AN: I do not own Overlord or anything else in this fanfic, except the idea. Anything you recognize I probably don't own. This is also my first fanfic, so please be nice to my comments.
Hey. Hey, kid. Martin blinked his eyes and turned over to another position on his bed to drown out the…wait a second.
I know that you're awake child, come on. Martin did now what was going on, where he was or even who the owner of that voice was; but even with his eyes closed, he knew one thing: he was not in his bed anymore. Just a hard, stone floor.
Come on child, we've got things to do and we're behind schedule. Get up now! Martin rubbed his eyes, trying to get as much of the gunk out as he could. If this voice is behind all of this, it might not be a good idea to keep it waiting. Martin didn't have any control in this situation at all, and he didn't need to jeopardize his chances of survival before he had a chance to get back to his home. And his comfy bed. So, he stretched, twisted and cracked as much as he could to become loose and awake. Once he finished, he sat up and rubbed his eyes one more time and gained a better view of his surroundings. Which happened to be nothing. Martin seemed to be in a greyish white void, there was nothing as far as the eye could see; just a grey sky. The ground seemed to be under about an inch or so of water, it seemed to be wet on his bare skin, and when he swiped at the ground, it reacted the same as it would if you had slapped a pool. And wait a minute… Martin looked down and was instantly embarrassed as he didn't seem to have clothes on. He didn't even have his tank-top and boxers on that he went to bed with. This was either had to be a dream, or something else entirely.
So, he finally wakes up. Martin turned to the sound of the voice and saw something very unusual. It appeared in the form of a demon with a skimpy black leather outfit, and the size of its chest lead Martin to believe that it was a she and not an it. Six massive leathery bat wings protruded from her back and even though they didn't move, the demon seemed to be floating in the air with little effort. By all accounts she was very attractive, and Martin doubted that anyone back home would be able to not stare at her. But he also remembered the slight fact that he was slightly lacking in the clothing department and covered his happy place quickly. But this only seemed to amuse the demon.
Aww, don't be shy. I've been alive long enough that there isn't a dick that I haven't seen, she said with a sultry kinda smile. Martin blushed hard but kept his hands over his junk. Any guy would be self-conscience about that in the presence of a female. He also noticed that even though her mouth moved while she spoke, her voice filled the void. It was a sweet, and just as sultry as her smile. The demon just hovered around Martin lazily, occasionally rubbing his shoulders and arms.
So, you were my sister's latest victim huh? Martin looked at the demon with surprise.
"Victim," he stammered nervously. "What do you mean…am I dead?" The demon rubbed his shoulders sympathetically and helped him to his feet.
Afraid so. But I think introductions are in order first. I'm Aidivni, the reality archdemon of Envy. Martin bowed at the waist slightly. If this woman was as powerful as she claimed being an archdemon, he was better off respecting her and not pissing her off.
"Martin, a nobody from Pittsburg." The demon, sorry archdemon, giggled softly and ushered Martin in a certain direction. Martin really didn't know why, there was nothing as far as the eye could see, but he wasn't about to argue with an archdemon.
"Umm…Miss Aidivni?" The archdemon looked down at him, kinda the same way a mother would look down to a child.
Please child, call me 'Aidi, I was never one for manners and title like my sister Ari. Martin nodded but kept walking. Did you have some questions for me? Martin nodded again. The archdemon lead him a bit farther then motioned for him to sit down. Martin sat back on the ground, feeling the water and still covering his junk. The archdemon just floated in front of him but descended a bit so they were at eye level.
Ask way then. Martin shifted a little and cleared his throat a bit. An archdemon had told him to speak his questions, he shouldn't be that conflicted about which question he should ask first. He guessed that it might have to do with the fact that he was still a bit overwhelmed from everything happening recently, which was normal.
"So…you said that you were a reality archdemon earlier, what does mean exactly?" The archdemon smiled at him and turned upside down, poking his forehead with her finger.
I thought you would have figured it out by now, your reality did have multiple shows that showcased string theory and the multi-verse theory. Martin blinked in surprise and tried to process what he heard.
"So…you mean…" he stammered out.
Yep, the archdemon smiled. They're not theories. Martin put his hands up to his head, as if he was trying to hold his head together. The multi-verse theory wasn't a theory? Sure, that's almost expected from a series or movie, especially a Marvel movie or a DC show. But this wasn't a fictional story, this was real. Martin shook his head trying to comprehend that fact. That little revelation told him that there were hundreds if not thousands of parallel realities like his, and that made him the equivalent to a single digit in an entire server farm. Almost worthless in the grand scope. And if this demon is the reality archdemon, then she must be one that trumps every reality ever. But Martin also realized that his junk was now exposed and the archdemon was smiling a bit wider at him. He moved to cover himself again, but he felt his hands stop half-way down and he wasn't able to move them further. He looked back at 'Aidi and she was still smiling at him.
If I'm going to answer all your questions, the lest you could do is let me view all of you. Deal? Martin knew that he wasn't really in a position to argue with her. She was the most powerful archdemon in all of reality and every reality. And he didn't really want to think about what she was capable of doing if he said no.
"Okay…deal." The archdemon giggled and then his hands were released. He put his hands on his knees and tried his best to not turn red in the attic and hard in the basement. 'Aidi rested her hands under her chin and turned right-side up.
Any other questions?
"You said that I was a victim of your sister, what happened?" The archdemon twisted her face into a scowl and leaned her head to one side.
That was Odibil, she goes on sexual frolics from time to time, picking a different reality every so often. This time she went to your reality and picked the first person she saw, and basically fucked him till he died. Martin took in a deep breath.
"It was me wasn't it?" The archdemon nodded.
Afraid so. Martin kept taking deep breaths trying to not have a panic attack.
"Why don't I remember it at all?"
I blocked your memories so you wouldn't become a vegetable because of the trauma. Martin collapsed on his back and started breathing heavily. He was basically raped by an archdemon and what she did to him was so bad, another archdemon thought that remembering it would turn him catatonic. 'Aidi hovered over him, looking down at his face.
It's best not to think about it too much. Bad memories aren't something you want to stir up. Martin nodded. He took a few seconds to pull himself together, then he pulled himself back up to a sitting position. The archdemon with him floated backwards out of his way and took her original spot in front of him.
I can give you one more question but then we need to get started okay? Martin nodded and asked his final question.
"What happens to me now? I seemed to have died but I'm not dead, so what's next?" The archdemon clapped her hands together and smiled big.
Good question and a perfect segway into that particular topic. You are correct, you are technically dead in your reality. But I pulled you from that reality to this place, she said motioning to the empty space they were currently in. This is Muucav, the space in between every reality and universe that was ever created. And this is the home of the reality archdemon, archangels, the Earbenet and the Xul. And as a rule, inhabitants of the realities are not allowed to stay here. So…you need to find a new reality to live in, but unfortunately, you don't know how to travel to them. So, I'm here to help you find a reality and get you settled in it, okay? Martin nodded. The archdemon pulled Martin up motioned to the void in front him. Martin looked confused but the archdemon only giggled. She swiped her hand in a broad arc and then something happened. The water rose up suddenly and formed six identical boxes, all looking they were made of cardboard, and numbered. Martin looked at the archdemon strangely, but she giggled again.
