The first person to walk anywhere near the Overlord gets said demon immediately stepping into their path -- like, flash-step really-quick right-there in their path, with a scowl.
"Anchor. This'll go faster if you don't argue."
Hunting Persephone
Out into the Void, a scowl on his face and a general air of impatience adopted so everyone knew just how much he was annoyed by this. He absolutely had to make certain that people could see he was doing this out of obligation and a vague sense of an Overlord's duty, not because he was desperately worried and compelled on the most visceral level to get Persephone back. If his thoughts were focused on her, her smile and her sharp wit and her tangle of hair and her warmth and how wonderful she felt tucked against him, that was just because he needed to focus to find her, right?
Right?
...damn it. He couldn't even convince himself any more.
You Other Losers Too
Persephone wasn't the only one who needed help. And as Overlord, it was his duty and responsibility to protects his underlings and servants. Even if they'd done something foolish out there. Even if they'd bought this whole stupid like hook, line, and sinker!
Back out Zetta went, searching for others. Into the Void again.
Inevitable Return
Exhausted. Zetta was exhausted. He'd gotten no farther than the garden carriage, his old haunt and a place he still insisted was his domain and his alone despite his private room with Persephone, and then collapsed. Just no more of his infinite and unparalleled strength to call on right now, leaving him sprawled out on a stone pathway.
"They better appreciate how I've sacrificed my dignity for them," he muttered into the hard floor, a slight twitch the only effort he could muster towards getting up.
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The first person to walk anywhere near the Overlord gets said demon immediately stepping into their path -- like, flash-step really-quick right-there in their path, with a scowl.
"Anchor. This'll go faster if you don't argue."
Hunting Persephone
Out into the Void, a scowl on his face and a general air of impatience adopted so everyone knew just how much he was annoyed by this. He absolutely had to make certain that people could see he was doing this out of obligation and a vague sense of an Overlord's duty, not because he was desperately worried and compelled on the most visceral level to get Persephone back. If his thoughts were focused on her, her smile and her sharp wit and her tangle of hair and her warmth and how wonderful she felt tucked against him, that was just because he needed to focus to find her, right?
Right?
...damn it. He couldn't even convince himself any more.
You Other Losers Too
Persephone wasn't the only one who needed help. And as Overlord, it was his duty and responsibility to protects his underlings and servants. Even if they'd done something foolish out there. Even if they'd bought this whole stupid like hook, line, and sinker!
Back out Zetta went, searching for others. Into the Void again.
Inevitable Return
Exhausted. Zetta was exhausted. He'd gotten no farther than the garden carriage, his old haunt and a place he still insisted was his domain and his alone despite his private room with Persephone, and then collapsed. Just no more of his infinite and unparalleled strength to call on right now, leaving him sprawled out on a stone pathway.
"They better appreciate how I've sacrificed my dignity for them," he muttered into the hard floor, a slight twitch the only effort he could muster towards getting up.