The Ending of Overlord CYOA

				    			 		 		                 [1000 years later]


The massive man embraces the small, pale woman while looking off at the slowly distancing island. His smile is gentle and full of kindness, a direct contrast to the face he wears every day. His hand pets at the girl’s swollen belly as he places kisses onto her hand.
“Oh I hate to leave this place.”
She sighs as the sunbathed island leaves from their sight.
“I know dear. Of course we can’t just leave our realm unattended can we, my queen?”
The massive ship they’re on is a marvel of magic and technology as the thick steel plated boat is covered in nercromatic weaponry and exudes an aura of terror. Six smaller boats covered in undead and siege weapons surround it as the massive flagship cuts through the water.
“Ah but for just another week!”
The man chuckles and kisses her head.
“I’ve let you have just another week three times now. We must return, you’re due soon afterall.”
The Overlord and the Mistress Hera, the two rulers of the strongest empire of the world. Their realm has the 10 largest cities and is the leader in technology, commerce, and arcanery. What the order calls “The Cult of Uz’greer” has found its way in small groups around the world, though it’s small and spreads slowly outside of their realm. Around the province the Overlord rules over, he is surrounded by his daughters, young rulers that are strategists as much as they are beauties. His realm flourishes as a blessed land, the people find happiness and riches...as long as every word from the Overlord is obeyed, to the last letter. None starve, crime is nipped before it can even start, and disease cannot fester in his lands. If one was to ignore the tyrannic and overbearing ruler and zealous propaganda spouting marauders and black guard one may say it is a utopia, as long as one was fine with freedoms taking a backseat.
The land is covered in shrines, temples, spires, obelisks, grand architectures that make even the greatest of engineers weep in envy. The smallest towns have abundance as well as convenience and make even the average cities of other realms look rural in comparison.
Many have expected the man to die long before now, even the Overlord himself is shocked he has such vigor. As a living being, him being able to live past 1000 is improbable even with his extensive and demi-lich ability in necromancy. Some say he’s being watched over...

The large man sighs as he looks at the paintings of his two daughters alongside their mothers. It’s been a long time since they’ve passed. Sadness fills his chest and his body is wracked with the pain of loss. His long life span, he is most thankful for...however his children and their mortal mothers were not as blessed. The beautiful spider Annette and her stoic and master strategist daughter Maya were the first to go, old age took them and they met with the undying lord as is their time. His first knight and one of his most trusted advisers Mary died in her sleep as well as the young Cisedrilarra, who was the finest knight this world had ever seen. The beautiful mothers and the fruits of his loins extinguished long before him. As he rubs the painting of the cute mosquito who wouldn’t sit still for her painting he hears two figures come in behind him.
“Daddy?”
“Are you ok?”
He turns and smiles at the two vampire mosquitoes, they became masters at necromancy and blood magic...though they’re mortal and soon they too will vanish.
“Yes my little ones. Your father was just reminiscing.”
The two petite girls squeeze on both sides of him as they all look upon their mother’s face.
“I miss her daddy.”
With a sad chuckle he squeezes them tightly.
“Yes, I believe I do too.”
He may be immortal, but a body that lives and breathes just can’t hold on to existence till the end of time. At some point he too could be placed below the dirt.
“Come little ones, let’s leave this dismal place.”
He ushers the girls out of the room as they slowly return to their loving atmosphere.

