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In Which the Overlord Dislikes What He Sees [Open]

In roaming the ship, out of an increased sense of irritation and impatience, Zetta had discovered someplace new to him.

Most of the murals and paintings and sculptures in the place, disturbing though they might be to a mortal mind, gave the Overlord no pause whatsoever. In his thousands of years, he had seen the death of worlds, the descent into madness of some truly great minds, the greatest depravities of the Netherworlds, and Mickey in a feather boa. These 'alarming' sculptures couldn't dare disturb the mental integrity of the Overlord! Hyaaa ha ha ha ha!

...What DID shock him, though, was the statues beneath a giant head-sculpture thing. Two of them, in fact: the first an obstinate Overlord, arms crossed and looking stubborn, his back to the second; the second a woman walking away, stoic despite tears.

"What the... What the HELL is THIS crap?!" Zetta demanded of the room in general and the cosmos at large.

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That took her off guard, and completely stunned her as far as arguing back went. He was right after all... It wasn't for everyone... She hadn't realized it until now. And who was she to tell him otherwise anyways? She had given up on the elusive feeling that everyone talked about so much till it found its way into her heart just recently... and even then, she didn't understand it completely.

"I...." it seemed every time she opened her mouth to speak, she was at a loss for words. And she hated herself for it, it felt like an immense pressure was building up in her chest as she grasped for a good argument. And as weak as always she could feel the tears start stinging at the corners of her eyes. That made her even more furious, she hated showing her weak side and it pained her even more it was in front of Zetta.

Finally she pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head on them. She spoke, but more to herself than actually directed at anyone, tears quickly running down her face. "It's unlike anything I have experienced. That sort of love... It feels like you gained the most incredible present ever conceived, and you don't know what to do with it. It makes you uneasy, and nervous, and it makes your insides queezy at times. But when you feel despair and feel like you are at your ends wits, it saves you, it picks you up and gives you the strength needed to pull through."

She paused for a moment, wiping her face. "It can even allow you to accomplish feats you would have never thought possible. People going way beyond their limits for those they love, gaining more strength than they thought possible, it's an overwhelming feeling..."

She closed her fists angrily, she didn't feel worthy of such a feeling, but that was for her to keep to herself. Knowing him... he's think she was stupid, and that he had no need for such a thing... She wished she was more like him sometimes, completely independent and without the need for such emotions... She was such a weakling...

"You forgot who you're talking to again," the book said, seeming amused. "I'm Zetta. The most badass freaking Overlord in the cosmos, remember? I already got the most incredible thing ever conceived -- being the strongest there ever was, is, or will be! It's not uneasy, or nervous. It's pure elation! The moment I achieved that--!"

He wanted to make a fist to emphasize the point, but -- well, he couldn't. That took the steam out of him for a moment.

"I don't do despair, either, and I don't think you're gonna start arguing I should try that, right? I don't need a reason to go beyond my limits besides the sheer fun of DOING it. And I'm strong because none of that crap gets in my way. So what does love offer a guy like me?"

She stayed in her curled up spot, not wanting to really look up. "Something you don't have. Isn't that what you massively powerful being seek? Everything you don't have? The knowledge of it? If someone's your equal, before you start saying and yelling how no one's your equal and never will be, think, cause you also never would have thought you'd be stuck in a book, or that your amazing netherworld would have been destroyed. So it's obvious you don't know everything still, and that there's things you can't control. That person will have an upper hand on you due to having experienced and acquired that which you've never had... " She paused for a moment thinking about earlier.

"And you can't fool me you know... even if people thought I was stupid, I can see it affected you. You might just not know how to react."

"Uh, I know Pram the Oracle," Zetta said, ruining what was really a pretty good speech by virtue of living amongst a pretty wacky cast of characters. "She's tough and I wouldn't want to fight her, but I could take her if I had to....

"And it didn't affect me!" Zetta shrieked. "She left and I'm fine with that! She's dead to me now!"

