ᝰ.ᐟ earth predators do not concern themselves with the things hidden in the black abbyss of the ocean. but is there any darker, abbysser, ocean than hell itself? where Overlords have already marked their territory and rule between them, they are completely unaware to the apex predator hidding amongst them. To the ancient monsters who see only a child, she is an amusing novelty, a minnow to be swallowed by the leviathans of the abyss. They do not yet comprehend that the minnow is, in truth, a Megalodon.
( MEGALODON ) teen! overlord! reader !!
❝ but no one is someone until I tell them who ❞
✧. ┊ synopsis
This is the chronicle of how you, the Megalodon in a black sea of disgrace and misery, use your chilling charm, your theatrical cruelty, and your absolute lack of conscience to turn Hell's established order into your personal feeding ground. You will weave alliances with those who amuse you, like the strangely intrigued Alastor, and shatter the empires of those who bore you, like the increasingly panicked Vees, all while performing the role of the sweet, smiling girl for an audience of damned souls who can't help but adore you even as you tear their world apart. Your goal is not mere power; it is to prove that the smallest and most unexpected predator can, and will, become the apex of all creation, forcing Hell itself to bend to the rhythm of your terrible, joyful grin.
✧. ┊ chapters
concept art , fanart!! , fanart 2!! , fanart 3!! + more soon to be added !!
✧. ┊ taglist
( 🏷 @callme-holly , @johnnycadesmuse , @mygoldtears , @yvanill4+ comment to be added !! )
WARNINGS : canon typical violence, slurs, cannibalism (Rosie). the reader is NOT a good person, she is an Overlord in hell for reasons you'll eventually learn. this is a fic that is not pre-intended to take any romantic direction, however, as it evolves and interactions between characters grow and twist, maybe something will happen<3
ᝰ.ᐟ concept art - this is how i personally imagine the reader, i would've liked to use a pure white/grey pallette but only angels or fallen angels (lucifer, vaggie, lute, etc) have white in their palletes so i've gone with the dark grey & black interpretation of the first pre-historic megalodon. I THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO COME OUT SUPER HORRIBLE AND CRINGE BECAUSE I HAD NO HOPES IN HOW THE BASE WAS TURNING OUT, BUT, BUT BUT BUT- I THINK IT'S ACTUALLY A PRETTY DECENT JOB!!!<333333
reader is depicted to be a contradiction between predator and prey, for she posses the demonic form of an antromorphic/humanized shark, but dresses in black romantic dresses, gloves and has a 'coquette' bow.
FIRST PART OF THE 'MEGALODON' SERIES YAYYYYYYY !! this is just the prologue so it's super short and introductory, please forgive me for that:(
warnings : canon-typical violence & vulgarity, it is not specificied in this part but the reader is NOT a good person and deserves her place in hell !!
ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: ... hey everyone!!! SO SORRY for the delay omg i just had to made sure this was PERFECT!!! hope yall like it<333 tags at the end cuz there are sooo many of you lolll.
The air in Vox’s control room was a sterile, climate-controlled 68 degrees Fahrenheit, the only environment where his circuitry truly felt at ease. The massive, wall-to-wall main screen was partitioned into a dozen different feeds: ratings graphs, security footage, Velvette's live social media metrics, all pulsing with a satisfying, predictable rhythm. It was a symphony of control, composed and conducted by him.
Then, the rhythm broke.
One of the smaller feeds, marked Velvette - Live, suddenly spiked into the red zone. Viewer count was climbing at a rate that defied his algorithms. Vox’s screen-face flickered with a pixelated frown. She hadn’t scheduled a broadcast.
"Velvette, what is this unsanctioned—" he began, his voice a staticky command, but the words died in his speaker as he maximized the feed.
The image was shaky, shot from a low angle on a phone. It was from a street near the outskirts of his territory. And at its center was a scene of such beautiful, brutal chaos that for a full three seconds, Vox’s processing power stalled.
Valentino, his partner, in bussines of course, was being dismantled.
But it wasn't the violence that captivated Vox. It was the method.
