AN: Welcome, one and all to my newest story. I am writing this alongside RadiTheCrusader. Nice dude, you should go give his stories a read. Anyways, this little idea came from me as a baseline, Radi has helped with filling in over the skeleton I provided, but providing said skeleton is why this is under my name rather than his.(also because he has our other collaborative fic on his profile, but that's neither here nor there). Hope you enjoy, and please do give as much feedback as you feel warranted. Flaming, while not banned, will not be appreciated. Have a pleasant day. -Lambda38
As Lambda has said, do leave a review. Warning though, we may have gotten some bits of lore wrong as we have kinda meshed parts of the anime and the manga together, but not the light novel, cuz neither of us has the time for that frankly. And a lot of information has been looked up on the wiki of Overlord, so if we have gotten something wrong, which I do not doubt we have, leave a review saying what it is, and try not to scream like a 5 year old because we didn't describe Momo's left eye correctly or some shit like that.
- RadiTheCrusader
Chapter One: This is Boris' fault, Ain't It?
"Ach, mein Gott," a man says as he walks through the door of his house, the toxic atmosphere being purged for fresh oxygen, tearing off his oxygen mask and hanging it and its pack on the wall next to him. "Why are we even bothering to motor along at this fucking point?" He moves through the entryway to the sealed inside door and proceeds inside his house proper.
As he tugs at his tie, he glances through his emails on his phone for the first time in days, raising an eyebrow as he spots one from an old friend living half a world away.
"Suzuki Satoru, what could you need this time?" He mumbles as he opens it, finally getting his tie off. He tosses it onto his kitchen counter and begins reading.
'Hey everyone, I know it's been a long time since most of you logged onto YGGDRASIL, but on the eve of its shutdown, I thought I'd send out a message to see if any of you wanted to come and spend the last night hanging out and reminiscing about the good old days. Please let me know if you can or cannot. I hope to see all of you soon. -Your Guild Leader, Momonga.
The man snorts at the signature, before looking up the shutdown of YGGDRASIL to find it scheduled for that very night.
Always so into the role, Satoru, he thinks as he closes his phone and opens his fridge. In any event, I don't know if I want to do that, I've got work in the morning and it isn't going to be any easier with less sleep, even if the pay is great.
A moment after he grabs a can of synthesized milk, his phone begins blaring. He glances over to see a familiar name and accepts the call before putting it on speaker and laying it on the counter as he reaches for a mug.
"Boris you bald bastard, what've you been up to?" He calls as he pours his drink.
"Who are you calling bald you German bastard? You barely have a hint of body hair on ya!" came back a deep voice with a distinct Russian accent. "Hahaa! I have been good my friend, finally managed to get back home after the last photo shoot in France. Thought I'd give you a call. How have you been Richter?" The man scoffs as he drinks his beverage.
"Who'd you photo this time, the cunt with a hairy chest or the deer with the seven legs? Honestly, who around these places even looks at pictures, and how the fuck do you afford a better place than me?" Richter complains, returning the can to the fridge. "But I've been alright, back's fucking killing me from all the lifting the boss lady makes me do which I feel the need to point out is not a part of my contract."
"You are just as dense about women as the day we met, HA! You are either the strongest man in your company, and unless you have been hitting the gym that would be a surprise, OR she wants to see ya in your hairless glory!" laughs the Russian. "And I make better pay, because 'influencers' and 'models' are so full of themselves they pay a fucking fortune for a picture. Granted I am an amazing photographer, but still. Oh, I almost forgot to ask you, did you get an email from Satoru any time recently?"
"Oh god spare me the horrifying images, don't you remember what a fucking whale she is from that Christmas photoshoot I swindled out of ya?" The German shakes his head and sighs in dismay. "Anyways, yeah, I did get an email from him. Was thinking about just sleeping in."
"Thank you for the fond memory другар. I must have managed to get it out of my head with a few bottles of vodka, but here you come bringing it back… сукааа," curses Boris. "Anyway, I was actually thinking of logging in for one last time. I haven't been able to play anything these past few months and an itch is starting to bug me. Not to mention playing with my bestest mate, even if he is a bastard."
"Bestest mate? Stick to Russian, mate, I think you'll find it easier to not speak slang," the man retorts. "But if you do want to log in, I suppose I could deal with saying a final goodbye to Sei and Bol."
"Very funny. Alright then, I'll see you in-game," says Boris as he hangs up.
