Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord.
Also this is my first story and I hope you will follow me along on an epic adventure that will have a (hopefully) epic main story and many little arcs to keep you entertained in times where the main story progresses slowly.
Prologue
In a dimly lit room somewhere in the Slane Theocracy men and women clad in high quality war gear readied themselves for an assault. A legendary undead had been spotted patrolling the Katze Plains. Normally this would not have been a problem. But his time the Thousand League Astrologer had confirmed that the undead at hand was a Death Knight, presumably under the control of the undead Sorcerer King. This made the appearance of the strong monster a good opportunity to get a sneaky assault on the Sorcerer Kingdom and also gather information and strength. To that end Kaire had been commanded to take control over it with "Downfall of Castle and Country" to bring it back to the Slane Theocracy. The Black Scripture was just a measure of precaution as Kaire had taken a long time to recover from her injuries so the Slane Theocracy's officials did not want to risk her life carelessly.
The captain of the Black Scripture addressed his comrades one last time before they departed:
"Remember, the monster is not our target. Our only goal is to keep lady Kaire safe and help her to use the power of the God's artifact.",
before he spoke his next sentence his expression darkened and together with the shadows of the dim light and his bright red eyes he himself had the appearance of a monster in disguise,
"Always be on high alert! This might be a trap of the Sorcerer King. Watch every shadow and be prepared at any moment to either evacuate or fight till our deaths."
It was not an inspiring speech. Neither should it be. The Undead had further expanded his influence to the Holy Kingdom. The priests of the south still stood firm against the undead. But the north had fallen into heresy completely. This filled everyone who knew of it with a sense of despair even though they did not have ties politically or in trading, the Holy Kingdoms priesthood was in close contact to the priests of the Slane Theocracy. So them turning to the Undead was a grave wound to the faith.
With this attack they hoped to regain a bit of ground and halt the advance of the undead forces. For this reason conviction to either win or die in battle could be seen on the faces of everyone present.
Two days after they got on their way to the last known location of the undead monster
The last two days the atmosphere had been tense. The second seat of the Black Scripture, a man known as Time Turbulence, was thinking about various things. One of these was the extra seat, Zesshi Zetsumei. He was a citizen of the Slane Theocracy and member of the Black Scripture. As such he had of course learned to hate heteromorphs just as much as everyone else had. And he admitted that he was very ignorant when he first met Zesshi. She was half elf and half human and therefore a piece of shit like all the elves he had killed so far. But after being around her for some time he realized that she was different. She was not like all the weaklings he had slaughtered. She was strong and witty and honest to the gods he had to admit that he had a crush on her. This was why he always wanted to prove himself to show her that he was the strong mate she was looking for. He would always try his best to become stronger than the captain to impress her.
Lost in his thoughts about Zesshi the time had flown fast and the sun was already kissing the horizon. But just as they wanted to set up their camp at the outskirts of the Katze Plains one of them pointed something out that looked like a big black shadow. The only difference being that this shadow was indeed a being of physical mass. And now that they had started to alert it with battle preparations it turned his head to their direction and stared at them with dead eyes in a rotten face. The reaction to seeing this abnormality, this beast that send shivers down even the back of the legendary Tri Arts Fluder Paradyne. Their faces did not show fear but instead conviction. They knew they would easily win against this beast but they were still weary of an ambush or a trap set by Ainz Ool Gown.