You didn't think that you just be dropped off in another reality without any help did you? Each of the boxes contains a requirement and a template for what you and your life will be like in your new reality. And why you ask? Because I can, and it's fun, the archdemon said clapping her hands together. Go on, go on pick one. Martin walked up to semi-circle of boxes and started to think. He didn't know what was in the boxes, but he had a good feeling that 'Aidi had put an option in there just with the intent of screwing him over. And if he could figure out where she might have put it then he would know which box not to pick. He took a good look at the boxes and thought it over, he had to admit, he was fairly limited with his choices. So, if he knew how the archdemon thought then he could get a fairly good idea of where she put the bad one in. So, what did he know about her? She's powerful, slightly childish, and she also knows this. She knows she's powerful, but she doesn't see the need to use it on something that is beneath her, like Martin. She sees things beneath her power as helpless and fragile, so she treats them like children. And lastly, she thinks that things beneath her power are curious and interesting creatures and sees their actions and plight as unimportant but feels some measure of sympathy towards them. So, with that in mind, which box should he choose? Demons in his reality see the number six as sacred but the question was, did the demons of the void between realities see it the same way? Assuming they do, she could have put the bad choice in box six to make it easy for him to know where it is; or she could have put the best option there to play with him. So, box number six is definitely an option at this point. Another option is box number three, in his reality three was also an important number, but not for demons. Aida had mentioned that archangels also lived in this void, Muucav he believes, not just the demons. And the archangels defiantly hold the number three sacred to them. And 'Aida could have put the best option in box three so Martin would associate good with the archangels and pick that one. But then again, she could have also known that he would think that and put the bad choice in there. So now, box three is another valid option for choice. But which one wasn't the choice that will screw his new life in a new reality?
Martin thought about his choice for a few more seconds then he made his choice. He walked confidently up to box six, opened it up, and pulled a white orb out of the box. The arch demon floated over to Martin and massaged his shoulders while smiling at him proudly.
Well done Martin. How did you know that the best choice would be there? Martin sheepishly scratched his head and let out a relived chuckle.
"It was only a guess between this and box 3. But if all realities stem from this place, then I just assumed that the demons in my reality would have a similar temperament to you and your sisters. And the demons in my reality would never abandon their pride. So I just assumed that you wouldn't have the prize that you gave me, in a numbered box that had the number sacred to your rivals." The reality archdemon clapped her hands wildly and spun around in the air.
I just knew you'd be interesting. Then gave another flick of her other boxes opened, and grey colored orbs flew out them, except from box three which out flew a black orb. The orbs and the boxes then became clear and then melted back into water and into the ground, except the orb that Martin was holding. The archdemon took the orb out of Martin's hand and gave it a twist. The orb glowed and floated out of 'Aida's hand and opened up a few feet away from them. A bunch of screens appeared with a language that Martin didn't understand, he assumed that it was the main language of the place between realities. The archdemon waved her hand and all the text was translated into English so Martin could read it. He walked a bit closer to get a better look at it. He focused on the biggest screen there was cause he assumed that it was the main screen that explain what his life would be in the new reality. And he assumed right.
'Winner can choose any reality to be transferred to. Must not be his original reality or any reality that branched from or was a root of said reality.' Martin gave himself a fist pump, he got to choose his reality he was sent to. Now there was just the issue of what his conditions were. He turned his attention the text under the previous one, which listed his conditions.
'Winner can choose at what timeline in the reality he is sent to, and what type of family he is/will have been born into in said reality. He may alter three things to add or subtract from said reality, in as much as it is approved by the winner's curator. In any instance the winner must be spawned as a female, any iteration of said gender is dependent on the chooser. The winner may also choose a set number of traits, physical or mental, that they may be born with, the number of which will be determined by the winner's curator. Winner is also be given immortality in the form of un-ageing, the age at which growth and decay will stop with be determined between the winner and his curator. Once a decision has been reached, the winner will be transported to the reality and the curator will no longer interfere with the progression of that reality. Good luck, and may the odds be in your favor winner.' Martin frowned and rubbed his chin a bit. True it wasn't that bad, he had plenty of leeway with which reality he went to and how that reality worked. He was also turned immortal and he got to choose his parents and abilities. The only downside was, he had to be re-incarnated as a woman. Wasn't that big of a problem, he could work around it, it was just going to be awkward for a while. But this was good, he can start his new life on his terms.
Now the only question was: which reality was he going to pick to live in? Martin didn't really want to return to a reality that was similar to his previous one, that would just defeat the purpose. This was a new life he is being given now, he should be able to start it in a new reality. But which one? Movie realities were to much like his own, they probably were allowed but those realities were far to linear to live in. Tv shows were a better option, they held more background and progress their story line, depending on which series. But then again, it might remind him of his own reality, so most of those will be a no. Anime reality seemed to be the only ones that hold the chance to both make a new life and explain away his immortality. But there is also an important question to be answered: which anime would he choose? Attack on Titan was a no go, chance of death was too high. Highschool of the Dead was a no too, while Martin thought that he could try and train to beat the zeds in the series, they were far too numerous; and the main characters seemed to not understand the point of rationing ammo, or camouflage either. Tokyo Ghoul had too high of a death rate, plus it would require a strong stomach to actually go through things similar to Kaneki. Doesn't seem worth it to devote traits to specifically counter this fact. Martin was never into the Fate/Stay series so that's a no due to interest. Fairy Tail could be one, but there was only two characters in that whole series that were truly immortal and explain his own away will be hard. Bleach seemed like a good choice too, Shinigami as well as Hollows were both immortal, and they always seem to be taking new members. The only problem was there didn't seem to be any period of extended peace between the two factions, if they weren't fighting each other, they were probably fighting themselves. There was no chance to establish or learn anything permanently, unless you have plot armor. And Martin was fairly certain he wouldn't have that at this point. The Dragon Ball series was also off the table for the same reason. So there seemed to be only one option that Martin could think of: Overlord. It was a good series, had an establish fantasy system, and the only time that there was a big upheaval was when Ainz showed up. Until that point everything was localized and most common people were left undisturbed.
Martin suddenly had a thought and grinned. The nations of Overlord were stuck in the middle age period and magic seemed to be the ruling power in that reality; he wondered what would happen if a nation rose up that favored tech over magic. This could work in his favor. Just then 'Aida pushed a screen in front of him and smirked.
Might want to create the new you before you get lost in your new ideas. Martin looked at the screen that he was handed. On the screen was an image of a grown woman, well at least an outline of one. There were many different slides and empty slots on the screen, and Martin assumed that the slides changed different parts of the body and the slots were traits that could be placed. But it never hurt to make sure.
"What are the slides and slots here for exactly?" The archdemon smiled.
Exactly what you'd think. The slides are for changing your body type and the slots are for your traits whatever they may be. Martin nodded, just as he thought. But there was a question that needed answering.