Richter chuckles as he finishes his milk, before chucking his mug in the sink. After a light stretch, he runs his eyes and makes his way to his game room. He enters and ignores the various consoles in favour of his dive gear, slowly attaching all the appropriate bits together. The system slowly comes alive for the first time in nearly a year, and Richter sighs as he removes the cap on the port at the base of his neck, inserting the appropriate plug and donning the helmet.
After a few moments of logos and logging in, he selects the icon for YGGDRASIL, being greeted by the visage of his old avatar.
Heh, time to be Mörderin one last time, he thinks as he enters the game.
He looks up at the towering Minotaur before himself as he spawns in, immediately sending out a frowning emoji.
"Ugh, I'm in the presence of filth," Richter comments.
The Minotaur in question, towering over most things in the game, even other minotaurs, is Boris' avatar. It is roughly 11 feet tall, extremely muscular with red-brownish fur that turned slightly orange near the ends of the hands and hooves, while the back has a white stripe going along the spine, the chest lacks fur exposing flesh with a pale complexion. Two massive horns rest on top of the head, which stretch forward and up, and are engraved with the images of different animals, the ends being encased in dark metal, with small spikes protruding forth from the caps. Two massive braids hang behind the tauren's ears, and the beard under the chin is in a smaller braid. While not wearing a top, there are two bracers on his arms, made from some sort of wood with engravings on them. It wears loose leather pants with a rather large belt adorned with different bags and satchels, and two massive axes made of dark iron, both of which bear a bloodstained pattern. On the pants, various symbols can be seen shimmering slightly, a calling card of a spirit shaman. A large smile adorns the Minotaur's frozen face.
Boris puts out a winking emoji with its tongue out.
"Well if it isn't the archangel 'herself'," he says with a laugh.
Richter lets out an unimpressed huff inside his avatar.
His angelic form has long flowing black hair down to its waist, with prismatic eyes lancing through the air, its face set in a stern frown. Vibrant white wings hang from its shoulder blades, sticking out from a set of shimmering white armour over white linen clothing. The angelic form reaches past six feet in height, and with a wreath of roses atop its brow.
"I have a female avatar, we've been over this, you've jacked off to this," he states with a deadpan. "I don't wanna fucking hear a peep outta you."
"Not the only one in the guild, HA!" laughs Boris. "But c'mon let's go to the table, Momo is probably waiting for us." He starts flicking with the teleportation options, then vanishing from sight.
Richter rolls his eyes and uses his guild ring to flash to the meeting room. A moment later, he raises an eyebrow at how only he and Boris are there.
"Strange," Richter says, pulling up his friend list. "Suzuki is still on but he isn't here. Think he's moved to the throne room?" He glances up at his furry companion.
"Mhm," answered Boris looking in the pop-up menu above his hand. "We just missed Herohero leaving, let me text Momo real quick," he says and taps away at the virtual keyboard.
A few seconds later he receives a message. "AH! Yeah, he is in the throne room, probably RP-ing. The bastard does it without us, how dare he!" *angry emoji* After a bit more fiddling with the teleportation menu he teleports to the throne room entrance. Richter teleports after him and grabs him before he can open the gate.
"Wait!" He urges, smiling under his headpiece. "Let me do something first, okay?"
"You got something mischievous planned," says Boris, then a big smile adorns his face. "Go ahead, mate."
A moment of scrolling through his teleportation spots for his Ring, Richter finds an old one he'd placed manually, positioned just behind the throne. He uses it and looks around his new surroundings, well hidden in the shadows of the World Item.
"What, she's a slut?" He hears Suzuki say. "Tabula always did like his gap moe. Normally I wouldn't be able to change it, but since I have this…"
Richter walks around the throne and looks over Suzuki's shoulder, watching as his old friend writes a line into Albedos code. He blinks, unable to believe the blackmail material he now has found in his lap as Suzuki covers his face and giggles.
"I'm such a dork," the man says in an embarrassed tone, making Richter finally lose it.
Peals of laughter erupt from the angel as his form collapses behind the throne, making Suzuki start in shock.
The angel continues howling as the skeleton stands and turns around, stuttering. In the meantime, the doors burst open and a proud Minotaur roars his presence.
"Guess who's back bitches!" the not so subtle yell echoes through the chamber. Noticing the very much pissing in laughter angel and a very confused skeleton trying to talk but stuttering like an old gramophone, Boris makes his way towards the throne. "Oi, what's so funny pigeon feathers?"