"Uhuh, sure." She was unamused, for as much as she looked up to Zetta, he was also pretty dense and derp at times.

"I'm sure it didn't affect you, cause it's totally not showing. Somehow I don't believe you've gotten over it Zetta."

'At time', Ronnae?

"There's nothing to get over! We had our good times, and now they're over! Be--besides, I bet YOU wouldn't be so damn 'love is great' on me if you hadn't hooked up with a guy!"

She ranted to retort quickly, but he had gotten her good. She glared at him, but it was a more defeated glare than an aggressive one. "Th-.... That's not true... I. I still sought it... well not really.. but I desired it... More than anything. I wanted to feel that mystical feeling that had people so elated and happy. That so many talked about... But I was always afraid I didn't deserve it after all of--" She cut herself off, she hated bringing that stuff up.

"I still don't think I do... I don't know why anyone would. It... It doesn't matter, this isn't about me Zetta..." She looked away tho, she fidgeted on the floor feeling horrid.

"Sure it is. Now tell me why it matters so much to you that I experience love," Zetta pressed.

"B-because.... You're a dear friend to me.... I jus' thought it'd be something good for you to experience... I'm sorry if I seemed like I was pressuring you... I just wanted to know... and wish something nice for you..."
She sighed, and hugged her knees closer against herself.

"Hey, you want to wish something nice for me, get a mana power as strong as mine and wish for my body back," he said. Not harshly; Zetta had backed off a little, now that she'd kinda crumpled. "Love isn't something I want, and even if it was it's not something I could have anyway."

"I can try." She said with a bit of surprise as she looked towards the Overlord. What? No scolding for calling him a friend? No being angry at her. She knew this side of Zetta, and it wasn't one he showed often. And it was the side she discovered and made her certain he was a good friend.

She tilted her head curiously studying him for a moment. "I don't want to pry too much... but why can't you have love? You don't have to answer, I'm jus' curious Zetta."

"Look... asking a demon to love is like asking an angel to kick a puppy," Zetta said. "It's not even possible! Angels aren't wired to kick puppies and demons aren't built to love!"

"That's not true, that's believing in an unbreakable fate. Or staying set in a stereotype built by others who want you to believe in that. But I've seen celestials do evil deeds, and I've seen demons love..." She said calmly, still looking at the Overlord with an innocent studying gaze.

"Yeah, well, apparently the demons on your world also spent I don't know how freakin' long trying to conquer the place," Zetta pointed out. "You really think it'd take me longer than ten minutes? I'm pretty obviously not in their class."

She sighed, "it has nothing to do with power level Zetta... They still broke form the norm. That's the only thing I was saying. I know you're in a league of your own..."

"Damn straight I am. Your demons are weird." Tolerance: apparently also not terribly high on the Overlord's list of virtues. "How long did the ones that took a stab at love live?"

She shook her head and just smiled. "Hmmm I'm fairly certain the ones I knew outside the family went with the planet... but I'm confident the ones in the family are still alive, the older ones being more than ten thousand years old."

"That just means no one took advantage of their clouded minds and gaping weak spots!" Zetta retorted.

"Psh, as if. They beat their opponents incredibly easy. Specially if they dared threaten their loved ones." She retorted back.

"I don't believe it," Zetta said. "Those so-called opponents were doing it wrong, then."

"Why are you always so against something different? And if it's something that worked, obviously it was because something went wrong... They were all incredibly powerful, regardless of what you think. But they still succeeded." She sighed and rested her head back on her knees.

"Because why the hell would I want to fall in love?" Zetta asked. "I still don't get THAT."

"Frankly, you probably already felt it, probably didn't know it then. But I jus' think you didn't know it. With the way you speak of the girl." She nods to the statue.

"...What the hell would make you say that?" Zetta said.

"The way you acted when you found it, and how you act when talking about it." She stood and walked to the girls statue. "She must have been hurting... But seems you made her believe you were set on your decision." She looked at the girls face with a sad frown.

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