"If I add a drawback does that give a chance for another trait? Or not?" The archdemon turned her head to the side, thinking for a bit.
Depends on the drawback. And get to pick the choices okay? Martin nodded concedingly, and the archdemon created another screen which showed an extensive list. Martin poured over the list looking for things that he could add. But first, he filled out his traits list first. He knew that his traits should help him achieve his goals in his new life, but what was his goal? Well it seems that the only goal that will do is, world domination. A bit cliché of an ultimate goal, but it is time tested, and ultimately, its fun. So, he will need knowledge and smarts. He picked 'scholar' as well as 'economist' and 'speaker' to help with founding and running an empire.
'Scholar' gave Martin an encyclopedic knowledge and perfect recall of his past life and learnings. It also granted a high learning capability and much faster retention and application speed. This could be used to great effect in creating an empire based on technology instead of magic. And would also help in the faster creation of said technology. Not to mention that because of the high application speed, it would make studying magic much easier. Not to mention countermeasures to work around said magic.
'Economist' was a trait that allowed for greater understanding of money and exchange. An empire needed money after all. And this trait allowed Martin to be able to anticipate the changes in markets and let him use those changes to his benefit in any form. Whether it be gambling, stock markets, investments, or business or trade, anything that has the opportunity to make money, Martin can gain the better end of the deal every time.
'Speaker' is a straight-forward trait. It let Martin become more persuasive, and eloquent with his words. He becomes extremely more persuasive and charismatic, allowing people to be swayed to his words more easily. And a growing empire needs subjects, and subjects need a reason to stay, they must be able to be convinced to stay. But it must also apply to other rulers of other nations and empire, and Overlord has those in abundance.
And after thinking for a few minutes, he took two skills in 'Talented'. One in 'Sketching' and one in 'Dancing'. The 'Talented' trait allowed Martin to be almost supernaturally gifted in a feminine or art-based skill. The 'Sketching' trait covered drawings of all kinds, including chalk, watercolor, coal, and diagrams. Martin knew that if he was going to invent new things in this reality, diagrams and blueprints are going to be essential. And the 'Dancing' trait was mainly an aesthetic perk than anything else. He expected that he would be brushing shoulders with rich and influence people at some point, might as well learn something that would do well in court. The only problem was that his free trait spots were all used up, if he wanted more, he'd have to start picking some drawbacks.
Martin looked over the list to try and find a drawback that would not set him back too much. After browsing the options for a few minutes, he found something that might not be too bad of a drawback. It was called 'Futanari' and had a stacking drawback called 'Freaky Cock'. The "Futanari' drawback made it so that he would have a dick even as a female. It was label as a drawback due to that particular branch of gender wasn't prevalent in the Middle Age time period. But Martin was fairly certain that 'Aida put that there just for a joke at his expense, given that the stacking drawback 'Freaky Cock' let Martin choose how the cock is unusual. Martin took both drawbacks and thought about what he was going to put under the 'Freaky Cock' slot. After thinking about it for a few minutes, he finally put down 'hung like a horse' in the free slot.
'Might be the closest thing I get to being hung in any reality,' Martin thought with a lamented sigh. After those two drawbacks were set, three more trait slots were opened up in the main profile screen. It seemed a bit lopsided to him, but then he remembered that 'Aida mentioned that the number of extra traits is dependent on the drawback. One of the drawbacks must have been worth two traits. Martin then looked back at the list of traits, looking for another trait that would help him grow an empire. He looked over the combat section, an empire needs defense after all, before picking 'Fencing', 'Combat Princess' and 'General'.
'Fencing' gave Martin great talent as a duelist. Mostly in fencing as a proper sport, it can be used for defense, but it is a talent best suited for spars and honorable duels. But in no way does that make the wielder completely helpless.
'Combat Princess' is a higher tier talent of 'Fencing' but applies to a larger base. This talent gave Martin a natural gift for fighting in any form. Whether it be swords, axes, bows, polearms, unarmed…firearms, any and every form of combat comes naturally to Martin with this talent. This will help him in the long run, especially when he introduces gunpowder and guns to the Overlord reality.
The 'General' trait gives Martin a greater aptitude for tactics, logistics, and leadership. An army won't be a formidable force without someone leading it and directing it. Since Martin will be immortal in this new reality, he could learn about tactics in real time and from the failure as well as success of the other nations. Unfortunately, this used up the slots available, and forced Martin to take another look at the drawbacks list.
Martin looked and looked for drawbacks, but he seemed to run into a bit of a problem. Most of the drawbacks either prevented the use of certain actions that Martin wanted open, they make problems of a certain kind more prevalent in the new world, or they were just so smutty that they became uncomfortable. Martin reasoned that if he was going to pick a drawback, he should probably go with the smutty ones for the sake of convenience. They won't close any options, they don't cause many problems that could end badly; and he reasoned that once he got to the new reality, they wouldn't become awkward, they would eventually become a part of his new personality. After a few more minutes of looking, Martin came across a few drawbacks that might work. Particularly, 'Expensive Taste', 'Sweet Tooth', 'Narcissist', and 'Size Queen'.
'Sweet Tooth' and Expensive Taste' are fairly easy to determine. The former gave Martin a heightened taste for candies and sweets, and in that made it very easy to gain weight from them. Only the mass wouldn't go to his thighs, it would go to his boobs and breast. It can be worked off, but it would be hard with a normal workout. And the latter made it so that Martin would be used to a high living standard. The best clothes, foods, jewelry, amenities and so forth. Martin knew that it would become costly, but he was sure he could outweigh that set back with the economist trait. The next two were a bit exotic, the 'Narcissist' and 'Size Queen' traits. The 'Narcissist' drawback made Martin think that he was the most beautiful person in the world and will adore himself in mirrors as well as masturbate to himself. Martin had a thought of how to make this work, but he would leave a trait slot open just in case. And the 'Size Queen' drawback while slightly embarrassing, doesn't seem to prevent much. The only thing that it does do, is make it so that, as a girl, only the largest of dildos and cocks would be able to give him pleasure normally. And Martin didn't see that as much of a problem, as when he became emperor, or empress, he would have as much time as he wanted. As soon as he finalized the drawbacks, five new trait slots appeared.
The first thing that Martin did was check the traits for a beauty trait that could justify his 'Narcissist' drawback. And sure enough, he found one: the 'Divine' trait. It took up two trait slots, but it was a powerful trait to say the least. The trait would make Martin in the top one percentile of most beautiful people that will be present in the chosen reality; Martin was sure that percentile would include Albedo when she eventually in the new world. Martin also took this time to start working on the sliders of his new body type. There was a type of text box for presets, so that seemed like a good place to start. Martin set the preset box to curvy and took a quick look at the result. The outline of the woman was different than before, it had a more hourglass figure which accentuated its hips and bust; it also had shapely thighs petite fingers and arms. Martin pushed one of the slides up to thicken the arms, as well as one down to lessen the mass of the breasts slightly. The cock on the female image was also something that needed to be tweaked, he didn't want it to be too big as it could cause problems with his pants. He shortened it a bit and thickened the shaft and changed the text box from normal to longer, more powerful orgasms. Might as well make the most of it Martin reasoned. After he was pleased with the choices on the sliders, he moved back to the traits list to see what other traits he could pick. He finally decided on 'Arcane Arts', 'Seductive', and 'Clean'.