"Su-Suzu-," he tries but fails as he continues laughing.
"Oh, u-uh, Ti-Tirdak, Mörderin, I didn't know you'd returned!" Momonga stutters.
"What do you-? You just sent me a message Momo, what do you mean you 'didn't know'?" says Boris as he makes his way up to the throne.
"Is pretend to not know if I was trying to cover up what Suzuki just did!" Richter shouts between his final laughs. The angel lets out another snicker as he looks at Momonga and stands. "Alright, open up the Pleiades for my minor alteration and I'll make sure this doesn't reach anyone's ears!"
He cackles again as Momonga stands in silence. A moment later, seven screens open in front of Momonga and light up red in preparation for change, as the overlord steps aside for his angelic friend, who leaps at the consoles, fingers blitzing through four of them and closing them before either of his companions can read what he wrote.
"What in the fucking name of my camera are you lot doing?" Boris asks, but after not getting a response he raises his voice. "OI, you can't just go fucking with the settings of the NPC's Richter!"
"Oh calm down, I'm only changing their perception of my character, alright? All the flavour text will otherwise be unchanged," Richter says as he closes the last one out. "Besides, you think you can change it all back in the odd ten seconds that remain?" The angel points at the countdown timer, noting mere moments till the end, even as his eyes gaze over the hall in fond recollection. "It, was a lot of fun, being in Ainz Ooal Gown."
"Wait ten seconds?" Boris perks up. "Ah fuck it, never managed to do this in real life, might as well here!" In an instant the minotaur grabs both the angel and the skeleton and pulls them in a massive hug, much to the distaste of one of the two. "I'll see if I can meet you guys IRL in a few months!" He says as the last seconds tick down.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU LUMBERING CARPET!" Richter screams, his hands ineffectually landing on the Minotaur. Momonga for his part merely laughed loudly.
"Yeah," the skeleton muses as the seconds close in. "It was a blast."
For a moment before the end, Richter calms and huffs in annoyance. The group close their eyes for the final moment of a long chapter of life. A moment later when Mörderin feels the hug of a physical being against her body, her automatic response kicks in and her fist meets a massive chin, easily getting her extricated as the person touching her falls back.
She opens her eyes to glare at her intruder only to see a massive furry headed form on the ground before her.
"Was in den Name?" She asks, bewildered as a soft voice rings from her lips.
"О, твоя мама несчастна," the fallen minotaur groans with a deep voice, accent noticeably less apparent.
"Wh-what on earth is going on!" A deep voice rings out next to Mörderin, drawing her gaze.
She opens her mouth to speak to the skeleton next to her when a soft voice speaks up.
"Lord Momonga, Lord Tirdak Thunderhoof, Lady Mörderin, is something the matter?" A feminine voice asks, making all three people freeze before they all turn to face Albedo, who is looking at them in confusion. For a few moments, none speak, even as Tirdak lies on his back in shock. "Lord Momonga, is something the matter?" The succubus gets close to Momonga, flustering him as his jaw falls open, mind racing. "Please tell me, is something wrong?"
Momonga groans for a moment as she continues to worry over him before a soft green light shines around him.
"The GM call function isn't working," the skeleton states. Mörderin tries to stammer a word, before stumbling back as her legs fail.
Before she can hit the ground, she feels two slender arms wrapping around her waist and another pair gripping her arms.
"Yo, big sis, are you alright?" A red-haired maid asks her, concern in her amber eyes, even as Albedo continues addressing Momonga.
Mörderin stares at the two maids next to her, before regaining her feet.
"My apologies, Yuri, Lupusregina," Mörderin says. "I felt quite exhausted all of a sudden."
"Perhaps you should retire to your chambers for rest, milady," Yuri Alpha suggests as Mörderin leaves her grasp. The other Pleiades look on in concern as Sebas attends to Tirdak.
"I should be fine, and Momonga will require my counsel," Mörderin states, falling into her old role with as much poise as possible, glancing away from the six maids she just made her sisters by name. "Thank you for your concern, however. Please, attend to Momonga."
Meanwhile, Sebas reaches Tirdak and extends a hand to him.
"Are you alright, Lord Tirdak?" The butler asks, concerned. "I do not know what overcame Lady Mörderin, but I am sure a direct blow from her could not have been an easy thing to take."