The realm shakes as the Overlord stomps through his castle into the throne room.
“Hera!”
His voice explodes like thunder as the dread king Gro’kul tries to calm him.
“Overlord, come. Your offspring is about to be birthed.”
The master necromancer beckons the towering man over. The man sprints towards the throne and takes the small girl’s hand in his.
“Another daughter.”
She smiles as she kisses him on the lips. Monsters luckily don’t feel great pain during child birth, much to the joy of the loving husband.
“What shall we name her dear?”
She asks the man as she pushes.
“I’m not sure...Let us see what she looks like.”
“I see her head!”
The Master Necromancer delivers the baby and the room holds still.
“W-What...?”
The world is frozen for a moment as they gaze upon the baby. The baby’s skin is not pale like a wight, but the same tone as the father. The baby is breathing, full of life as opposed to the usual undead daughters. Though the room focuses upon the largest and proudest part that could only come from the Overlord, the baby’s abnormally large dong.
“I-It’s a boy...”
The Master Necromancer says confused. The Overlord’s face forms a smile and takes the boy into his arms as the necromancer disintegrates the cord.
“We have a son Hera.”
He smiles at the angry looking child, his eyes red like the Overlord’s and his body quite toned for an infant. Hera kisses and bonds with the baby as they both laugh and love him.
“Well...What should we name him?”
The giant smiles. He had a habit of naming his daughters drow names, but now he switches to his undead tongue.
“Mee’traaa’ka.”
The name that translates very roughly to, “The First of Kind”. In this world the first incubus was born from a human and woman. Necromatic power radiates from the small child’s veins, a male child born from the strongest necromancer in ages and a most charismatic and beautiful undead. A more legitimate heir to the New Empire there couldn’t be.
Of course...This miracle...this grand spectacle that could very well lead to the unification of the world, the very unification between man and monster...It is impossible to go unnoticed.
The throne room glows brightly in golden light and, on instinct, the Overlord protects the mistress with his body. Light disintegrates the undead in the room and weakens the Dread King Gro’kul as he takes the brunt of the spell. The sounds of blades slashing through flesh and lightening singeing marauders fill the room.
The Overlord looks over his shoulder to see a glowing woman who had brought forth paladins, angels, and Valkyries from thin air. His eyes that should be burning in green necromatic power have nothing as he is completely unable to cast any magic other than light in this scouring brightness. The anti-magic and anti-holy barriers were instantly smashed as well as the citadel’s terror aura. This power...This is the power of a god. The room across explodes as a tall, beautiful succubus and a group of devils, demons, and other monsters pour through a portal.
“Save the child! Take those three to safety quickly!”
The succubus shouts. The glowing woman looks squarely at the Overlord in pure disgust as she points. A bolt of lightening shoots through him as he uses his body to protect his very reason for happiness. Though the lightening spears through his chest, and before he even has the ability to say goodbye, the woman turns to black ash as she sifts through his fingers. No body...And worse yet, no soul...Her existence is nothing but eliminated. No amount of arcanery, no amount of miracles from the gods...Not even in the void...gone.
A loud gasp is heard as the man’s body convulses, his eyes completely unable to believe what is happening.
“Take the man and the child to the portal!”
The succubus opens a portal for the man to run towards. Gro’kul tries to help the overlord up but is quickly blown back by a force of holy power as he is thrown into the portal.
“NOOOOOOOOOO! MISTRESS! MAAAAAAASSSSSTEEEERR!”
The portal closes behind him and the succubus screams in damnation.
“Master! Master! Come! Please my lord! Live for her! Let’s go!”
The master necromancer shakes the giant man whose face stares in absolute terror down at the pile of ash on the floor. Water drips from the Overlord’s face. The Master Necromancer embraces his “son” as he prays a short prayer and presses his jaw to the side of the man’s face before taking the child.
“Stop that lich! Let none survive!”
The glowing woman yells. The troops from heaven and the demon-lord’s army clashes inside of the throneroom before the lich is able to escape from a secret exit and through a dark portal.
The battle rages in the once invincible throneroom as the clanging of steel echoes in the room.
“...My heart...”
A whisper is heard as the man on his knees stares into the black pile.
“What is the point of an afterlife if I can’t spend it with you?”
He sobs. His body convulses in pain and agony as he cries his life out. This sadness is only matched by his anger as he gnashes his own teeth to dust.
“This world will pay...I will see to it!”
With a blackened soul filled with spite he rolls his eyes back as he forces his own soul to fuel his body and leave nothingness. The Overlord is, like his woman, lost. His soul is gone leaving behind a lifeless husk.
Though what remains...A body, a body filled only with hatred, only with agony, only with loss.
A loud roar tears through the sky as the roof of the citadel flies off. The earth rumbles from hundreds of miles around as the sky turns black as the void, the moon seemingly melts as magic is drained towards the body. The large man slowly floats upwards, his own dark magic overshadowing the goddess’s.
“Focus on that monster!”
The paladins and goddess shower his body in lightening and searing light. His body is shredded as his face is permanently contorted in agony, not from the pain, but from the loss. Volcanoes across the world erupt as clouds of ash fill the sky, tsunamis soak inwards as the earth quakes forming new canyons and mountains.
“W-What is this power!? He didn’t have this a few moments ago!”
Angel and demon alike are melted before his gaze as they’re brought forth into a black and green ball that steadily grows in his hands. Undead words mixed with words of darkness never touched for centuries spill from the revenant’s mouth as a downpour happens. Green rain from a source not of this world pours down like a god’s tears as thunder reminiscent of pained gasps fill the air.
The sphere grows larger and larger as the goddess tries to stop him. Even the demon-lord has come to stop the maddening magic, never before seen.
And finally with a twisted sneer, what was once known as the Overlord throws himself into the sphere. A vortex explodes outwards as a black and green miasma sucks in and decomposes everything at a rapid rate.
The goddess and demon-lord fly as far as they can as the citadel is quickly devoured, not stopping there as the black-green hole continues to eat the country side, growing in strength.
“W-What is this!? This will destroy the world!”
“Look what you’ve done! You’ve doomed this world!”
The demonlord spits at the goddess as she’s stricken with terror at the vortex’s power.
“T-There has to be something...”
She gulps and tries what she can to dispel the magic. Though not even a goddess’s power can dispel this. The demon-lord uses her power to help stop the spell. The world cracks as land and homes are sucked into the vortex, the ocean begins to funnel towards the hole as the spell continues growing. The goddess and the demon-lord use all of their power and eventually...eventually they slow the vortex of death.
The entire realm of the Overlord is gone. A black vortex whirls angrily as constant green lightening strikes bits of floating land. An eery howling fills this hellscape as the once prosperous nation is nothing but a blackened sea under floating debris. The sky is black as the void around the spell, as even now with all of the power of the chief deity and the demon-lord, it slowly inches its way forward. It shall grow in size, an inch every year, not stopped, but slowed. The demon-lord and chief deity immediately return home, they did not deign to acknowledge each other as the effort almost killed them.

The New Empire falls as a hellscape scars the planet. Where once a realm of strength, prosperity, and order reigned, now is a vortex of doom, death, and chaos. To this day Uz’greer’s tears fall upon the land now known as “Overlord’s Sorrow” as a pained howling is heard through the region.