilda asked in a sweet tone.

“Of course, I'll leave right away.” He said.

Gilda sighed in relief as the healer left. She took the outfit out from the package and set about getting dressed.

OVMLP

Gilda poked her head out and saw Wheezer. The old minion was holding a pair of high heeled shoes, designed with her lion's paws in mind. She wordlessly took them and put them on before stepping out.

The maid outfit clung to her body, pushing her chest up and making it look slightly larger then normal. The stockings latched onto the bottom of the skirt which barely covered her down there. The high heels made her a lot taller, but still under a good five inches of the Overlord's height.

“Are you sure this was the only thing you had for me to wear?” She demanded.

Wheezer nodded sadly.

“Yes, it was. Sorry, Mistress.” He said with a rub of his long ears.

“Mistress?”

Wheezer chuckled.

“Ah, its the term we use for a female in our tower. They are treated as queens or princesses while they stay here. Come now, Master and Gnarl are probably done with the ponies.”

Gilda followed after the being awkwardly, curious as to what the Overlord was like personality wise.

OVMLP

When Wheezer saw the guard outside of the playroom, he knew that his master had left, if the whimpering, sobbing and pleas were anything to go by. He spoke something in Minionese to which the minion guard replied. The reply made him sigh and thanked the guard. He turned to the mistress of the tower before grunting as one of his old war wounds acted up.

“Apologies, Mistress, but The Overlord has retired for the day to his...den. You could go in there, but the master might not be in the best of moods. Viper can attest to that...poor minion is still recovering from the burns.” Wheezer said before Gilda interrupted.

“Wheezer, that guy saved my ass...both figuratively and literally. I'm going in there to show my thanks and if I get attacked for it well, I guess I asked for it.” Gilda said coolly. “So help me, I'm going to find that guy and thank him! And you're going to help me find him!”

It was around that time that Gnarl walked up, holding a box of deep fried blubber nuggets, still fresh after two thousand years. The torture had gone well; the Master's knowledge of Acupuncture was greatly respected. Who knew that tiny spaces that moved constatnly in the bodies could prove to be painful when the metal needle was twanged? It was purely Brilliant!

He came up just as Gilda started chewing into Wheezer. Gnarl to say the least was shocked as she finished. No one ever talked to minions like that! Other then the Overlord of course. Oh, she was going to be a perfect mistress indeed! Wordlessly, he hobbled up to the two.

“I believe that you are looking for the master, Ma'am?” Gnarl said making the two look at him, Gilda in fright, Wheezer in calmness.

“Yes, Gnarl, wese were.” Wheezer said.

Gnarl nodded.

“Right then, follow me!”

The trio left the hallways and headed for the private den of the Overlord.

OVMLP

Gnarl came upon a massive onyx two part door with Gilda and Wheezer in tow. The aged Minion mumbled something causing several runes along the door to light up. Gilda looked at the various runes in amazement, she had never seen anything like them.
They read:

Loquimini veritatem, unusquisque cum intrare domain nomen Tenebrarum
(Speak the True Name of the Dark one to enter his domain.)

Gnarl caught Gilda looking and gave a cough.

“Never mind that...just a load of hogwash the Master thought of. Password protected he said. Now, I've keyed you in so you can enter without having to speak the password.” Gnarl explained to her. “Simply step in. He'll be sitting in the center of the room. Now if you excuse me, Wheezer and I need to go and make sure our 'guests' don't die until the Master is ready again.”

The two headed off into the halls of the dark tower leaving Gilda to stare at the door for a few minutes. It wasn't that she was scared...far from it; she was...anxious to say the least. She had asked Gnarl about the Overlord in general; what his likes were, his dislikes, his hobbies and the biggie at least to her. What was he like under all the armor.

Gnarl had answered the best he could; The Overlord liked a lot of things, weaponry, trophies, and he especially liked anything that was beautiful, making Gilda blush hard as Gnarl gave his eyebrows a wag at her. His dislikes had Gnarl rant for close to ten minutes in the east wing that they were traversing; idiots, beings that thought themselves above the law or felt that the divine had made them privileged, divine beings who couldn't keep their noses out of others business.