Tirdak, still dazed, takes the butler's hand and gets up, and despite his palm being bigger than Sebas' entire face, the butler manages to help the large minotaur up with relative ease.
"Yes, I'm fine. Though it felt like being punched by an anvil," huffs Tirdak as he looks at Mörderin, massaging his jaw, though visibly confused as his eyes are darting around the room.
"Lady Mörderin is a powerful warrior. Not to say that you are not Lord Tirdak," says Sebas. "Do you require any additional aid, my Lord?"
"No Sebas, but thank you for asking," Tirdak says looking around the room.
"No need to thank me, my Lord, I am simply doing my duty," Sebas replies.
"Sebas," Momonga calls, gathering the attention of everyone present. "I want you to go out and scout the surrounding area. Take one of the Pleiades and scout the area within two kilometres of Nazarick. If you find any sentient life, invite it into the tomb, but if they try to attack, retreat and seal the entrance." Sebas bows and moves to leaves, gesturing for Narberal Gamma to follow him. "The rest of the Pleiades shall take up positions near the entrance of the ninth floor from the eighth." Yuri bows as she and her fellow maids turn to leave.
"Sebas," Mörderin calls out, getting the Butler to stop in the door. "On your way out, stop by Seikatsu and have her send out summons to scout further away from Nazarick under their same engagement orders Momonga has given you."
The dragonoid nods and leaves, the Pleiades exiting swiftly after him as Momonga ponders a deep thought. Mörderin takes a quiet breath as she makes a mental checklist before turning to Albedo.
"Albedo, gather the Floor Guardians aside from Gargantua here as soon as possible," the angel orders the demon, receiving a nod and a subtle glare.
"Wait," Momonga states as Albedo turns to leave.
"Yes, my Lord?" Albedo asks, smiling happily.
"Gather the Guardians except for Gargantua and Victim to the 6th Floor arena, and make certain it is in an hour at the earliest," he orders, the succubus bowing deeply before leaving.
Mörderin tracks Albedos back before the door closes loudly behind her, and orders the shadow assassins out of the throne room, demanding absolute solitude for the trio.
A moment after they leave, she lets out a massive whine, grabbing her head.
"What the fuck is going on?" She asks loudly, starting to hyperventilate as her fingers harshly grasp at her hair.
"Hey, hey Richter, calm down man," Tir says as he tries to stop Mörderin from ripping her hair off. "I am just as fucking confused, but we gotta stay calm."
"Calm? CALM?" Mörderin shouts, stalking up to the Minotaur. "WE'RE IN OUR FUCKING AVATARS! SUZUKI HAS LOST ALL HIS SKIN, YOU'RE A FUCKING WALKING CARPET, AND I'M MISSING MY DICK! GRANTED, THERE ISN'T MUCH TO BE MISSED, BUT IT WAS MINE!" She grabs her breasts and shakes them a moment. "NOW ALL I'VE GOT ARE FUCKING TITS AND A FAIRY CAVE, YOU DICKW-!"
"ENOUGH!" Momonga shouts, cutting Mörderin off before Tirdak could get angry enough to shout. "Panicking will not help us here. Now, we have a little bit of time to think and plan how we react to this. I've been trying to open up my menu or contact anyone outside of this room, but so far I haven't had any luck." He turns his gaze upward to Tir. "Mörderin just violated the sexual misconduct rules, and he is still here, which may be an indicator that this is no longer a game."
"Oh so what, we just magically got transported into our video-game avatars, Momo?" asks Tir with sarcasm. "This ain't an anime mate, there has to be a reason for this."
"I know, Tirdak," Momonga replies. "That's why we need to run more tests. I thought we could test out our skills and magic in the 6th Floor arena, and then if things proceed as I predict they might, the Floor Guardians should come and meet us. Hopefully, they will be willing to be peaceful."
"If they aren't, we can probably hold them off for a few minutes," Mörderin says dryly, hands clenched tightly around the hilts of the two swords on her waist.
"You know, there is this big, no, a massive part of me that doesn't want this to be true. сукаааа. C'mon then let's go do some tests," Boris says. "Wait without the menu's how are we gonna teleport?"
A moment later, Momonga vanishes without a trace, leaving his two guildmates to their fates. Mörderin sighs.
"Look on the bright side," she says miserably. "No polluted air requiring fake lungs or oxygen tanks." And with that, Mörderin vanishes herself.