'Arcane Arts' would give Martin a clear understanding of the workings of magic, and magical entities. He would gain the ability to cast a variety of basic spells from all the schools of magic, but nothing above an advanced tier. Which would be about tier 5 in the Overlord reality. And given that there were many magical races and beast in the Overlord universe, it would be wise to know about them. The 'Seductive' trait gives Martin a form of charisma that complements his new body, as well as the movements and ticks to match. It would be handy for persuading nobles from other countries for favors or resources, as well as distracting them or throwing them off their guard during important meetings or submits. The 'Clean' trait is a trait meant to compliment the 'Seductive' trait. It makes it so that Martin always seems to smell clean and can go without the side affects of not bathing for much longer than most people. And his bodily functions will only seem to happen when he wants them to, like farting, sweat, masturbating and the like. Martin thought that this might be a good loophole to keep his libido under control. Now that all of that was done, he looked at the list one final time to make sure he had done everything right. When he was sure he had, he pushed a box in the top corner of the screen that said: 'Pick Reality'.
As the screen changed, 'Aida hovered over and looked over his shoulder.
Finally getting to the good stuff I see. Martin looked over his shoulder to look at the archdemon he had almost forgotten about until now.
"What were you doing until now?" The archdemon tilted her head to the side thinking for a few seconds.
Just visited a few realities, upturned a few lower demon hierarchies, killed a few rabble-rousing gods, and um…had a duel with my sister Saticade and…yeah that's it. Martin knew that he should be surprised, but he felt like nothing could surprise him. But in any event, he turned his attention back to the screen and picked his reality.
Overlord huh? It's a pretty good reality, way to linear in my opinion though.
"Linear?" Martin asked question. The archdemon twisted around in the air before answering him.
I watched over 700 different branches of that reality, and they all seem to progress the same way. New threats come up, they're put down, years of peace then repeat. No advancements in tech, no revelations in religion or science, nothing. It's like the whole timeline is a straight line, no high crests, no low troughs, nothing. Just a straight line, hence the name: linear. It would be nice for something nice to happen in that reality just once. I assume that's what your going to do? Martin nodded and the archdemon spun around happily. Yeeeaaayyy, I always wanted a reality that went somewhere. Okay, okay, okay, so I can give you three changes to your reality, what's your first choice? Martin thought for a second before he answered.
"I want there to be very large deposits of unobtanium in the world."
How large?
"Like the mines of Moria or Eribor?"
I can give you two deposits.
"Five."
Three
"Four."
Three like Eribor, one half of Moria, and some light scattered mines.
"Deal."
What kind iteration?
"A mix of the one from Avatar and transformium from Transformers?" The archdemon paused and thought about it. It was a lot to ask for, that combination could make that metal extremely powerful. But Martin was riding on the fact that this archdemon just wanted to see some fun, and this would make things very fun. And sure enough, the archdemon smiled widely.
Done. Only you need the equivalent of a supercomputer before you can use the transformium side of the element. Martin nodded, it seemed only fair at that point.
Okay, so what your second one? Martin thought for a bit before asking,
"Is there uranium or plutonium in the New World?"
Every element in the periodic table is there, and now even your special unobtanium. Martin nodded and thought again.
"What's the ratio of quantity of materials in my home world vs the new world?"
Fairly relative, although you need to remember that most of the new world hasn't been discovered by the anime in your reality. Martin nodded again. That was true, in the anime they only managed to get to the Baharuth Empire, the Re-Estize kingdom, and the Roble Holy Empire. That was kinda small in comparison to other realities and animes.
"I want the map to be enlarged to twice the size and double the amount of resources there. Except for the unobtanium, I'm sure that that one is set." The archdemon smiled.
You'd be right about that; okay, done. And what's your last one?
"Umm…I need my phone for that one, it's kinda specific." The archdemon nodded, and the water from the ground rose up into Martins hand and formed the phone he owned in his own reality. Martin opened an app and scrolled through it a bit, looking for something. The archdemon looked over Martin's shoulder, trying to see what he was trying to pull up. When Martin finally found what he needed, he showed it to the archdemon.
"I wanted to make these gods exist in the new world." 'Aidi looked at what Martin had pulled up on his phone; it looked to be a few pages from a Create Your Own Adventure from Martins home reality. It was a section of the CYOA that held about one and a half to two pages of information of different kinds of gods. But the screen of the phone was too small, so 'Aidi pulled the image out of the phone and straightened it out to see it better. The listing was short, about six gods, but also included a short profile of each god, as well as blessings that could be given for finding favor with them. There was Sephiria, goddess of law, order and justice; Ashniel, trickster goddess of nature, life and protection; Valeria, goddess of war, fire and blood; Nehketra, goddess of death, time and wisdom; Azagog, keeper of forbidden knowledge; Selyssah, goddess of beauty, shadow and murder; and finally, Trisus, god of the sea, conquest and monsters. 'Aidi looked at the list, pondered it over for about a minute, before saying,
I can bring them into the reality, but you'll have to do the work in convincing them to give you their blessings. Martin nodded, and the archdemon cleared away the picture and Martin's phone. Then she pulled up a screen that showed all the choices that Martin had made up to that point.
This is what you're going to be in the new reality, that look good to you? Martin looked over the screen to make sure that everything looked like it should.
Person: Futanari with large cock, combat proficient, learned, talented, abnormally clean, charmer, orator, magically apt.
Family: undecided
Reality: Overlord; new gods, twice as big and plentiful, unobtanium new resource
Time: undecided
Martin thought that it all looked good, so he told the archdemon as such.
Alright then, so now you just need to decide a family and a time. Martin thought for a bit. He wanted to be born into the world, cause that would give him a right to rule there. A small difference granted but would make a difference between him an Ainz in the long run. Speaking of, he wanted to be born long enough to give him time to build up an empire before Ainz officially arrived there; and everyone knew the saying "Rome wasn't built in a day". The Slane Theocracy was not an option to branch an empire from, their philosophy that the human race was superior made them weak and gave them enemies. That was never good for starting a new empire, clean slates are kinda required for starting out on the best foot. The Re-Estize kingdom wasn't the best option either, better than the Theocracy, but not without serious drawbacks. The kingdom was run and funded by nobles, and they tend to be picky. Also, the kingdom was all but established up to that point and breaking away and trying to form a new kingdom might be considered treason. The Holy Roble Empire was also not a good option for the same reason. Also, the empire was completely waterlocked, and they always contended with beastmen on their western border, so there's no room for respite. The Dragonic kingdom was too small and even at the time of the anime was having problems with beastmen on their western border. So, the only possibly option was one of the noble houses from the Baharuth Empire. In the anime, the current emperor Jincniv, the bloody emperor, had purged many of the nobles from the empire and had changed the style of rule from vassalage to imperial. So, if the Baharuth runs on a vassal system, and if one noble house left, then so what? The current ruler still had several more houses to back him in a time of crisis, one house shouldn't mean that much to him. Where he would go would have to be decided later, but at the moment, the only place that looked like he could go was down into the Dragonic kingdom territory. But cross that bridge when they get there. Martin turned to the archdemon and gave his final answer.
