A/N Hey guys! I'm trying something new with this fanfic. Though, I suppose everything would be new, seeing as it is my second fanfic. I've always wondered what would happen if Ainz wished for his friends to come to the New World, so I wrote a story about that. Here's my first chapter. Enjoy!

~~50 years after Momonga enters New World~~

The Hammer of Genjiro were balancing precariously on a small icy outcrop, next to a rocky cliff stretching hundreds of feet into the air. A storm raged around them, blowing ice and snow around in every direction.

Horak grunted as he was hit in the face with a small piece of ice. Already, his face was battered and bruised, despite his thick helm. His fellow adventurers were hardly doing better. If not for Antor, they would all have died already. Without his [Energy Protection: Cold] and [Minor Heal] spells, they would have frozen into icicles left to adorn the dangerous road.

Horak adjusted his hammer over one brawny shoulder and continued moving. He had to move it every couple minutes before it made his shoulder grow numb. The Hammer walked through the blizzard without a complaint, struggling to push through the gales with nothing but some armor, a mage, and prayers to the Supreme on their lips. It seemed like they walked for another hour, but Horak knew inside that it had only been about twenty more minutes when they finally found the end of the tiny ridge. In front of them was a valley, sparse with pine trees and small bushes.

It looked like quite an appealing spot to make camp, as the sun was setting and the day was growing colder. They needed shelter, a fire, and some rest.

"Let's make camp for the night. We've traveled far enough for today."

"Our mission is to reach the northern coast. We cannot stop!"

"Antor, we will reach it eventually. Horak is right, if we continue in this way, we may die."

'Thank you, Jabrim."

The older human nodded in acknowledgement of the thanks, and led them into the valley. They stopped walking right next to a large boulder, which protected them from the wind. One side of the boulder was covered in snow, while the other was bare. There was a snow 'shadow' stretching for almost twenty feet behind it.

"Make a fire."

"Very well, Jabrim."

Antor leaned forward and cast 3rd tier spell [Flame] on their kindling kit. As Hokar watched the flames billowing from his fires, hel remembered how weak Antor used to be. He could only manage 2nd tier on a good day. However, that all changed when Lord Momonga had founded his Magic Academy. In its hallowed halls, he had learned the true arts of spellcasting.

Antor had told them how he had been picked up off the streets and enrolled. It had grueling, but enlightening. At the end of his schooling, he was a confident caster of the 4th tier.

Hokar took his hammer off of his back, and placed it on his knees. He began polishing the shaft carefully, going over it in rhythmic, slow strokes, while his mates tended to the fire and cooked some rations.

"Hokar, why do you always polish your hammer? I can hardly imagine it being any cleaner."

"Polishing the shaft is necessary to good hammer health. The wood can splinter in the cold otherwise."

They relaxed in front of the fire, describing old times and reliving memories. The fire blazed on the four friends, two humans, an orc, and an elf. Jabrim was stirring a pot over the flame, which was now full of meat and vegetables. Hokar fingered his tusks out of hunger before asking his next question.

"Is the food done?"

"You're always so hungry! It's almost done."

The soup had begun to steam, emitting a pleasant smell. Hokar reached a thick finger in and sipped the soup. Antor gave him a slap with his staff, causing Hokar to pull his stinging hand backwards. As he did so, his elbow banged against the rock he was leaning against. Ow! Dammit. He examined the rock after a second, noticing some scraped flesh he had left behind. He scraped it off, chucking the skin into the fire.

"Hokar! That's just nasty…"

However, Hokar didn't respond. He was staring in fascination at the rock.

"Antor, can you cast an identification spell on this rock?

"Why? It's a rock."

"Look, here. See that?"

"...Runes."

Antor backed up and cast [Identify Item]

"Let's see… It appears to be some sort of runic alert. The rock calls itself a Herald of the Swarm. Hmm… It has a rune of protection, a rune of area detection, and a rune of alarm."

Hokar was proud of his teammates skill at recognizing runes, but his smile died as he remembered something.

"Hey, doesn't that sound like one of those stones which would summon small groups of monsters if someone came near? The ones that appeared all over the southern quarter."

"You're right! Quick, back up!"