"Боже, что происходит," The Minotaur mutters, before willing himself to the 6th-floor arena. A few moments later, he finds himself staring at the white wings of his comrade dragging along the ground.
"You doubling for a broom now too pigeon feathers?" Tir asks, though his laugh has a hint of nervousness in it. The glare he receives from Mörderin makes him take a step back as she follows Momonga, despite only being half his size.
The three reach the arena floor, and Momonga looks around for the Guardians.
"Who were the Guardians on this floor again?" Mörderin asks before a grunt is heard and a small blonde Dark Elf wearing a white suit with a red dragon scale undershirt leaps off one of the balconies. "Never mind, I remember them."
The group watches as the girl speeds over, skidding to a stop before Momonga.
"Welcome to our Floor, Lord Momonga, Lady Mörderin, Lord Tirdak," she states with a small bow.
"Thank you, Aura," Momonga says. "My friends and I shall be intruding for a little while. Aura smiles widely at his words.
"Please My Lord, there is not a single person in all of Nazarick who would consider you or any of the Supreme Beings an intruder," the Guardian reassures. Momonga nods, while Mörderin stares at the adorable ball of energy before them.
"By the way, don't you have a brother?" Mörderin asks curiously, not seeing the other twin. Aura freezes before twirling about with a scandalized look of fury on her face.
"MARE! YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME IN FRONT OF THE SUPREME BEINGS!" The girl shouts, prompting a head to pop up from the same balcony she'd been on before.
"B-but sis, I'm scared," he whines, giving Mörderin an idea.
"MARE!" Aura shouts, before a fast rush of wind blows past her as the angel behind her takes to the air, easily flying upwards and clumsily making her way to where Mare stands. Upon reaching the balcony, she sets down with a merry laugh, looking at her wings with amazement.
"L-lady Mörderin, I-I'm sorry for making you wait, I-!" Mare begins before he finds himself being gently picked up in a bridal carry by the woman. "EH?!" He turns bright red as the Supreme Being takes flight with him in her arms, swiftly and carefully making her way back to her group, a wide smile on her face.
She sets Mare down next to Aura and turns to both of her Guildmates with a wide grin.
"Flying on your own power is so fucking amazing!" Mörderin exclaims happily, wings fluttering behind her.
"Oh those were wings, I thought you had a couple of feather dusters stuck to your back!" Tirdak says with a rumbling laugh that reverberates through the entire arena even as Mörderin glares at him. "Anyway, Momo, you wanted to test some stuff out, right?"
"Yes," he replies, turning to the Dark Elf twins. "Aura, Mare, is like for you to set up some training dummies for us to use." Momonga taps on the ground with the Guild Weapon, just for a little flair.
"Is that the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown?" Aura asks, completely distracted as her eyes shine alongside her brother. "The staff that only you can wield Lord Momonga?"
"Right." began Momonga, "This is the strongest guild weapon we created together, The Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown. Each stone in the mouths of the seven crowning snakes is a divine tier artefact. On top of that, the power in the staff itself transcends divine tier. It is on par with any world level item. Its automatic attack system is especially-!" Noticing his rambling, Momonga stops himself with a cough, despite how fascinated both Floor Guardians were with his description. "Well, anyway. That's how it is."
"T-that's so amazing, Lord Momonga!" Both of the elves say.
"Mmmm, yeah, I also enjoy reciting the flavour text of my items Momo," Tir says with a chuckle.
"I would like to run some tests with it," Momonga says, trying to ignore the jab of his guildmate.
"Tests with it?" Mörderin asks, raising a delicate eyebrow. "Would it happen to be a bonafide bone special to males? I didn't know you were into lolis."
"What?" Momonga asks, turning to the angel, aghast at the suggestion.
"Even if he was, kinda doubt he can do anything, being a skelington kinda makes your dick not exist," Tir continues with a laugh.
"But he has all the boners, can't you see Boris?" Mörderin asks, looking away in distaste as Momonga tries to blubber opposition.
"Oooh, he boning all the ladies. Did you see Albedo earlier? He's probably boning her with every rib he has, wonder which one she prefers," muses Tirdak.
"What are you all talking about, my Lords?" Aura asks, tilting her head curiously. Mörderin looks at Aura and then Mare, who looks just as confused, before grabbing onto Tirdaks forearm and dragging him after her.
"Tir, let's go over here and practice some skills!" She practically yells as she bodily drags the Minotaur behind her.