"I want to be born in the Baharuth empire, just about the time it was first getting started." The archdemon looked at him inquisitively.
Most people want to just appear in the new world with a prewritten backstory. You want to write your own? Martin nodded and the archdemon smiled widely while doing several midair flips.
YES! I knew you'd be fun to watch, this will be awesome! However…, she paused upside down mid-flip. There is the problem of what family you choose. Do you know which one? Martin shook his head.
"Don't you have like a listing or something of the different nobles that helped vassalize the Baharuth?" The archdemon nodded. "Could I take a look at it please?" The archdemon created a new screen with a list of names, crests and house resources and wealth. Martin thought about which family he should pick as he pondered over the list. He would need to pick a family that was down on their luck, but not heading towards bankruptcy. A weaker house could be considered dead weight to the larger collective of empire and would not be missed as much if they broke away. And after the house left, they might get offers to join back up with the collective vassals, but Martin would cross that bridge when he got there. There were almost 50 different houses in the Baharuth Empire during its inception, and it was still too many choices for Martin. He caught sight of a slider on the top left of the screen, and a date in the top right: 200 BA. Martin moved the slider to the right, and the date got smaller: 40 BA. He also noticed that the list of names changed, the first names of many of the houses had changed and some more minor houses showed up. He guessed that the BA on the date meant something along the lines of Before Ainz, which made sense when he turned the slider all the way to the right and found that there were no house names, only the name Jircniv Rune Farlord El Nix. Which was about the time that Ainz showed up in the new world, since Jircniv and had purged the nobles from the empire about a few years before Ainz appeared. And it would be a good idea to have as much time to develop his new nation as much as possible. Ainz was a top tier player with the best gear NPCs and mobs, when it came to fighting against him, there would be no such thing as overkill. So, Martin pulled the slider all the way to the left which turned the date to 379 BA, that would be plenty of time to set up an Empire, apply new technologies and prepare for Ainz and his 'children'. On the screen, the list of noble houses was very small with only 11 names: Farlord, Chamimpes, Sheartu, Ibbegs, Lignimieres, Polires, Rotttree, Eawlo, Beves, Kergagnory, and Valacor. Now all Martin had to do was pick a house to be born into.
Farlord, Polires and Eawlo were very wealthy houses that dealt with the wheat and grain business. They also where very influential in the political sphere of the new empire. They would be too important and a defection from the empire would result in disastrous repercussions that would be bad for a new budding empire. Especially since the future emperor will be born into the Farlord family.
The houses Chamimpes, Lignimieres, Kergagnory, and Beves had the same problem. Chamimpes was a proficient in forestry and woodwork, at this point in history, wood was used for many things and would make the house vital to Baharuth as it was a budding empire. Lignimieres and Beves were into the mining and smithing and that would be important as a budding empire needs arms and armor. And Kergagnory was into the animal husbandry, the need for horses, cattle and the after product of leather, the empire wouldn't this house go easily either. So, the only houses that would be possible to break away from the empire easily would be Sheartu, Valacor, Rotttree, or Ibbegs.
The Sheartu was a house in the northern region of the future Baharuth empire, and they gained their minimum wealth from the trawling boats and deep-sea fishing in the northern sea. The Ibbegs were another less wealthy noble house and they made their wealth by small patches of forestry and also with herb gathering and trading. The Rotttree made their wealth by being well accomplished tailors and the Valacors made their trade in silver mining as well as some other less valuable metals. They were wealthier than the three previous houses, but no where near as wealthy as the Beves or the Lignimieres. But if they had as many mines as the wealthier houses, then there's the chance that the mines might hold other metals or elements needed for modern designs; like cobalt or aluminum. That would give Martin a higher chance of finding his unobtanium, as well as giving him a chance to experiment with the material.
A few clicks and a push of a button on the screen, and Martin would now be born in the Valacor family under Raeymore and Eliyana, the prime founders of house Valacor. Aida looked over Martin's shoulder as he finished up.
All done? Martin nodded and the Archdemon dismissed all the screens.
So as a re-cap: you're going to be re-incarnated into the Overlord reality- A screen appeared which displayed that fact.
You're going to be born into the Valacor family, you're going to be born a futa, with these skills… the Archdemon gestures to the skills picked out by Martin as they appear.
You're to be born in the year 379 B.A., the reality will have a new element with the properties of unobtanium and transformium, the world will also be twice as large with the proportionate elements, this reality will be home to these six gods… she motions to the list of gods.
And when your immortality activates this what your going to look like, and 'Aida gestured to the screen displaying the body that Martin had pick out earlier. However, Martin picked up on something that 'Aida said and interjected, as politely as he could without angering an archdemon.
"May I ask something 'Aida?" The archdemon leveled out and hovered over to Martin.
Go ahead.
"You said that my immortality would be activated, how does that work?"
Basically, we can't have you be a non-aging immortal as soon as you're born, otherwise you would stay in the form of an infant forever. So, I'm going to set a precedent that you will have to fulfill if you want to gain immortality, the Archdemon said smiling widely. Martin groaned. He thought that it sounded just a bit too easy to gain immortality, but he really didn't have a say in this, the archdemon had final say over the rules after all. So, Martin just double checked the screen to see if all information was correct. When he saw no inconsistencies with the data and the choices that he made, he took a step back.
Happy? Martin smiled at the Archdemon and nodded. To which she smiled back and clapped her hands together.
Excellent. The screen warped into a ball, that gradually lowered to the ground. Only when it hit the ground it didn't stop, it kept sinking into the ground with the area around it seemingly pulled downwards. Martin instinctively took a step back and into the Archdemon which put her hands on his shoulders to steady him. Martin could hear the water running down the hole made in the ground and only watched as it gradually got larger. But when the edge of the hole was about a foot away from Martin's foot, the hole stopped growing. Martin cautiously looked over the edge, trying to see down the hole. He did see what looked like a milky stream running at the bottom, the stream took up the entire view, yet somehow, he could tell that it was a way down. He also noticed that the water falling from the edge of the hole was mixing with the milky stream giving it a new light bluish color. 'Aida released Martin's shoulders and hovered to the center of the hole.
Watch closely, you're about to witness a new reality being created. Martin steeled his breath and watched intensely. The Archdemon spread her arms out in front of her and began to chant.
Etinev da em te sutirips Ied mine sinani tse tivaerc mebro murarret xe oilisnoc oem Martin saw the cloud high above dipping towards 'Aida and began to condense into her hand.
Idua em Xul, mecul erad anod ihim mamina, te da coh enidro sudnum Then the sunbeams shown down on the Archdemons hands, it got so bright that Martin couldn't look at it directly.