He was grateful that their leader, Marshall, could recognize his warning so quickly and act on it so well. It was a recent change that humans would listen to orcs, one of the many things he was grateful to the Supreme Beings for. Antor hadn't moved, however.

"Wait. There's more to that. If I could just look at it for a second? It's keyed to other stones somehow, if I could figure out how it wo- arghk!"

Hokar scrambled back as a shadowy claw erupted from his friends back. It lifted him into the air, slicing through his body. Somehow, they hadn't noticed the shadowy creature which had emerged from the stone as it had stalked forward. Marshall leaped forward, imbuing his sword with holy energy, but before he could do anything, the claw jerked and completely bisected Antor's torso. Antor slid to the ground, revealing his assailant.

It was a giant, four legged animal with two arms protruding from an upright torso. It had a horned head, and two red eyes glowed in shadowy sockets.

Zanor, the elf, shot three arrows in rapid succession toward the shadowy shape. They stuck in it, but appeared to do very little damage. In a succession of blows, Marshall and the thing parried back and forth. Blasts of holy light and shadowy darkness battled, exchanging blows rapidly. As they watched, Marshall activated his Head Chopper combo, and beat the thing backwards, cutting of one of the horns on its head.

It turned and ran backwards, fading into the night.

Just as they were about to breathe a sigh of relief, they noticed more of the shadowy creatures rising from the ground. They were in various shapes, though the shadowy Zoastia was most common. The stone they had been leaning on was glowing red, and in the distance they could see other spots of red light, stretching on for miles. At a glance, there appeared to be hundreds. Coming this far north into uncharted territory was unwise.

The shadowy creatures surrounded Marshal, and began attacking him. Blows rained in at him from all directions, and he quickly lost ground as he desperately parried and dodged. All around them, hundreds of the beings started rising from the ground. The three of them backed up so that they were back to back. In the distance, Antor's corpse was flung into the rapidly growing horde of the shadow demons. Hokar readied his hammer, and spoke to Zanor.

"You are the only one here with [Message]. Warn the priests."

"We can still make it!"

"No, we can't. Our duty to the Supreme Beings is to sacrifice ourselves for the greater good if necessary. If we must die, we will, but it won't be in vain. Send the damn [Message].

Zanor nodded and cast the spell. His face was shining with patriotic devotion as the words left his lips. Then the shadowy creatures closed in, surrounding them. The last three adventurers in the Hammer of Genjiro battled in silence, completely overwhelmed by a horde of unfamiliar and potent creatures. One by one, they were struck down, until none but Hokar still breathed. His armor was ripped away, and he was bleeding green blood from multiple wounds. He no longer had the strength to hold his hammer aloft, so he let the shaft hit the ground, and leaned on it.

After a second, he picked it up again, and held it in a ready stance. But before he could use the hammer, he felt a searing pain, and a cold feeling in his gut. He looked down and realized that a shadowy claw was protruding from his guts. It lifted him into the air, holding him like an insect. His hammer fell from numb hands as the last of the Hammer of Genjiro fell, far away from the home of civilization. His last words were: We have done our duty. Soon, I shall see the face of Momonga.

"Lord Momonga,

Leader of the Supreme Beings

Calculator of the infinite variables of the future,

Keeper of the keys of life and death,

You whose perception stretches forward to the end of time,

Grant me success in all my ventures,

That I may glorify you with my exploits, for all shall be in your name…"

Nicodemus sat in the largest of the temples on Temple Mount, kneeling before a statue of a skeletal overlord. In its eyes, red flames glowed, shedding a gentle glow over the surrounding praying humans.

Nicodemus reached into his shirt pocket and placed a sacrifice in front of the statue. It was a semi-valuable stone from his collection at his home. Once his formal prayer was done, he voiced another, in his head. Lord Momonga, please let me rise through the ranks! You know that my only dream is to be your servant.

Since his first days in his father's arms, he had been enamored of Momonga. Since he was small, he had hoped to one day serve the Supreme One. He had even abandoned the inheritance of his family to become a scholar.

As Nicodemus prayed, he heard the sounds of the other faithful listening to one of the Seneschals speaking from the Testament of the Supreme. The priest was a Beastkin, dressed in a humble sack which did little to hide his muscular form. Despite his poor dress, he held the grace and enigmatic dignity that all who have spoken with a Supreme Being possess. His words held an unusual gravity.