Trust me, there were many.

The final thing the Overlord despised?

Beings who raise a stink over a story fiction-wise that doesn't follow their own branch of logic.

Gnarl had no idea why this was the biggest pet peeve of the Overlord, but he let it go.

Gilda didn't get much for the hobbies or for the way he looked underneath the Armor. Gnarl had said that she'd have to ask the Overlord for that. She swallowed a large wad of spit before she raised her claw.

Freezing for a second, she looked left and right before returning to the door. Taking another gulp of air, she knocked.
The hollow sound echoed in the silent hallway, nearly making Gilda's feathers stick up in fright. She looked around again, thinking that she had attracted some of the more...dangerous minions. She sighed in relief at not seeing anything. She returned her attention to the door and saw that the door was open slightly.

Taking all of her courage, she reached forward and pushed it lightly.

The door didn't budge.

Gilda huffed and smacked herself.

'Gilda, ya dweeb! The Door is ONYX! It'll take more then a love tap to open the thing!' Gilda thought to herself before she placed both of her talons on the left side of the door.

She grunted as she threw her entire weight on the door. It groaned with the force she was giving, but it inched slowly open. Soon, there was enough of a gap for her to slip her head in.

She did so and gasped in shock at what she saw.

The room was massive, easily twice as large as the Hospital room she was in. The walls were decorated with various tapestry, depicting several events.

One showed a massive mushroom with the top of it as a skull, several beings underneath the cloud piled in a large mound, seemingly in a lot of pain. Feeling something tug at her heart as she stared at the tapestry, she looked away and saw another tapestry. This one showed a young boy wearing a gauntlet with four beings next to him. The face was hidden sadly due to the low lighting.

Forcing the door open some more, she managed to get her body in all the way, nearly tripping over her heels. She smoothed her maid dress out and looked around again.

She saw that tapestries weren't the only thing that adorned the walls. Bodies of Armor, pikes, maces, swords, shields, bows, arrows and odd tiny weapons lined the place. Books in shelves, covered in a layer of dust towered high above. Gilda spied a chair in the center of the room, a slight glow coming from in front and eerie music filled the air.

Gilda listened in silence as the music stirred something deep in her bones. It was...indescribable; she felt saddened, but at the same time, moved. Like she knew what she was feeling was natural, but at the same time, she couldn't explain WHY she was feeling that way.

Soon, the music came to an end. There was total silence for a whole ten seconds before a rumbling voice spoke.

“Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima is the name of the piece you just heard, Miss.” The voice said.

The result was Gilda letting out a squawk of fright and flying back into a bookshelf. The books shuddered slightly, casting the dust of centuries off of them and into the air. Gilda inhaled a good chunk of it, her lungs burning as she coughed, sputtered and finally, sneezed.

“ACHOO! WACHOO! A-CHOO!” Gilda gasped out as she got away from dust cloud.

She sniffled as she heard light laughter behind her and turned.

“Very *caff* funny!” Gilda stated as headed back to her original spot.

“My apologies. It was not my intent to scare you.” The voice said before She saw a hand motion. “Come closer...step into the firelight so that I may see you.”

Gilda obliged without question which shocked her. She normally fought anyone who gave her orders but this was different. She reminded herself that this was the guy who had saved her...if it was a guy. Now that she thought it over, could this Overlord actually be...an Overlady?

The question was demolished, remains put into a airtight coffin, buried in dirt, covered in concerte, and blasted to smithereens again.

In the firelight, she could see the Overlord's face as clear as day.

The. Face. Was. Gorgeous.

Hair that was so light a blue that Gilda had mistaken it for white in the fire. Baby blue eyes stared into her own amber and Gilda was lost in them the instant she saw them. She could see that the eyes were the windows of the soul for the Overlord and the soul was darker then even the fabled Discord. She was reminded of the legends of Apep, the Lord of Chaos and Evil as she stared into the overlord's eyes. She saw the blackness of the abyss and the vastness of nothingness save for chaos and might. She tore herself away with a deep blush and looked at the features surrounding the eyes.