Idua em Earbenet, anod ihim erad arbmu sitrom, mutccaep, mulam, te sittimid ni coh odnum Martin felt a chill in the air and tried to find where it came from. He looked down and saw a black mist running along the ground. It was also when the light from the Archdemon hand started to die down a bit. When he looked back, he saw the mist jumping up from where it was pooling just below 'Aida and into her hand and was mixing with the sunbeams and the clouds.
Tuc bus subidep sirtson, erecaf mudnum eraerc xe oilisnoc oem! With a flourish of her hand the strange elements suddenly vanished in a shockwave, leaving a small glowing yellow ball the size of a bouncy ball in 'Aida's hand. Martin didn't get much time too admire it though as the Archdemon dropped it down the hole and into the milky stream. Once the plop was heard, there was an explosion of light, mist and air; and afterwards a smooth gold light radiated from the hole while the Archdemon smiled.
Okay, it's all ready for ya, jump on in. Martin looked at the hole and tried to prepare himself for the jump. He got into position, crouched for the jump…and backed off walking around trying to get all the jitters out his system. He got into position again, braced himself, ran to the hole, and with no regard for self-preservation, jumped into the hole. While he fell, he heard the Archdemon yell after him,
FYI, the six old gods have been around since the world was created, they're the oldest beings in this reality! Good Luck! Martin wondered what the Archdemon meant by that, but he suddenly started becoming more and more tired. And by the time he hit the stream at the bottom, he was completely knocked out.
In a manor in the south of Baharuth, near the mountains of the Wyvern Rider Tribes
Raeymore Valacor paced back and forth across his manors solar, wringing his hands together, waiting for news on his wife; who was currently in labor. The screams from her contractions were heard throughout the manor, but none heard them more than the master of the house.
"Master Raeymore, you must calm yourself. Nothing will be changed even if you are pacing my freshly cleaned floor," the head butler Forhmere quipped at his lord. Raeymore Valacor stopped pacing for a slight moment, regained his composure, fixed and straightened his clothing…and returned to pacing the floor in a worried manner. Forhmere sighed and continued to watch his lord wait helplessly, unable to help him in return.
"Should I have some calming tea made sir? You look like you might need some relaxation, and I'm sure that the misses would like some as soon as the young master is born." Without breaking his stride, the master of the house agreed. Forhmere gave a slight bow and took his leave to have the kitchen prepare the tea. When the butler had left, Raeymore Valacor sat down on one of the many couches in the solar, trying to convince himself that it was a good sign.
He had just been with the council of the families up in the new city of Arwinter. There had been an idea, put up by some of the cardinals over in the Theocracy, that a new nation should be formed. After the six great gods had re-established human civilization, humanity had stayed in the Theocracy and had not dared to venture anywhere else. But after the events surrounding the Eight Greed kings, the cardinals agreed that humanity should be able to expand and 'breathe' so to speak. And as a newly formed noble house, he was eager to let his house become a part of an important decision in history.
It hadn't been easy, but the nobles the Theocracy had chosen, had settled on a shaky agreement for a vassalized empire. It had taken almost 10 months of deliberation, but the nobles had finally signed the document that made the new coalition, a new country called the Baharuth Empire. But there had a small, problem; not in the build of Baharuth, but in the birth of his new child. His lovely wife Eliyana had gotten pregnant when the nobles began establishing the nation, and now, the day that Baharuth was established, the child was being born. The other nobles had been ecstatic to the fact that a child was being born while the new country was being founded; some of them even called a sign from Alah Alaf, the Great God of Life. And while the noble families were happy at the fact of a new life being born, some of the higher nobles were convinced that the child's birth was linked to the future of the empire. If the baby was ugly, then the empire would be doomed to fail; and if the baby was beautiful, then the empire would be marked for greatness and prosperity.
The door opened up to the solar and a maid walked into the room, carrying a tray of tea and snacks. Following behind her was Forhmere with another tray.
"For when the mistress comes around." Raeymore nodded and accepted the tea from the maid before steadily drinking. As another scream of labor echoed through the halls, Raeymore gripped the sides of his cup a bit more tightly. He took another sip and rocked back and forth slightly, before he turned to Forhmere.
"Forhmere," the house butler turned to face the lord of the house.
"Yes master Valacor?"
"Do you think that my child is tided to the fate of this new country?" The butler raised his eyebrows slightly, and the master of the house continued. "The Farlords and the Lignimieres are convinced that the beauty of my child is tied to the success of this new country. I'm afraid that they're right Forhmere, that my child somehow holds the chance for this country to become successful. And what if she's not? What if she's a monster, then the Baharuth is doomed to fail. And what if…" Raeymore felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Forhmere standing in front of him, his hand on his masters shoulder trying to calm him down.
"In all honesty sir, I only believe that in a few moments you will become a father. And you will have a child that needs you, regardless of what the child will look like. Countries are curious thing sir, they fade with time, and they take too much effort to leave a lasting impression. Your child however is much more immediate and will more profitable as a father than trying to leave an imprint on a nation that might not survive." Raeymore nodded as he processed all of what his butler told him. Forhmere had entered the family's service for Raeymores father and has served the family ever since. And though he would never admit it, all the advice and wisdom that Raeymores father had was imparted by Forhmere. Soon a maid entered the room, the look of concern was evident on her face and was not missed by either of the men.
"Milord…your wife has given birth." She hesitated for a moment rubbing her hands furiously, her breath hitched. Forhmere walked over to the tray of tea and snacks he had prepared for the mistress, he not to gently, and not to roughly, put the cover back on top of the tea kettle. That snapped the maid out of her trance quite abruptly.
"Is there a problem with the child?" he asked in level and professional, yet slightly cold voice. The maid swallowed before straightening herself.
"It's…complicated milord. The other maids are in disarray and milady is furious, she wants you there immediately," the maid managed to stammer out. Forhmere took the tray and walked over to his lord. Raeymore stood up, straightened himself up, and walked out the door of the solar and towards his wife's bedroom. The head butler followed his lord with the tray for his wife, and the maid followed closely behind Forhmere. As they approached the room, Raeymore Valacor heard loud discussion and even shouting from inside the room. He opened the doors the room abruptly and entered. The conversations in the room stopped immediately and every eye turned to him. There were four maids and a mid-wife in the room, and the mid-wife was currently shielding a bundle from half of the maids, one of the maids was tending to her mistress, while the other was trying to help the midwife. Raeymore Valacor folded his arms over his chest while he looked over the room.
"What is going on here?" he asked in a cold voice that demanded an answer. The mid-wife scurried over to Raeymore while the maid that was helping her, moved over to block the other two maids from reaching their master before the mid-wife.
"Sir," the mid-wife started. "Your wife…"
"She gave birth to an abomination!" one of the maids shouted while trying push passed the maid currently blocking her. "The gods have cursed us! We must…"
"Silence." That one word from her master quieted her and stopped her and her fellow maid's struggling. "Stand on that side of the room and keep your mouths shut." The two maids hung their heads and moved to the side of the room their master pointed. Once they stood still, Raeymore turned back to the mid-wife.
