The Lord's Throne

Building a lair fit for an overlord in the middle of a winter wasteland is no easy task, you need to have the best architects at your disposal and the resources necessary for building such a place. But Augus was not lacking, the lair was built for her after all. Getting the grant to build it from the mayor was a simple task, and with it she had turned a desolate patch of rubble into the Chinatown of Sentinel Peak.

A small lair, but it shone and dazzled the locals next-door to her and was able to house all the people she had known over the years as overlord. In front of her desk lay a small piece of paper, one line signed by an old weary hand from the shipyard. She only had to simply sign and she would have her own ship to conduct business abroad.

But today her mood was as ugly as the scar on her left cheek, the only thing that could take her mind of it were the pots of noodles chock full of brimstone flavouring, her favourite choice of breakfast. Things had been looking great, she had set up an empire that spanned the entire globe, she had plenty of riches and an army that followed her every will. She laid back her horned head against the soft insides of her intricate golden throne, her bulk  barely contained by its golden sides.

Then this had to happen, even thinking about made her want to invoke all sorts of blasphemous words and spells and throw them all at whoever stepped into her sight.

But she withheld, for Deima had opened the doors to her throne room and walked across the long hallway, jade pillars wrapped in the golden bodies of dragons dotted the walls. Even she knew that her anger had boundaries, the last thing she wanted this morning was to have her head knocked clean off by her own bodyguard.

"Guys down below say you were angry last night boss. Hanged rat I see." Deima alluded to the doors behind her, her overlord could only slouch back and rub her hands in a thoughtful way.

"I value loyalty from those underlings, a rat is not a loyal one, even when he benefits me." Deima nodded as she rested her back upon the side of her golden throne, taking caution so as to not tip it over. She weighed just has much as that throne did, she thought as she folded her arms together.

"I see, what has got you riled up?" Augus looked at her and pointed her clawed finger up at the top of her throne, two gold dragons made up the throne, one in a glorious form and the other scarred and lacking noble horns.

"You see this throne? The design is based off an old legend I heard of in Korea, back when I did racketeering for that wimp of an Chinese overlord. Their dragons start off as lesser beings called Imugi, pitiful snakes that aspire to be a dragon like their superiors so that they can take their place." Her voice grew unstable with fury deep within.

"In order for the ruling dragons to survive, they kill them. Karah is that Imugi, and now he seeks to usurp me so that he can rule over my business. The sheer gall of that hundan! How dare he bite the hand that keeps him alive! I should have killed him when I first saw that wretch!" Augus stood up, eyes blazing red and magicked such a hellish fireball twice as big as she was, before throwing it down towards the front doors. The explosion was loud and ripped apart the jade doors from their hinges, what was left were only cinders and smoke.

Augus sat back down, her clawed fingers rubbing her forehead, she'd have to pay more to get them replaced. Deima stood there, eyes wide open in surprise. She stood in front of her desk, arms still folded.

"So, what happens now?" Augus rested her elbows against the desk, the knuckles pressed against her jaw.

"Karah has many friends though my underlings outnumber his. But more blood on my hands is not what I need today, as an overlord I must show some dignity and class. So you will go and wipe them out instead, I'll give you a raise for today's pay if you bring me his head." Deima gave a slight nod, a smile slowly creeping up on her face. It meant she'd get to use her most dangerous gear, the Goliath suit.

"It will be done, boss. Give me keys to Goliath suit and tell me where he is." Augus threw the keys at the behemoth of a bodyguard, who grabbed them without hesitation before walking off to get her beloved death suit. 

"You know that heavily guarded building next to the bridge that separates my lair from your town? That's where he is, tell him I said fuck you." Augus shouted as her bodyguard disappeared into the smoke of the blast, she breathed a sight of relief as she sat back. At least Deima would be able to take care of the problem unlike her other lieutenants, the thought comforted the overlord as she plucked out the noodle from her fourth pot, and began to dig in.

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Overlord Augus explains the situation to her bodyguard Deima and orders her to take care of the problem herself, which she accepts...with great pleasure.

Designing the throne room was almost tiring, there's a lot more details to it than I expected. But I think I pulled it off alright.

Enjoy!