The 9th floor of the great Tomb of Nazarick was a massive maze, so many different rooms! I quickly got lost, I never spent a lot of time here. I spent most of it, either on the 6th hanging out with Chagama-chan or on the 7th floor helping Ulbert-sempai.

Clicking noises followed behind me as my hooves hit the tiles, my eyebrows were crumpled up, directions bombarded me as I walked.

After a while I started to get frustrated, I'd made it to the bath house 3 separate times, but that wasn't the worst, I found the bar a total of 5 different occasions and do not get me started on the cafeteria, the food the chef gave me was good. Raw meat is the best! Wait, what was my point? Raw mea- That's right I was flipping lost! Every person I spoke to, had no clue where my brother was.

So in the end I flopped down in the lounge area, I'd only come across this place once, so I wasn't sick of seeing it. I was tired, my eyes were heavy and yawns were a constant threat. My muscles ached from all the walking, my brain had been used far to much and was groggy. I wanna sleep... I'm tired Onii-chan, please come out. The sofa was soft, I was sinking into it. The lull of sleep pulled at my eyelids mercilessly, a quick nap wouldn't hurt.

Demi had settled on my chest comfortably, tail once again finding itself coiled around one of my limbs, my arm was trapped, but at this point I was beyond caring. A soft purr seemed to come from the demons small body, it was a nice comforting sound.

I was out like a light.

Demiurge

The demon sat quietly, his eyes only partially closed, though he was actually quite alert. Demiurge lazily scanned the room they currently resided in. Beautiful. One word could not do it justice, the whole tomb was beautiful. Many words floated though his mind, none could compare to his wonderful home. How fortunate he was, to be allowed to live in such a place. A place only the supreme beings could live. Such luck.

Yet, why did their beloved gods leave?

Was it that they were displeased with their creations?

What did we do?

The frog looked up at the young girl, one of the two that had stayed with him. Demiurge found the child very endearing, so small and so innocent. Yet at the same time terrifying, a true monster, he trembled at the scene from the 7th floor. He'd lost control of himself, it was usual, but the mixed Sins she had emanated, so very powerful. So terribly intoxicating, it had crushed his will, to force his true nature out. It was bliss. Pure and simple. He wanted to grovel, he wanted to scream and he wanted pain. Yet, his mistress had given him love.

He was overcome with possessive and greedy emotions, how he enjoyed these feelings, but he could not let them show. Only to Mystic. He remembered her saying

"I was j-just thinking, um how happy I was that your so relaxed and ah-um at ease around me. It's nice!"

Demiurge let those words melt into him, he knew that those words would be engraved in his heart forever. It was nice be able to be so relaxed with someone, to be himself. Of course he assumed this was only the case when they were alone. Like now, he didn't pick up any power signatures. He was safe to be his natural self.

He wanted attention.

Crawling from Mystic's chest, he went to sat next to her cheek, he lent forwards to nuzzle his mistress affectionately. He was careful to not rouse her when he pulled back. A purr like crock escaped his mouth, it was pretty embarrassing, thankfully nobody heard. Before finally curling up in the crook of her neck. He was happy, so happy.

When the frog had gotten comfortable, he went to rest his tail round Mystics neck, it was a protective gesture, one that covered a critical spot on the body. On second thought removed it. He began wondering if he should apologise for his protectiveness earlier, she seemed so upset and scared, all he wanted to do was make her feel safe. Glaring at his tail briefly, he thought about Mystics reaction, she didn't like it at all when he tried to guard her throat.

Did she fear it?

If so why?

Didn't his creator trust him?

The demons heart was suddenly crushed, was she afraid he would let harm befall her or worst still, believe that he, himself would hurt his beloved creator. One of the ones he owed his life to, the only ones who he would die for.

He decided to not think on it anymore, just to learn from his past blunders. Instead he busied himself with fun little plans, plotting was one of his favourite pass times. So many plans, he grinned at all the ways he could impress his masters. He would keep them here! Show them his undying loyalty, show how useful he could be.

Yet...

The pain in his heart burned. My darling mistress, don't you see how your pet loves you. How he would tear himself apart for you, how much I adore you. You are mine! I well crush anyone for you. The other floor guardians. Even Momonga-sama at your request!

His eyes were wild, set ablaze with fear and greed. The once clear calculated mind of the defence leader, was now buzzing with hideous thoughts.

Mine!

All mine!

Then suddenly, he felt a small jolt of electricity run though his mind.

"Demiurge are you there? It's Albedo, Momonga-sama has requested the presence of the floor guardians. You are to him meet on the 6th floor within the hour."

The overseers voice pulled him out of his demonic hunger, his soul forced down his bloodlust, shoving his demon once again into submission.

Ah, Albedo, you always appear at the right moment. Good thing too. What a terrible way things could of gone...

Turning his attention to what Albedo had been saying. Demiurge internally grumbled at this, but an order from the great master of Ainz Ooal Gown had to be obeyed. Normally he would be unbothered by this, without a second thought the devil would come rushing. Sadly Mystic was asleep and he didn't really want to wake the young girl up. She was exhausted. A supreme being might be godlike in stature and power, this little one was still a child and children needed rest.