"And the Lord Momonga said to the faithful: Which of you would serve me, that you may know my will? The first one stood and said: 'I shall serve you.' In his wisdom, the Lord Momonga desired to know the reason, to which he said: 'For I desire to be great, and to do great deeds in your name'. Lord Momonga was not satisfied, and took his life so his ambition would not trouble him further. The second stood and said: 'I shall serve you. Again, Momonga asked why, to which he was told: 'For I wish to peer into the abyss of magic, to learn the secrets of thine holy art.' Lord Momonga gave him what he desired, but the supplicant was lost in the whirlpools of the Abyss which only the Supreme can fathom. Finally, the third…"

Nicodemus and the others listened intently to the priest as he read from the Holiest of Books. The Testament was said to have been written by the First Seneschal, Neia Baraja during her many adventures. Nicodemus was so entranced by the tale of the Supreme One's exploits that he failed to notice that the other faithful had left the temple. The Seneschal stopped reading, causing Nicodemus to look up. He felt kind brown eyes rest on his own.

"Where did everyone go?"

"Outside."

Nicodemus stood up, and walked to the door. Outside, a crowd had formed in the causeway, and was slowly moving away from the temple. Nicodemus strained to see what was at the 'eye' of the crowd, but he was unable to see what exactly it was. He walked down the steps of the temple after a moment's hesitation, and joined the crowd. Nicodemus was larger than the average man, and he was able to force his way to the front of the group.

He laid his eyes on a distinguished man in a suit. White hair, carefully combed to one side. A suit made of cloth of such a high quality that eyes seemed to be drawn to it. A ramrod stiff posture, and a sense of dignity profound enough to make Nicodemus feel like a barbarian in his presence. Many of the female humans were swooning, and the men looked like they had seen their idol.

Sebas Tian. A legendary name. One of the Exalted Seven, those nearest to the service of the Supreme Beings. Everyone following looked like they had seen something between a savior and a celebrity. Nicodemus heard awestruck voices echoing from the crowd.

"He's so majestic..!"

"Wow…"

"Can you feel the pressure coming off of him?"

"I wonder what it's like to talk to a Supreme Being."

Suddenly, Sebas Tian turned around, as if just realizing the presence of the crowd behind him. Everyone knew that he had known they were there. In fact, he probably knew how many were there by listening to their heartbeats alone.

"I thank you for your devotion, but I must ask you return to your prayers or other business. I am just one old man, hardly worth devoting attention to."

One of the members of the crowd yelled out in response.

"You're my hero!"

"Marry me!"

Sebas looked quite exasperated. Nicodemus sighed internally at the ridiculous behavior, though he sympathized. Then, he realized something. This is my chance to talk to him. Remember what you practiced.

"Everyone, please let Lord Sebas be. I'm sure he has important work ahead of him, and we would be remiss in or duties if we were to delay a servant of the Supreme Beings!"

There were grumbles from the crowd, but they couldn't refute his logic. The thought of insulting a Supreme Being set many to trembling. Slowly, the crowd left, until everyone but Nicodemus had followed his own advice. Nicodemus kneeled towards Sebas.

"Lord Sebas!"

"Thank you for your timely intervention. It is true that I have work to do."

Nicodemus nodded, all the while thinking off things to say. What did I practice if something like this happened? I can't remember!"

"Ah- um, Lord Sebas! Might I have a favor."

Sebas looked at him for a second, and then nodded his dignified head in acceptance.

"May I accompany you to where you are headed?"

Nicodemus felt that gaze land on him once again, and immediately felt as though he had overstepped.

"Of course. It is not far."

"Thank you, my Lord!"

Sebas nodded again, and turned to walk in the direction he had been originally heading. He held a quick pace, fast enough that Nicodemus was forced to hustle after him. Sebas realized this, and slowed imperceptibly so he was moving just slow enough for Nicodemus. I need to ask him how to best rise through the ranks.

"Erm, Lord Sebas?"

"Yes?"

Nicodemus gulped. Generally, he was very composed, but the presence of such a powerful and mythical figure made him feel weak in the knees.

"I have always harbored the dream of serving the Supreme Beings directly."