"Damn, Richter didn't know you wanted to show the little ones about the birds and the bees, and in such an open space!" Tirdak says barely controlling his laugh not to escalate.
A moment later he realizes his error as Mörderins foot meets his face and he goes flying off his feet. He groans and shakes his head as he gets up, looking over to see a pissed angel coming at him with both swords at the ready.
"I was having a laugh Rich, no need to get dirty," he says, while pulling out the massive axes on his hips, both about the same length as Mörderin was tall. "But if you wanna rumble we can GO!" he roars as he charges at the angel.
Mörderin lets out a shout as she transforms into her full angel form, losing her legs and the majority of her more human attributes in exchange for a dull brown and green surface as well as growing another three feet, with edges being the points between limbs and her head. She flies at Tirdak and slams a sword into his axe, forcing him back despite his size.
"I'm going to be having lamb soup tonight," Mörderins distorted voice says gleefully, before Tirdaks footing caves beneath him, and her free blade darts in to stab at his chest.
Falling back on to the ground, the angel's blade strikes his chest, but only gets a few inches before hitting a rib. A roar of pain comes forth from the large minotaur who goes for a side strike with one of his axes, trying to force Mörderin off of him.
The angel slides out of the way of his weapon gracefully, darting up into the air and raising her swords high. As Tir gets to his feet, she brings down one blade with a single intonement.
"Manifold Holy Waves."
From her blade emerge a set of bright white swathes of energy, heading directly for Tirdak.
Unable to get up fast enough to dodge, Tirdak braces with both of his axes in front of him. As soon as the energy waves reach him, a blue mist-like shield expands from his pants, absorbing the majority of the damage, with the rest not enough to do any serious injury to the Minotaur.
"Hooo," he says with a smile getting up. "You know I am better with magic than you Mör. Stream of Lava!" He shouts as a green magic circle appears. He slashes through it with his axes, spreading it forth. As soon as the particles disappear, a crack in the ground forms that extends from Tirdak to Mörderin, it opens with a loud hiss and lava shoots up. The angel doesn't move as the lava approaches, and the earth around the lava wave violently erupts, climbing around the spell and surrounding it a moment before it reaches her. A moment later, she darts out of the way as her attempt to contain the spell break and the liquid stone continues beyond.
"Please Tirdak," she comments. "If I was trying to hurt you you'd already be hurt. We're testing shit out as Momonga is forced to give the Talk, you know?" She readies her deep onyx blades. "But I agree, we should stop playing around." She darts around, flying through the sky with increasing speed and skill, Tirdak managing to track her with his eyes.
A moment later, she slams down towards him from above.
"Heavy slash!" She shouts, her blade hitting Tirdaks defences hard enough that the ground beneath his feet cracks. They stare at each other before she says another phrase. "Earthen Wave." A spell glyph appears from the end of her wing, as the ground before the Minotaur rises up and slams into his legs, sending him off of his feet and backwards.
This, unfortunately for Mör, has the side effect of removing her resistance, and she slams headfirst into the ground at full speed, dazing herself.
Getting up with a grunt, Tirdak laughs.
"Looks like you tripped Mör, here let me help! Twine Plant!" He shouts as multiple vines spring forth from the ground and begin entangling the angel.
Mörderin shakes her head and realizes her slight predicament.
"Fire Ball," she utters, incinerating enough of the vines in order to shoot back into the sky, only to be met with a massive axe encroaching on her. She grunts and tries to evade.
As the large axe comes down upon the angel's form, she barely manages to put one of her swords in the way of the massive blade, making it slide down it and veer to the side, cutting into the ground with an annoyed grunt coming from Tir.
Mör goes to capitalize on his defenseless state before a loud cough interrupts her.
"Mörderin, Tirdak, that's enough!" Momonga orders, causing both to freeze. "We are here to test our abilities, not to destroy the arena!"
The two look around to see the floor of the arena partially coated in lava and well scarred from Mörderins skills.
They slowly disengage as the angel reverts to her human form, wings vanishing into her back as her legs and humanity return, sheathing her blades.
"Apologies, Momonga," she says, walking over to him as well as the two Sixth Floor Guardians and Shalltear Bloodfallen, the First, Second, and Third Floor Guardian. "Tirdak has been annoying me today, I wanted to punish him."
"My, my, and what punishment it was," Shalltear comments with a cute smile. "You both put on such a wonderful demonstration."