"What seems to be the problem with my child?" The mid-wife stood up straight and started fiddling with the bundle that she held in her hand.
"Nothing wrong really sir, just a minor complication, followed with a bit of confusion. At least that's what it was supposed to be…" she said glairing at the two maids near the wall. "But these two started swearing up and down that the child was a sign of evil and needed to be killed." The maids all glared at each other but said nothing knowing full well that their master wouldn't tolerate another outburst. At this point Raeymore was very interested as to what this problem could be.
"So what's the problem?" Forhmere by this time had set his tray on the mistresses nightstand and began to help the maid tend to her. The mid-wife undid the wrappings and showed the lord of the house his child. As soon as he saw him, he was awestruck. The child was one of the most gorgeous things that he ever saw, even after only just being born, the child had astounding features. The skin was pale but smooth, the limbs were small but shapely, and even though he couldn't see its eyes, he was sure that the child's were gorgeous. He couldn't understand what the midwife was talking about, was the complication with the child being too beautiful? But why would the maids see that as a sign of evil?
"It looks like you haven't noticed it sir." The mid-wife spoke up, breaking the lord of the house from his ramblings. "Look under the child's manhood sir." Now that he thought about it, the baby's did seem a bit larger than what it should be for a child this size. But lifted the child's penis gently to see underneath it. And then he saw what everyone in the room had freaked out about. Right were the child's testicles should be, there was a small hole at the base of the penis. And since the anus was a little further down, that would mean only one thing…
"So you saw it didn't you sir?" the midwife asked the lord Valacor. The lord of the house looked at his newly born child and looked her over again.
"Does the child have any physical defects?" The maids in the corner of the room fidgeted a bit but knew better than to say anything while their master was unhappy. The midwife took the child back from the father slowly and began comforting the baby.
"None that I can see. Only this um…rarity that we have with the child's genitals. Other than that, perfectly healthy." Raeymore didn't even have to think before giving his answer.
"Then I see no problem with keeping the child. The fact that we are making such a fuss over a child that doesn't even…"
"Raey…" a weak voice came from the mistress of Valacor and all eyes on the room turned to her. Her husband was immediately at her side, gently grabbing her hand caressing her gingerly.
"Easy now madam," the family loyal butler interjected softly. "You are weak from the childbirth. You must rest now." Forhmere and Raeymore help the mistress of the house into a sitting position, with many pillows to help her recline. Once she was settled, she grabbed her husbands hand and held it tightly.
"I saw it…" she whispered just enough for her husband to hear. Raeymores eyes widened at what his wife had muttered to him.
"Everyone out. Now." He ordered in a firm voice. The maids filed out of the room, followed by the midwife; who kept her eye on the two maids that tried to take the child from her earlier. Forhmere took a second to make a damp warm cloth for his mistresses forehead, when he finished, he took his leave.
"I'll keep an eye on them sir, if you need something, just give a shout." He said with a small bow, closing the doors behind him. Once he left, Raeymore Valacor turned back to his wife. When they were married, she told him a secret, one that not even her parents knew. Occasionally, the Six Great Gods would grant her the ability to see glimpses into the future of someone that she touched. It would only last a short time and she had no control over whose future she saw, or how much she would see, but it was still a powerful ability. She had wisely decided to keep it from her parents when she turned older, blaming her randomly spacing out on recurring headaches. And her naturally curiosity with this as a child into a naturally wild imagination that all children possess. But now, she had seen the future of her own child, and now she had to tell her husband what she saw.
"You saw the future of our child my dear?" her husband asked softly. She nodded slowly and breathing heavily.
"I…saw her…" her husbands eyes widened.
"A girl…" he muttered.
"Yes, my love…" Eliyana gasped, her lungs still winded. Her husband went around to the nightstand and poured a cup of tea for his wife. He gently fed her the tea, and almost immediately she felt a bit better. Not completely rejuvenated but enough that she was no longer gasping for breath. She smiled at her husband and took his hand.
"What did you see Eli?" She took another deep breath, and squeezed Raeymores hand.
"Such strange things I saw Raeymore. I saw her plan, and build. Not just strange buildings, but also weapons. I saw her build an empire over the mountains, made of strange materials. I saw her, in a room full of metal towers, filled with strange lights. I saw…a human, or something like a human, but made of metal from the neck to the feet. And I saw twelve of them guarding her throne, and a special one on her left hand." Eliyana took a small break to take another sip of Forhmeres tea. While she did, her husband thought about what he just heard. An empire, metal towers, metal men as bodyguards? And his child, his daughter as he now knows, would be building weapons and buildings? But what kinds? And would this mean that she would overthrow the Baharuth? Would she create an independent nation? What did it all mean? Once he saw that his wife was finished with the tea, Raeymore put the teacup back on the nightstand and returned to listening to his wife.
"Did you see anything else darling?" She nodded and continued.
"I saw her demand an apology from a Baharuth emperor over a box that her aide carried. I saw her with her children," at this Raeymore perked up. His wife smiled. "I counted ten, but there were many more. I also saw her loved by her empire and beastmen as well as humans living in her cities. But I also saw terrible things." Raeymores face turned grim as he listened with intent. "I saw no temple to the Six Great Gods, in their place where six new gods that I've never seen before. I also saw her call down stars from heaven on the Theocracy, and all the kingdoms of the world. I also saw her stare down a lich, garbed in black robes and wielding a staff of gold." She stopped and rested her head on the pillow behind her. Raeymore waited for more, but when none came, he asked his wife, "Was that it?" Eliyana looked up at him and smiled.
"Don't be surprised my husband. And even if we knew what happened next, do you think we could change it?" Raeymore smiled lightly at his wife and began to tend to her warm cloth, which hand become cool and dry at this point. But while he did so, he wondered what all of what his wife saw meant. She would be interacting with royalty at some point, that sounded clear at least. Even having children, he pitied the man that would have to give her ten children and have to be with her though each birth. But what did the last bits mean? No temples to the Six Great Gods? And not only that six new gods would be worshiped. Would she become a heretic to the Six Great Gods? And she would call down stars from heaven on the kingdoms of the world? How would she become so powerful? And what would she wish to destroy the kingdoms of the world, what will they push her to? Or will she just wish destruction for destructions sake? And facing down a lich? Lichs were powerful enough, but what made this one different? Was it a symbol for the end of the world? Or an actual being?
But while he was thinking of this, her heard a scream and loud scuffling from the other side of the door. He quickly put the warm cloth back on his wife forehead and gave her a quick kiss before going to the doors. Raeymore threw the doors open but never got the chance to say anything as the scene outside the door spoke for itself. The mid-wife was lying in a heap with a dagger in her stomach, one of the maids had slash marks on her arms, bleeding profusely, and Forhmere was currently trying to take a dagger out of his shoulder. More importantly the bundle containing the new daughter of Valacor was missing, as well as the other three maids. Raeymore quickly tore the apron of the midwife and then tore that into two pieces. He bandaged one of the maids arms before handing her the other piece for her to do herself.