There you were. You were a force of nature. Your grey skin and dark dress were a smudge of elegant monochrome against the garish neon, your shark-tail hair a sharp, slicing line. Your face was a placid, smiling mask, untouched by effort or rage. And you moved. Oh, how you moved. It wasn't a fight; it was a choreography of pain. Your body flowed with a supernatural, liquid grace, each dodge a ripple, each strike a thunderclap.
Then came the tendrils. Inky black, erupting from the shadows around you, they seized Val’s limbs, holding the massive moth demon as if he were a child. They were strong, impossibly so, but it was their nature that fascinated Vox. They weren't solid; they moved like water, like the very medium a predator swims through.
Vox leaned forward, his screen glowing brighter. What is this? What kind of power is this?
And then… the pièce de résistance. With a flick of your wrist, neon-blue threads, vibrant and electric, shot from your fingertips. They wrapped around Val’s wrists and ankles with the unerring accuracy of a puppeteer. Val’s furious, sputtering shrieks—"You little bitch! I'll fucking end you! You're nothing!"—were reduced to meaningless noise, the pathetic thrashing of a marionette. You gave a gentle, almost playful tug, and the Overlord of Lust was forced into a clumsy, humiliating pirouette.
His analytical mind, divorced from his rising fury, began to compile data.
Power Classification: Telekinetic tendrils, bio-luminescent psionic binding, enhanced speed/reflexes (off the scale), probable tactile telekinesis.
Behavioral Analysis: Maintains performative pleasantry during extreme violence. Zero emotional leakage. High-order psychopathy.
The shark-tail hair. The gills. The relentless, efficient, predatory nature of the attack. You weren't just a shark sinner. He'd seen those. They were brutes. This was different. This was… refined. Ancient.
The realization struck him with the force of a physical blow.
He wasn't watching a shark.
He was watching a Megalodon.
The original apex predator. A creature of legend, so perfectly evolved for hunting that it had ruled the primordial seas. And it had just swum into his ocean.
The rage he felt—for the insult to his brand, the humiliation of his partner—was suddenly subsumed by a wave of something else. Something colder, hungrier, more profound. Avarice.
The contrast was absolute. Val was all sound and fury, a glitching, over-emotional mess. You were silence and smile, a study in absolute control. You were broadcasting terror on a frequency Vox had never seen, a frequency that made his own methods feel… crude.
He became aware of Velvette’s voice, a dry, running commentary from behind the phone. "…and a one, and a two, and—ooh, that's gonna leave a mark. Honestly, Val, your form is atrocious. She's making you look like an amateur."
She wasn't helping. She was documenting. She was treating his humiliation as content. A hot spike of pure, proprietary rage shot through Vox's systems. This was a hit to his brand. This was being aired on his infrastructure, via his partner's feed. His first instinct was to shut it down, to scramble the signal, to launch a denial-of-service attack on the very event.
But his finger hovered over the command.
He couldn't look away.
He watched you deliver the final, elegant kick, a movement so swift it was almost a blur, sending Val crashing through a brick wall. You stood amidst the settling dust, not even breathing heavily. You adjusted the bow in your hair, your smile never faltering, and then simply… strolled away, as if you’d just finished a pleasant stroll.
The feed cut. The control room was silent, save for the low hum of servers and the frantic, irregular glitching of Vox’s own screen.
The door hissed open. Val stormed in, his form a mess of torn silk and leaking pink dust, one of his four arms hanging at a sickening angle. "VOX!" he roared, his voice a ragged screech. "Did you SEE that?! That little SHARK! I want her soul! I want her flayed! I want her in my studio, breaking under my heel! You need to find her, you need to track her, and you need to put that filthy, grinning shark in a TANK!"
Vox didn't turn. His screen was frozen on the last frame of the broadcast: your serene, smiling face, a perfect portrait of predatory innocence.
Vox slowly rotated his head, the movement unnervingly smooth. His gaze was distant, analytical. "A tank…" he murmured, the word laced with a new, profound static.