She didn't see any feathers or fur, but was reminded of the skins of the dragons, though the Overlord didn't look as scaly. She was startled out of her reprieve as the Overlord spoke. Without the helmet, it sounded like brass bells ringing mixed with an angelic choir but still maintained the demonic edge in it.

“It's called skin. My people had it and what it does is protect us from infections, diseases that would befall us from time to time, water loss, and other threats. It acts as a way for my blood to regulate my temperature. Similar to the Dragons, but vastly inferior to the hardness.” The Overlord said.

Gilda continued to stare making the Overlord chuckle. He then noticed the state of dress she was in and sighed.

“So, Gnarl got his wish...pervy old coot...”

Gilda didn't respond; in fact, she just continued to stare at the face before she uttered a single word.

“Beautiful.”

The Overlord's eyebrow quirked a little before he gave a smile.

“Thank you. However, my beauty is nothing compared...”

Here he too her claw and kissed the back of it.

“...to yours.”

That simple yet suave statement made Gilda's white plumage turned red to take on an even deeper shade. She took a steadying breath before she bowed low making the Overlord frown.

“Thank you, Lord for saving my virtue from the undesirables lust of five beings. My life is now in your hands to do as you please according to Ancient Griffin Law and I am honor bound to fulfill anything my lord asks of me..” Gilda said, reciting the oath that had been passed from generation to generation.

The Overlord's response?

He laughed.

Gilda watched in shock and incensed rage as the overlord continued to laugh. A sixth sense warned him of the rage and he calmed down enough to explain.

“F-forgive me, but I find this...humorous to me,” He said. “I will not take you on as a slave Miss...”

“Gilda,” “Gilda replain through clenched teeth. “Gilda Goldclaw.”

“Gilda...a fierce name for a very fierce and very stunning girl,” The Overlord mused. “But as I said, I will not take you on slave. I would not be any better then the five who attempted to defile you. Rather...”

Here the Overlord paused to wave his hand. Strands of black wood began to grow out of the ground, creaking and groaning as they merged into one another, creating feet, a seat, a back rest and finally, arms. Gilda watched in silent shock as the chair formed, deep red velvet stitching itself into the seat and back. Soon the chair was complete. The Overlord gestured for her to sit and she complied, unintentionally flashing him her panty clad bottom. The Overlord seemed to ignore that as he clasped his hands together.

“Rather, I would like to get to know you as a person and work from there.” The Overlord said as he leaned back. “So...tell me about yourself."

Gilda took another breath of air and started.

“Well, my name is Gilda Goldenclaw, I was born...” Gilda explained.

OVMLP

“...and...that's basically my life up til now.” Gilda finished her story and leaned back. “So...now what? You tell me your past?”
Here the Overlord shook his head.

“Sadly, no. That particular story will take forever and a day to complete. Despite my youthful appearance, I'm older...a LOT older.” He said with a chuckle. “No, what will happen is I train for a month to get myself back in shape. Your would be rapists did quite a bit of damage to me before I killed them. Afterwards, I'll be enacting my second plan. You will train alongside me...once we get proper clothes made.”

Gilda blushed before she yawned deeply. The Overlord saw this and got up from his seat. With a single wave of his hand, both chairs merged into a massive queen size bed complete with the downiest blankets she ever felt and the most puffiest of pillows. Gilda sat on it and stared in shock at the magic that was displayed once again.

“These will be your quarters until the rest of the tower has been repaired,” The Overlord explained. “Wheezer will be your personal handmaiden for you, so if you need anything, just tell him. Goodnight.”

Gilda mumbled 'Goodnight' before she snuggled down in as the Overlord left, a soft tune playing from the odd device.

Author's Note

Hey, sorry for the late update. It wasn't the flow of the chapter that was killing me, but rather the music i wanted the Overlord to listen to when Gilda Walked in. I wanted it to be be eerily soothing, but at the same time invoke powerful emotions. Not a lot of music that can do that, but I'm glad i found the Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima, which i do not own. The Pic is not mine, that belongs to Shydeathkitty of Deviant Art, Used with the Owner's permission.

Check out her/his dA page here: http://shydeathkitty.deviantart.com/