"I'm terribly sorry sir…" Forhmere apologized to his master while he bandaged the maid up. "I'm not sure how it happened. One minute everything was calm and the next…" he grunted finally pulling the dagger out of his shoulder.
"It was the two maids wasn't it, the ones giving us trouble earlier?" Raeymore asked pointedly. Forhmere nodded, grunting in pain while rising to his feet and holding his wound so it didn't bleed uncontrollably.
"It was sir, fortunately we managed to take the child first. But those…traitors, are still in pursuit." He pointed down the hallway, "Down that way sir." Raeymore rushed down the hall at breakneck speed looked for the three maids and his newborn daughter. He stopped when the hallway dead-ended into two other paths. Which way did they go? Left, or right? He heard something shatter and a door slam shut on the left side. He immediately bolted down the left side of the hall and though the doors on that end. But at the end of those doors was a set of stairs. And Raeymore knew that those stairs only led to one place: his private study, which had access to the roof. The maid with his child must be trying to lead the two traitors to the roof, that was the only explanation. The only question was: why? But he didn't have time to think, for now he just had to run. Up the stairs he rushed reaching his study and saw that the window to the roof had been opened and his study had been trashed. But he did waste time, noticing the shortcake that Forhmere had brought up that afternoon, Raeymore grabbed the dinning fork and knife and hurried out the window onto the roof. On the western side, he could see the two traitors to his house, as well as the maid shielding his daughter. She was backing up along the roof ridge, trying to keep out of reach of the two assassins. But she was running out of roof, and the assassins were starting to get closer. Raeymore hurried up onto the ridge and began to make his way towards the trio. But when he reached the top, the maid ran out of roof. Raeymore saw the assassins raise their daggers to finish the maid and the child, then Raeymore noticed something. The maid holding his child planted a kiss on her cheek, tears in her eyes, then jumped off the roof backwards, holding the child out a bit to her left. Then everything happened at once. Raeymore's eyes widen then he activated his skill Flash Burst. It was a skill that let him gain unthinkable speeds, but only in a straight line. But that was the only way he needed to move now. He shot forward towards the assassins and before they could register what happened, he stabbed them both in the back with the knife and fork, pushing them off the roof. Then he deactivated his skill, and jumped after his child, which he caught and pulled close to him; all four of them fell off the roof. But just as Raeymore Valacor thought that he had met his end, something grabbed his arm and broke his fall. There was also a loud snap followed with an equally loud scream. Then some more hands grabbed the master of the house and he looked to see, Forhmere and the other maid from the hallway. Forhmere had his master safely in his grip over a balcony railing, and the maid had dislocated her arm saving her master from falling to the ground. Her arm was currently hanging limply, and held a look pain in her features, but she was doing a fairly good job of not letting too much of it show.
"I really must advise against wandering up on the roof sir," Forhmere quipped. "It can be quite easy to lose your footing." Raeymore smiled as his butler pulled him to safety. Once he was over the railing, Forhmere went to help the maid relocate her shoulder, then Raeymore took a chance to check his surroundings. He was currently standing on the balcony that was connected to the manors ballroom, and directly above him, about fifteen feet up, was the edge of the roof where he had jumped from. So the maid had led the assassins to the roof knowing that they would end up here, she knew that she wouldn't survive the fall. But she did know that Raeymore would be behind her and would be able to catch the child. And that Forhmere and he fellow maid would be waiting to catch him and his child. She gave her own life so that his child might live. A pained yelp snapped him from his thoughts as Forhmere had snapped the maids arm back into place. She swung her arm around a few times before returning to her former maid poise.
"Are you all right you two?" Raeymore asked slightly concerned. The maid only smiled lightly and gestured to take the baby from him and back to her mother. Raeymore relented and watched the whole time as she walked to the door of the ballroom and down the hall to her mistress' room.
"If your father was here sir," Forhmere interjected. "He would have said that if a servant of house Valacor couldn't handle a simple inconvenience such an attempted murder of the heir of the household, couldn't be worth their salt." Raeymore chuckled lightly, that might actually be something his father would have said. But his musings where interrupted by heavy breathing. Looking towards the sound, Forhmere and Raeymore saw an interesting sight. One of the assassins had survived, just barely it seems, with her left arm visibly broken, and her left leg bent backwards. She just stared at the two of them with spite in her eyes, not speaking. Raeymore felt his blood boil slightly, she and her compatriot tried to take his first child. Yet he couldn't help but feel that there was more going on here. With a face of pure cold and stone, he strode over to the almost dying woman and knelt down to face her. Forhmere followed close behind, sensing his masters intention.
"Lets have a small talk, shall we?" Raeymore said with a grin evident on his face.
Back in his wife's bedroom, the new heir to the Valacor house was resting, and feeding, in her mother's arms. The maid that brought her back the mistress was tending to her own wounds while keeping an eye on the mother and child.
"Milady," the maid finally spoke up. Eliyana looked up, acknowledging her maid and giving her permission to continue. "Have you decided what to name the child?" The mistress of the house leaned back into the pillows behind her, turning her gaze back to her child. She hadn't thought about names, and this was her first child she wanted to pick something nice. Also with what she saw, her child would be a powerful figure, she wanted to pick something that would emanate that feeling. Then she remembered something from her childhood, and it was perfect for her child.
"I remember a tale my aunt told me about the Great God Suijin." She answered the maid. "When he was with us in this world, he sang a song that he held dear to himself. About when he answered the call of a princess banished by a cruel world and drowned in the waves of the ocean. And how he brought her back as the most beautiful creature of the sea, both in look and voice. And how her song would punish the wicked and sooth the pure." She held the child close and began to sing to her.
"Oh, the stories we were told
Quite a vision to behold
Mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold ~
Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
Barnacles became a throne, my poor Loreley. ~"
The maid finished changing the bandages on her arms, then walked over to her mistress. She knelt beside the bed and watched her young mistress feed from her mother. But soon the lady of the house became tired and began to close her eyes. Seeing this, the maid gently took the child from her mother, and wrapped her up in a cloth blanket. She then took the child out of the room and down to the nursery and proceeded to watch the child sleep. After tonight, she wasn't taking any chances with her young mistress. But back in the master bedroom, Eliyana Valacor was having another vision. A vision of her child.
She saw a vast battlefield with countless dead lying scattered across the field. Some were half-rotting skeletons; the rest were fresh corpses. Then a metal boot stomped on a rib cage breaking it, and as it marches forward, more metal boots take its place; all of them marching forwards. Then she sees the beings the boots belong to, faceless humans, made of metal and carrying strange staffs. Behind the faceless men, giant metal beasts move forward, some with large snouts, and others with none at all. She also heard an almost ghostly voice singing.
'And the winds will cry, ~ and many men will die~'
Then Eliyana's vision shifted, to see her daughter, all grown up and standing at a strange table. One with many different lights that looked like the metal men and beasts she saw earlier. And in front of them, on the other side of the table was a symbol that she didn't recognize. Then she heard the voice sing again; and what she heard might her fearful for her child.
'And all the world will bow down to the Loreley. ~'