Grumbling was the only thing to be heard in the Yang's Old Temple, now repaired for the ninja that now housed there and spent their time there, training their pupils in the art of Ninjutsu. Yet, in the confines of the space, there rested a prison of sorts, one that went untouched by anyone but the designated Spinjitzu masters themselves. The only reason why only the ninja were allowed to go in there was because of who resided there. Or much rather, who.
The person that sat on the cold, concrete ground was something unlike anyone has ever seen in Ninjago. A being with skin that almost seemed translucent, paler then even the first winter snow. Hair as dark as the feathers on a raven, yet not as smooth as one. It's eyes, a pair of rubies that burned with only intense hatred, like the wolf in the Tales of the Two Wolves, the windows of the soul only revealed the worst in the spectrum of emotions. It's body, lean, as if it could melt into the ground and become one with the shadows that inhabited the room with him. It's clothes, tattered, it's almost as if this being never had his attire change. It's teeth, sharp as knives, if it bit it's lip, the ninja could have sworn that the creature would bleed profusely. They called him the Overlord. And for the reason that that's who he truly is.
After being defeated by Lloyd, the Overlord was weak, he could barely manifest into a haze in order to escape back to the Islands of Darkness. The only thing he could do was possess. So, it's exactly what he did and what he'll remain doing until he's strong enough to leave Ninjago indefinitely, or, at the very least, until he's able to attack again without the pesky ninja to interfere. It wasn't hard to find a human to his taste to wander in. A gangly young man who didn't seem to fit in or was very noticeable to the crowds that wandered the largest city. One that was an easy victim. He wasn't difficult to take over either, since it only took a matter of hours before the boy became under his control completely.
Yet, before he could start his plans on defeating the Ninja the next he saw him, seeing as the Stone Warriors was no longer under his control, being that the helmet was hidden within the museum somewhere, the ninja found him. How, he wasn't sure. But what he did know was that he wasn't able to leave the cell that was made especially for him and, seeing his circumstances, he couldn't leave.
It wasn't entirely pleasing to the demonic force, seeing as he didn't want to be under the control of the pesky ninja. But there was nothing else for the spirit to do other than stay where he was and avoid all conversation with the ninja as possible. Sure, the silent treatment was ridiculous, but he didn't want to speak with anyone, not as long as he was trapped in this small space with nothing better to do other than use his imagination and create hellish pictures in his mind while he sat in the darkness.
The only ninja that really seemed like he gave a damn was the Earth Ninja, Cole. He wasn't quite sure either, but the boy did grow up since he last saw him under his control. The male had grown to be more sturdy, his figure became slightly bulkier and he gained a strange green scar on the side of his face, he wasn't sure from where though. But the boy had grown up quite well, now if only the others bothered showing their faces around him as well, then he could fully determine what the rest had become.
Yet, he was the only ninja that gave him an actual opportunity for a conversation, granted, he didn't take it, but he did so anyways. He was the one that brought in his meals since the others didn't seem to want to be bothered with the idea of doing so. So, the task was left for the former leader of the team before Lloyd, that being Cole.
Cole didn't mind himself. It was an opportunity to have someone to talk to and, hopefully, change the Overlord's mind about being evil and might change to the god side, even if the chances of that seemed unlikely. Wu even tried to explain to the hopeful former spirit that changing the mind of a creature made from evil would be formidable task, daunting even, verging into territory reserved for impossibility. Especially since he was meant to be one of the symbols of everlasting darkness. So, no one believed that the man would be able to make the demon transition to being good. But that didn't stop Cole's hopes that maybe, just maybe, that he would be able to convince the villain to, at the very least, take into consideration what the good side may offer. It was a stretch, but he was willing to try and at least have the being listen.
