Prologue
The large double doors, decorated in masterfully crafted images of both the horrific and the heavenly, opened to reveal beyond it a beautiful demoness wearing a blood red skin tight strapless gown with a very deep neckline running all the way to her bellybutton. The demoness had a diamond shaped head, small but thick round lips, soft snow-white skin, jet-black straight hair, cut into a bob just over her jawline and bangs that concealed her brows. Her bedroom eyes were a golden red with goat-like pupils. But her most striking features were a set of kudu deer like horns and the tail peeking out from under her dress. The horns curled their way up from just above her temples, coming together at the top and almost touching, leaving just enough room for a regular man's fist. Her tail, which was not very visible, was thick at the beginning and small at the end, with the same jet-black hair covering the end of her tail like that of a lions.
All the denizens of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick had gathered to greet the demoness and bow down before her as she walked down the red carpet, like demonic bride walking down the aisle towards her future undead husband.
When the demoness finally made it in front of the steps before the throne, she too bowed down onto one knee.
"Kah'Ra Val'Hara," Albedo's voice boomed without losing its femininity. "You bow before and have the honour to address the Absolute Ruler of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, the Sorcerer King of the Sorcerous Kingdom and Leader of all the Supreme Beings, Ainz Ooal Gown-sama!"
The demoness remained quiet, following the adequate that she had been taught in the shortest amount of time.
"Let's get to the point shall we?" The King waved with his free skeletal hand and one of his aids, Demiurge, strode forth to his side holding a velvet red cushion, lined with golden thread. On top of it sat a very plain looking Crown. It had no gems, no antiquate design or symbols on top of it, as if it were a mere base to later improve upon with such things – though a thief would simply melt it down and sell it.
Once that was brought forth, it was the demoness's turn to speak, swearing her oath and vows of fealty, to the undead king.