He felt Sebas glance at him again. This time, the gaze seemed warmer than it had been previously.

"Indeed, I have heard that many share a sentiment."

"Perhaps, but none with zeal matching mine! Excluding the honored denizens of Nazarick, of course."

"I understand. Is your question how you raise yourself enough to serve the Supreme Beings?"

"Yes, it is."

Nicodemus felt internally grateful that Sebas had understood his desire without him needing to say it. Thank you, Momonga for blessing me. It was customary for a citizen to direct their prayers toward their patron, only thanking another Supreme Being if it was in their direct field. For instance, one would thank Peroroncino if a beautiful girl seemed interested in you, or Blue Planet if your crops grew well. He heard that measured voice echo forth through the empty street again.

"Then, there are two ways. The first is to apply for a job in Nazarick at a Temple. The second is to find some way to bring your name fame. Nfirea Bareare has gained a place at their side for his service. You may also find some way to do that."

"My lord, I would be honored to hear your advice if you have any to give."

Sebas smiled at the presumption.

"My advice is to find something unique. The Supreme Beings have no lack of strength. Do you have a talent? That would be good."

Sebas suddenly stiffened, and put a hand to his ear, before looking regretfully at Nicodemus.

"I'm afraid our conversation is at an end. I must ask that you leave."

Nicodemus bowed and walked back out of the alley. However, something gripped him, and he paused. For the rest of his life, he would be grateful he had. Sebas was kneeling in the alley. As Nicodemus watched, a hole in reality ripped itself asunder, and a Supreme Being stepped out.

An intense pressure washed through Nicodemus. He fell to his knees without even thinking, kneeling in the same direction as Sebas. He barely managed to raise his head under that dominating, unbearable pressure. In front of him was a Supreme Being in shining armor. He wore magnificent armor, and a beautiful sword was strapped to his waist. In his presence, Nicodemus felt the sudden desire to correct wrongs, to purify the world.

He had heard that Supreme Beings had powerful presences, but he had dismissed tales of whole armies suddenly bowing without a fight in the face of even three Supreme Being's to be a bit of an exaggeration. However, now he knew. He felt like a child sitting before an Emperor. No, a god. That which stood in front of him so outclassed him that he could never hope to even brush it's soles if he tried for 10,000 years.

There was a flash of light, and the shining warrior and the kneeling butler both disappeared. Nicodemus felt that terrible pressure ease, and then disappear. By the 41! I never knew! He shakily rose to his knees and leaned against the side of the alley.

His desire to serve the Supreme Beings was increased tenfold.

Touch Me sat in the Divine Garden. Ahh… Blue Planet certainly knew how to create a place of peace. Around him, hundreds of trees of all colors, some completely unnatural, grew. Despite their otherworldly appearance, every tree seemed like an embodiment of vitality and growth. Beneath the bright leaves, winding paths of stone slithered through the grass. Still pools dotted the landscape, so smooth that one could see a perfect reflection.

Touch Me was hovering in the air above a stone plinth. It was a spot which his friend said he had made especially for him to use. Touch Me liked to begin his day by centering his thoughts and meditation. He had even made sure he came out here when he entered the physical realm.

The 'Metaphysical' realm is so strange. I'm glad to be back here. Tabula Smaragdina had decided they tell all who were curious that they slept in the 'Metaphysical Realm.' Unfortunately, because of Momonga's wish all those years ago, as soon as enough people believed it, it became the truth. Now, instead of resting, they were teleported to a strange dream world.

Touch Me closed his four eyes, and listened to the sounds of the water flowing. He once more admired the work his treasured guildmate had put into designing this new addition. Suddenly, he heard a rich and measured voice echo in his head.

"Touch Me?"

"Ah, hello, Momonga. Your voice always surprises me."

"Oh, well, thank you. In any case, we are convening a meeting soon in the Conference Room. Please bring Sebas."

"Sure thing."

Touch Me released the [Fly] spell, and floated down to the stone plinth. He stepped off, and briefly stretched his body. His limbs could move in directions, which had never been possible when he was human. At first, he had worried he would have to relearn all of his sword skills, but he found it came naturally.

[Message]

"Sebas."

"Lord Touch Me! How may I serve my creator?"

"Please meet me at that alley we met at a couple weeks ago at 12:00. You remember the one?"

