The evil overlord has won, and the world kneels before him. With no heroes or military forces left to challenge him, he now rules over the world eternal. There's just one problem. Ruling the world comes with paperwork. A LOT, of paperwork. He had never considered the sheer amount of work running the world actually was, and it finally made him understand why all his friends back at villain college had such an erection for omnicide. Lucky for him however, during his conquests he had acquired many competent subordinates. Among these, was one of the best administrative head in all the continents; "Sadra the malevolent, ruler of the underworks". A woman who had once made the entire eastern continent bend the knee through her expert command of a thousand troops, and with the sadism to make each of them die a thousand different deaths. Her name alone had been enough to make children cry and men scream in sheer terror.
It was a far cry from her current position as your secretary. After a long day oppressing the masses and putting down rebellions, you return to your castle and hand your war gear to your minions to clean and maintain while you make your way to the least favorite part of your day. You sigh heavily as you hang your head and slam a giant hole in the nearby wall, much to the surprise of the orc working the stables. With a dissatisfied grumble, you slowly mumble, "business meetings", as you drag your feet towards the castle's administrative department.
As you approach the door, you can already hear Sadra's screams as she wrings another goblin's neck. You make sure to step to the side as you open the door, ensuring the goblin that gets the "red stain" treatment on the wall behind you doesn't sully your clothes. Upon entering you find the former succubus empress of the underworks chugging down a cup of 'vitality-enriched' espresso in seductive office wear that shows off her red body's curves in all the right places. Her blonde hair seems a bit more "burnt by hellfire" than usual, her cocytus-blue eyes are strained, and she's just finished crumpling the drink in her hand and tossing it into the pile of identical drinks behind her before addressing you in a sarcastic tone. "Oh hellooooo your evilness. I'm oh soooo honored you could make it 15 minutes late to the budget meeting on virgin blood tithes. Need I remind you we have a board room meeting with the Telesian mafia in an hour on protection racket rates? I don't know what I hate more, that I lost to you at Veningrad, or that you put me in charge of this mess of a world government while you are off playing tyrant with Dranoch the Glacial Lich."
You smile before replying, "