The spell Froggerfiy had run out a while ago, at the time he simply saw no reason to change back. Admittedly, he had been enjoying himself as a frog.

After another mental shake and he was satisfied enough with his self control, Demiurge dragged himself grudgingly from his spot and jumped down. A moment later a man stood in the place of the frog, he was himself again. Adjusting his tie, he answered

"Understood, I will come shortly. By the way is Momonga-sama alright, anything interesting happen? Mystic-sama has been worried about him"

He got a long pause, the arch devil could here heated and trembling breaths. Then, chanting, Albedo was chanting Momongas name in a highly turned on voice.

The demon blankly cut the message there.

Well that was fascinating. He definitely had some very interesting guesses, as to what that could have been. Succubus are such odd creatures, especially that one. He let out a exasperated sigh, best he pay it no mind.

For now at least.

He struggled silently, as he pondered what to do with the fawn, until he made up his mind.

Gently as Demiurge could, he scooped the tiny child up into his arms, carefully snuggling her into to his suit jacket. He smiled, though sadness still pulled at his heart. Painfully so. His tail dragged behind him as he set off in to the maze.

Mystic

I was definitely aware of being carried, though I wasn't sure by who. But who ever it was made me feel insecure, they were scary and full of malice. The heart beat I could hear was uneven and slow, I could barely pick it up at all. But I couldn't break out of my sleepy daze. I'm so tired. What was happening again? I can't remember.

I sank back into oblivion.

I was being shook. It was annoying. I want to punch whoever was doing that. My god stop it. Stop shaking me!

"Stapit, I'm sleepy. Gooo-way!"

Waving my hand at the person didn't help, instead a whisper slid though the air like a ghost.

"Shika-chan? It's me"

My eyes flickered open like a candle being lite.

"Who dat? Don't no dat voice."

After a short pause, the figure started to form in my blurry vison. Lots of whites, blacks and purples blended together to make-

"It's Momonga"

I shot up so fast my head made a odd whistling noise. I locked eyes with a pair of empty eyesockets, but I wasn't afraid. I knew them well, I leapt forwards my arms wide and I consumed the skeleton in a hug.

"Momonga-kun! You're ok!"

He returned my hug, pulling me onto his lap, he was so big... and also so cold. So very very empty. I couldn't see him smile or even tell if he was happy or sad.

Momonga-kun was undead.

"I am so glad you are safe, I tried to use the message spell to contact you, but when you didn't respond..."

The red glow in his eye sockets disappeared, lowering his head he touched my forehead with his. Was he upset? He seems upset, but I can't tell at all. He must of been worried about me...

But he didn't come looking for you. Did you pee him off? He's acting so odd, he sounds so flat and unfazed by all this.

Maybe he's just too cool to worry about stuff like this. Yeah. Yeah I'm sure that's it.

"Where were you? I looked all over the 9th floor and I couldn't find you"

I looped my arms around his neck, as I tried to stomp my worries away. My tail flicked back and forth uneasily, it was a odd sensation. Hm, so it does things without me telling it to. I had a stare down with my tail, until I figured out how to stop the stupid thing. Not as easy as you think. Especially considering, I had some weird kind of impulse to chase it.

"I was on the 6th floor, I gathered most of the floor guardians together, it seems they are all loyal to a fault and I decided to give them new orders to follow. But if you were wondering where I was as the server was shutting down I was on the 10th."

I couldn't help it as a small giggle bubbled out of my mouth.

"Yes! I called it! You did go to sit on the throne!"

I grinned up at him with dumb glee, little sister knows best!

"Well I know you went to 7th floor as the server was going off line. I know you well too."

I pouted at him, crossing my arms mockingly.

"Did not"

"Did too you little liar"

Onii-chan chucked warmly, ruffling my hair into a mess. I tried whacking his hands away, with no success.

"Noooo! Not my hair bone head!"

Scowling, I grabbed his wrist, I put a bit of force behind it and yanked.

His hand came off.

His whole freaking hand! Oh my god. I broke my brother! I broke HIM!

"uwu, that's interesting, didn't even hurt. I- um, Mystic-chan can I have my hand back please. Mystic-chan are you ok?"

I sat there in a silent scream, I was just holding his hand out in shock, just staring at it... a lot.

Oh god, oh god, oh god...

This wasn't at all helpful. But, hey. I did just accidentally pull my poor brothers hand off.

Momonga-kun was still trying to pull his missing limb from my grip. Turns out, I couldn't let go.

It was a hand.

A FREAKING SKELETON HAND!

AND I COULD NOT TELL MY STUPID HAND TO IT LET GO!

"Come on Mystic-chan give it back, this isn't funny"

No it really wasn't.

Thanks for reading! This was so fun to write, definitely the last part.

What did you think of Demiurges point of view? I tried to keep to the way he was written in the LN. Sorry if I butchered it.

.NOTES.

. So I got asked in the last chapter if the misspelling of Ulbert's name was intended, it was. Mystic has a terrible memory and she couldn't remember his whole name, she only ever calls him Ulbert-sempai. If you remember she forgot how old her own brother was too.

. (Also my phone is terrible for auto-correct. So Ulbert started auto correcting to Ulbelt and other weird things.)