"Yes, my lord. I could never forget the words of my creator. I shall go there immediately and wait."

"I am warmed by your devotion, Sebas, but please, take your time. I need a couple minutes to get ready."

"Of course. I shall make sure to take my time."

"Thank you."

Touch Me terminated the [Message]. Sebas is truly everything I wanted him to be. All of the Supreme Beings had been pleased with their NPC's. Especially Peroroncino… Touch Me forced himself to not let his thoughts travel down that dark path. Moans for three whole weeks… Stop, Touch Me! He checked the time. 11:49.

"I suppose I have some time."

"Pardon, Lord Touch Me?"

One of the Homunculi maids was standing behind him and to the left. One was attending a Supreme Being at all times. It was lucky that only about ⅓ of the Supreme Beings were in Nazarick at any given moment. The rest worked on projects in the Metaphysical Realm. It was the only place they could access the Customize menus and such, so it was immensely valuable for creating things.

"Ah, nothing at all…?"

"Foire, my lord."

"My apologies, Foire. Thank you for your service. As I said, it is nothing."

Foire blushed wildly at the gratitude and made some feeble gestures. Touch Me inclined his head to her, flustering her further, before striding out of the Garden. Blue Planet had not wanted an entrance to his garden, as he felt it would ruin the wild look. Therefore, there was one place in it where Teleportation was possible.

Touch Me activated a skill, and was suddenly a silver blur zipping through the trees. To his heightened perception of time, it seemed to be in slow motion. He flew through the air, and landed feet first on a tree. He bent his knees as he landed, to cushion the impact, before pushing off again. Touch Me felt a moment of guilt as he glimpsed the maid hurrying in his direction, though she was losing ground at a ridiculous rate.

He jumped a few more times, before coming to a halt. There was a small clearing, with a wooden tree stump in the middle of some lush grass. Touch Me walked onto the tree stump stood there for a minute.

"Sebas, I will be a little early. Please arrive."

"Of course, Lord Touch Me."

Touch Me terminated the [Message] and cast [Gate]. A shimmering portal flung itself into existence in front of him. After adjusting his sword, he stepped through. There was a moment of vertigo as his vision went black. However, it soon cleared, revealing the form of Sebas kneeling at his feet.

His creation looked as immaculate as ever, and yet dignified. Touch Me felt a surge of fatherly joy. It was strange to feel like a father to a man which looked twice his own age, but the feeling could not be denied.

"Good afternoon, Sebas. Thank you for arriving on time."

"It is my duty to serve Lord Touch Me. Being late would be unforgivable."

"No need to be so formal. Please, refer to me as just Touch Me."

Momonga had mentioned how much your NPC's seemed like children, and he was not wrong. Hearing someone who was almost a son call him 'Lord Touch Me' evoked feelings of distance. Thus, he would rather they speak informally.

"I could neve-"

"I insist."

Sebas trembled very slightly, almost imperceptibly. He appeared to be almost overwhelmed. However, it was an obvious tell to Touch Me. Maybe too much informality isn't right either.

"...In any case, are you ready? Momonga has asked that you be present at our meeting."

"I'm ready, my lord."

"In that case… [Greater Teleportation]."

The two of them disappeared in a flash of light. When they rematerialized, they were standing in the 9th floor of the Great Tomb. In front of the were two wooden doors, decorated with carvings, and possessing an elegant golden trim. Voices could be heard emanating from within, talking in amiable friendship about various projects.

Touch Me pushed open the door and walked in. He assumed his place next to the head of the table.

"Hey Touch. How are you doing?"

"Very well, thank you, Nishikienrai."

He joined his guildmates in discussing one of their new projects. Punitto Moe had begun slowly changing the faith to something more amenable, while Ulbert and Demiurge had begun subjugation of one of the last holdouts of humans in the far south. A few cities had been founded there hundreds of years ago, on an island chain unconnected to the mainland. The people were proud, seafaring conquerors and raiders.

They had not responded well to being informed they had new rulers. Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do in the face of even one Supreme Being. Twelve had descended upon them, Touch Me among them. Tabula had quickly added the exploit to the Testament.

"... And then I looked at him and I said 'I am a Supreme Being! Bow your head!' He got right on his knees and tried to lick my boots. You can't even imagine how funny it was to see a dragon act like that."

