Averath's POV;

It's currently 22:50. And I'm just logging into YGDRASSIL one last time. The massive DMMO-RPG is finally shutting it's servers down. I've rushed home from work to meet up with Momonga one last time as he had requested. Being held back later then usual for work sucked but hey that's life in this toxic filled world.

Opening my eyes, I see that I've spawned in the great hall that led to the meeting room's grand double doors. My character had striking golden dragon-like eyes that were complemented by streaks of blood red, making them seemed like they glowed in the dimly lit hallway. My ingame name is Drakiania.(dra-ki-an-I-ah)

I hastily flung the double doors open just in time to see the blob form of Hero-Hero disintegrate, followed by a pop up announcing the scene I had witnessed.

"HeroHero has logged out"

Dismayed, I let out a rather loud sigh. I had hoped I'd at least get the chance to say my goodbye to the slime blob but I was too late.

Momonga hearing this whipped his head to the side to face me. Masking my dismay I sent him a smiley emoticon, if anyone should be sad, its him. Although I was a part of the Original Ten, he was still one of the members that came before me.

"I hope I'm not too late... It's good to see you again though, Momo-Chan." He sent me a smiley emoticon before responding, "I thought you'd never make it, its good to see you did though." He then got up from his seat and made his way to the Staff of Ains Ooal Gown. "You don't think they would be angry with me if I took it right? I mean it's not like they would be here to see it anyways."

I looked at him and smiled again, "I'm sure they wouldn't mind, it is the last day after all." Of all 43 members 38 quit, I was the only one that stayed behind all the way with Satoru. And because of that, I got closer to him than we ever imagined. Even going so far as to meet in real life outside of YGDRASSIL. He often told me about how sad he was that all our friends were leaving, I never said much back just listened. I too was very sad they were leaving but, it was just a game after all and they chose real life instead like any normal human would.

But still this was my second home, the same went for Satoru. Even though we knew it was not true, we both still felt like they abandoned us and our home. I heaved another soft sigh, tossing my silvery white hair back over my shoulders, my crimson scales that ran the length of my arm, sides of my neck and half way up my cheek all glimmered in the lighting.

"Come on, lets go for one last tour around our home Satoru."

23:55:03

We were all gathered in the Throne room. It was quite the sad sight.

Even as Momonga sat on the throne, he was still taller then my avatar by half a head. Resigned I sat on their floor on the other side of the throne where Albedo stood. Momonga had been tinkering with her code as I stared out at the line of our servants. I immediately felt a knot form in my throat as the back of my eyes started to burn. I didn't want this to end, not like this where it felt like it was being ripped from my hands.

Desolately, I stared up at the flags of all our guild mates. Remembering which corresponded with who. Again I could feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes.

NO. If anyone deserved to cry for the lost of our guild it would be Momonga. After all he poured his whole heart and soul (and a lot of his paychecks) into this home.

"It was fun while it lasted, wasn't it? Drakiania." His voice shook me out of my head, without a word I nodded, "I'm really gonna miss this place and all our guardians and servants."

A long silence dragged between the two of us. Though both of us never wanted to admit it, we knew this would come to an end. Yet it felt so wrong. We both didn't want it to end, at least not like this with such a depressing mood and no other members around. Silently, both me and Satoru swept the guardians and battle maids that were prostrated in front of us. From Mare's innocent face to Demiurge's smug smile, I was going to miss it all.

With one last huff, Momonga reached down to ruffle my hair, causing as few silvery strands to come lose in front of my face. " I'm definitely going to miss wreaking havoc with you Draki-san. Maybe after all this we can meet up again and go get that new DMMO-RPG everyone was talking about. We can start over as new players in that game together."

I tilted my head up to look at him and smiled softly, sending him an emoticon and nodded ever so slightly. I took his hand and held it, closing my eyes and leaning against the throne.

23:59:58

This is the end huh?

23:59:59

Goodbye everyone.

00:00:00

00:00:01

00:00:02

Huh?

I snapped my eyes open, and immediately became very aware of the cold sensation in my hand. Looking down, I saw it was Momonga's skeletal hand that I was holding onto desperately during the countdown. I was suddenly aware of how smooth the bone was, how my hair smelt and the warm sensation of the tears that was slowly dribbling down my cheek.

"Momo-Chan, is this real? Why are we still in YGDRASSIL?" At this point, all the emotions I had held back from the severs shutting down was hitting me full force, my body trembled lightly as small hiccups wracked through me, my voice small and wavering, devoid of all the false happiness it held before. There I was, the Mightly Dragon of Nazarick, clutching her guild leader's hand tightly while sobbing like a little whelp.