"Yes! A fucking tank! A small one! So I can watch her suffocate!" Val raged, slamming a fist on a console, which sparked in protest.
Vox finally rotated his head, the movement unnervingly smooth. His gaze was fixed not on Val's injuries, but on the potential they represented. "No, Val. You're thinking too small. You always do."
Val spluttered. "What? She humiliated me! She humiliated US!"
"Did she?" Vox's voice was dangerously quiet. "Or did she demonstrate a marketable asset? Look at the data." He gestured to the screen, pulling up the metrics from Velvette's stream. "Engagement is through the roof. Shares, comments, downloads. They're not laughing at us, Val. They're terrified of her. They're in awe. You were just… the prop."
Val looked as if he'd been physically struck. Before he could form a coherent scream, Velvette sauntered in, pocketing her phone. "Well, that was a thing. My followers are eating it up. 'Slay, queen,' literally. Val, darling, you need a new stylist, that look is not it."
Vox ignored their bickering. "Velvette. Pull all the footage. Every camera, every angle. I want a full biometric, kinematic, and power-level analysis. I want to know everything about her."
Velvette raised an eyebrow. "Planning a counter-attack? I've already got a dozen hate-trends ready to go. We can paint her as an unstable child, a fad—"
"No," Vox interrupted, his screen flashing with a sudden, intense light. "No counter-attack. We're changing the narrative."
"changing the what, now? come on Vox, what the fuck are you talking about. That little girl just kicked Val's ass all the way to China!"
"Hey!"
"Just facts, Val, just facts."
Vox walked over to the massive saltwater tank where his prized mechanical shark, Shok.Wav, circled in its endless, captive patrol. He tapped a single, sharp claw against the reinforced glass, making a faint tink sound.
"You see this?" he said, his gaze fixed on the artificial predator. "A beautiful machine. A symbol of power. But it's limited. It can only swim in the water I provide. It can only follow the programming I give it." He turned back to them, and the hunger on his screen was palpable, a ravenous void. "She… is a Megalodon. The original. A force of nature. Val, you were right about one thing. We are going to put her in a tank."
He gestured expansively to the glittering, neon-soaked cityscape beyond the window. "But the tank won't be made of glass. It will be the Vees' empire. We won't break her spirit; we'll give her an entire ocean to rule. She'll be our enforcer. Our ultimate weapon. The spectacle that will make Alastor's radio plays look like childish ghost stories. With her power and our platform, we will be unstoppable."
The rage on Val's face slowly melted away, replaced by a dawning, cruel understanding. A vicious smile spread across his lips. "Oh… I see. You don't want to destroy her... You want to own her."
"Precisely," Vox purred. "We recruit her. We offer her a partnership. We give her everything she could ever want. And in return, she becomes ours. She becomes the teeth of our empire."
Velvette's flabbergasted expression shifted into one of shrewd calculation. A slow smile touched her lips. "The Teenage Overlord… the Apex Predator… as our colleague." She started to nod. "The merch alone would be a goldmine. The narrative is… perfect. The untamable force, tamed. Or at least, put on our leash."
"Exactly!" Vox's static crackled with excitement. "We don't fight her. We acquire her. We make her a star so big, she'll never want to leave our orbit. We build the most beautiful, powerful tank in all of Hell, and we make her believe it was her idea to swim in it."
The three Overlords looked at each other, a new, unified purpose burning in their eyes. The insult was forgotten, replaced by a grand, covetous vision.
Val chuckled, a low, nasty sound. "Fine. You get her to join. And when she's one of us… I'll have all the time in the world to make her… respect me."
Vox's grin was a wide, glitching slash of light. "Oh, she will, Val. They all will. Because we won't just have a new partner. We'll have a pet Megalodon. And all of Hell will learn to fear the water we swim in."
Just some silly ideas I wanted to throw out there.
I told you I wasn’t done and I still ain’t, higher quality drawings are coming and you can’t escape them ~(˘▾˘~)
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Was fun and I’m definitely gonna make more in the future.
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