Touch Me was jerked out of his musings by the sound of laughter coming from Ulbert and Luc_Fer. The two of them were both Demonkin of some kind, so they got along very well.

Along the table, all of the members were talking to another. Touch Me turned towards Temperance, but before he could ask him about his various projects, the door opened. Momonga stepped in, resplendent in robes which seemed to eat at the sunlight. Flames blazed in eye sockets, and a halo of darkness floated behind his head. They had taken a vote, and much to Ulbert's consternation, Momonga was viewed as being the most impressive, visually.

"Hello, everyone. Please be seated."

The chatter died as everyone assumed business attitudes. Momonga took his seat at the head of the table.

"I, Momonga, Leader of the Supreme Beings, Supreme One, and Tribute of Death, do convene the 381st meeting of the Supreme Beings of the Great Tomb of Nazarick."

His voice sounded faintly exasperated. Tabula and Ulbert had both insisted he start meetings in this way. The others had all thought it was at least funny, so he had been forced to do so. It seemed to have some benefits, at least, as the maid was swooning in the corner.

"The reason I have called you over here is three-fold. One, I have heard interest in putting together a backstory for us. Is anyone interested?"

"Tabula isn't present at the moment, but I'm sure he would be."

"Very well. The second reason I have been called is to discuss new skills or abilities. Anyone who has one, please write down its name, capabilities, and what part of your legend you think has created it."

Touch Me pulled out a piece of paper from his inventory, as well as a fountain pen. He began writing.

Touch Me- Skills

God-slayer- This ability is a powerful finishing slash, which does about half of World Break's damage, but does holy damage. Perhaps from us incorporating the story of the guild killing Aberrant Calamity? I had the finishing blow.

Divine Justice- This lets me both understand the Morality of anyone I look at, and has a AOE status affect 'Judged' to all I want to use it on who has negative Morality. I believe it has to do with me being painted as the Supreme Being of justice.

He passed the paper to a waiting maid. She nodded her head, and placed it into a bag incredibly carefully. The other pieces of paper made their way into the bag next to Touch Me's. She's treating the notes like a treasure. It is good to have such leal service. Peroroncino was staring at one of the maids ample busts, causing the unfortunate Homunculus to blush. Touch Me was going to slap him, but Bukubukuchagama was present. A resounding SMACK interrupted the procession for a minute, but everyone continued as if nothing had happened once they figured out what it was.

After all, this is a regular occurence, Touch Me thought wryly. Momonga tapped the table, drawing everyone's attention. I still have trouble recognizing this as the old Momonga. He's a true ruler now.

"Final order of business. I have word that one of Temperance's adventurer teams was slain in the far north. Apparently, they sent a [Message] before dying, which goes as such:"

Momonga pulled a small note from his inventory.

"'We are surrounded by thousands of demons. High threat level. Prepare yo-.' The rest of the message was cut off by the sounds of what was, apparently, the caster dieing. I want an evaluation of the threat."

Ulbert casually sharpened a claw with an ornate file made of bone.

"Low. Nothing we can't handle, especially if all of us are here. It would be more valuable to work on the Mind Over Matter project than worry about this."

Touch Me spoke up.

"I think that it merits investigation. There isn't much left in this world that can kill one of our adventurers outside of our rule. Perhaps we should send out a few more parties, of much higher level?"

Momonga nodded his skeletal head.

"I feel the same. Let's make sure they have one who can at least use [Gate] if things go wrong. Bukubukuchagama, can you deliver compensation to the adventurers personally?"

"I'm a little busy with a little something right now. You could do it, Momonga. After all, you are the Supreme Being of Death"

"I would, but I'm not sure I wouldn't make things worse."

He has such a low opinion of himself.

"No, no, Momonga. The people love you dearly, and in any case, you certainly have enough charisma."

"Thank you, Touch Me. In that case, I shall visit them."

With that, the 381st meeting of the Supreme Beings of the Great Tomb of Nazarick was concluded.

This is the first chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed, but if you did not, please leave reviews for me to read. It really helps improve the quality of the work. If you want to know the reason that the Supreme Being's are in the world, hold tight! It's coming in the next chapter.