However this question that was chocked to the brim with my tears seemed to catch the attention of not only Momonga but all the servants too. From their bowing position, they all snapped their head up at the first sound of my tears splattering to the pristine floor.

Upon seeing my miserable form, he swiftly got up from his throne and knelt beside me, not hesitating to embrace me. As he coaxed me into standing up, Albedo fluttered to our side and softly asked, "Is everything alright, My Lady? If you are hurt in anyway, please let me know so I can help you? Or did someone hurt you? If so, tell us their name and we, your servants will swiftly dispose of this vermin!"

I stared bug-eyed at her. Did an NPC just talk? Her lips are moving and her wings are fluttering, surely this is too realistic for even YGDRASSIL? Still clutching onto Momonga, I peered up at him and he seemed to be thinking the same thing as I. How?

My lack of response seemed to have concerned the other guardians as well as Demiurge's velvety smooth voice carried over. He too questioning my well being as well as offering words of comfort. I peered up at Momonga and asked him softly, "Did they just talk to us?" Upon hearing this the guardians hastily quietened up, apologising for speaking out of line, even though I had asked that ever so softly.

Momonga rested me on the arm rest of the throne and swiftly sat down on it again. "Sebas, please step outside of the tomb and survey the surroundings and report back to me. Should you find any hostile entity, subdue it and capture its back here, or not retreat and we shall form a plan from there. Pleiade battle maids, head to the ninth floor and guard it from any intruders. As of now the tomb is under high alert and lockdown, at least until we confirm where we are. Guardians, head back to your floors and guard them, Albedo please assist Shalltear with the second floor. We are to gather at the Ampitheater in an hours time."

This is real right? All my five senses are screaming at me that it is indeed reality, after all I can feel the coldness seep through my clothes, I can hear the guardians conversing among themselves softly outside of the throne room. I can smell all the polished floors and walls and can feel the fabric of my clothes as they glide across my skin. I'm beyond happy. If this is real then, it is a hundred times better than the sad reality I knew back then in the real world.

Gazing over at Satoru, he seemed to be deep in thought after he sent out orders to our servants. Without warning I sprang from the side of the the throne's armrest and threw my arms around his hulking skeletal frame. My jovial laughter ringing out in the throne room like silvery bells. My tears at this point were long forgotten as I came to accept this reality. After all who even liked the real world where the food wasn't even really food and the air was so toxic you could never see the sky and always had to wear a gas mask?

Momonga, taken aback by my sudden "assault" wrapped his arms around my frame and steeled himself from falling off the throne. His soft chuckles soon joining mine as we both seemed to love this new reality. Although he was cut short by a flash of green light, which he explained to me seemed to be an emotional suppressor of sorts. Which checks out as he was an undead and according to lore, unable to feel much emotions.

But after all Nazarick was real, our home was still here.

Demiurge's POV;

The last two remaining supreme beings had gathered us from our floors and brought us to the Throne room. This has never happened before, all the servants in one room was unheard of in all the history of Nazarick, so whatever it was that was going on, it was undeniably important. The command given to all of us was to [Stand By] and [Bow, so like the obedient guardians that we are, we all waited. However, I the good subject of the supreme beings listened in on their conversation, perhaps they were discussing an urgent issue with which was the reason why we were all gathered here but I was instead met with words that sounded less like a war meeting and more like a farewell.

Are they going to leave us like the rest too? Like my creator, Ulbert, and the other Supreme Beings? Did we do something wrong again that chased the rest of the Supreme Beings and now ultimately the last two Beings that sat at the top of this guild for years?

Nobody was certain about the situation in the throne room but all the servants shared the same thought;

Please don't leave and abandon us like the others.

Then I heard it, in the hush of the throne room it sounded like the screech of a vase shattering on the ground. I snapped my head up to be greeted by the sight of the Goddess of Nazarick silently sobbing. I was confused and concerned, was our wrongdoings so horrible that we caused a Supreme Beings to cry? I can't ignore my command and yet I needed to know what was wrong so that I could rectify my mistakes. So I found a loophole instead, shortly after Albedo had voiced her concern, I too voiced out my shared concern.

But My Lady didn't respond to us at all, neither did she mention what had caused her to shed her precious tears. But before I could voice more concern, Lord Momonga had issued out commands, obediently, I complied and left. But not without feeling a void in my nonexistent heart as I did not succeed in finding the cause of my Goddess' grievance. But a command was a command and I could not abandon an order from Lord Momonga.

At least the soft radiant laughter that followed from the room afterwards put my concerns at ease a little.

Author's note:

Alright that is the end of chapter 1. God its been so Long since i wrote anything close to a narrative story! I hope you enjoyed it and please feel free to comment or leave suggestions on how to improve my writing. Bye Bye! :)