"I had more fun spells to try out, but party pooper Momo here doesn't like to have fun it seems," Tir says with a smile as he smacks the back of the skeleton, unfortunately with a bit too much force as it causes him to stumble forwards and almost fall.
"You were both getting carried away, we do need to be serious at the moment," Momonga urges, as Cocytus arrives in the coliseum, drawing the Overlords attention. "Cocytus, thank you for coming."
"I Shall Always Come When You Call, Lord Momonga," Cocytus assures, a breath of frost emanating from the Vermin Lord, prompting a nod from Momonga.
"In that case, we should probably call Sebas to report what he's found," Mör comments. "I'll check with Seikatsu tomorrow to see what information her scouts have managed to gather."
"I hope I didn't keep you all waiting," a smooth voice calls from the entryway, drawing all eyes to a demon clad in a red suit with glasses and a metallic tail as well as Albedo.
The Guardians begin to group up before the Guild Members, Momoga standing at the front while Mörderin stands behind him to the right while Tirdak stands to his left.
"My Lords and Lady," Albedo begins as they group kneels. "We, the Guardians, pledge our fidelity."
"Shalltear Bloodfallen, Guardian of the First, Second, and Third Floors," Shalltear says, curtsying. "I bow before the Supreme Ones."
"Cocytus, Guardian Of The Fifth Floor," the Vermin Lord announces. "I Bow Before The Supreme Ones."
"Aura Bella Fiora, Guardian of the Sixth Floor," Aura states. "I bow before the Supreme Ones.
"Mare Bello Fiore, also Guardian of the Sixth Floor," Mare says. "I bow before the Supreme Ones."
"Demiurge, Guardian of the Seventh Floor," Demiurge states. "I bow before the Supreme Ones."
"Albedo, Commander of the Guardians," Albedo finishes. "I bow before the Supreme Ones." Mörderin glances over at Momonga as she feels a cold feeling creeping over her and notices that he has activated his Despair Aura.
Mentally she shrugs and activates her own Aura of the Lords Chosen Level 1, a soft white glow emanating from her form.
"With the exception of Victim, the Guardian of the Eighth Floor, and Gargantua, the Guardian of the Fourth Floor, all the Guardians have been gathered," Albedo announces. "We await your instructions."
"You all did well to gather here. Thank you all for coming so swiftly," Momonga says.
"Your thanks is wasted upon us. We here have all pledged ourselves to you," Albedo replies, receiving an eyebrow raise from Mörderin. "Lord Momonga, you may find us lacking, however, we vow to work hard and to live up to the expectations of the supreme beings who created us. This we vow!"
"This we vow!" The other Guardians echo.
For a moment, nothing happens. Then, Momonga happens.
"Most excellent, My Guardians!" He states, spreading his arms. "I have no doubts that you will complete our tasks without fail!" The Guardians all perk up at his words. "Very well then. Currently, the Great Tomb of Nazarick is in an unknown situation. I had Sebas survey our surroundings and Seikatsu is currently sweeping the area more thoroughly." Momonga turns his head to look at Sebas, who had just arrived and is bowing. "Sebas, your report."
"The Great Tomb of Nazarick is currently in the middle of a large grassland," the Butler states confidently, shocking the three before him.
"Grasslands?" Momonga asks, a hand coming up to grasp his chin. "Were the blades sharp or frozen blades that would stab at feet as one walks?" A snort comes from Tir, and he receives a pebble to the side of his head from the angel across him for his troubles.
"No My Lord, merely normal blades of grass as far as the eye can see," Sebas reports. "I could not confirm any sentient or hostile life within the two-kilometer radius."
"I see," Momonga replies. "We do not know enough about the current situation in order to make a proper summary of it. Therefore all levels of Nazarick will have their security levels raised to maximum. Defense Commander Demiurge and Floor Leader Albedo, do what you can to improve on our information gathering efforts and Nazarick own internal communication system, however, bypass the eighth floor. Report your results to Strategic Commander Mörderin."
"Lord," the two mentioned affirm.
"I'll receive the reports from Seikatsu and adjust the security level of Nazarick as to conserve as many resources as possible, with your permission, Guild Master," Mörderin interjects, falling into her new role with a smile. Momonga nods in reply before turning back to the kneeling NPCs.
What fun can be had here in this new world? She thinks, eyes shining, the doubts and confusion from before all but wiped away.
"Mare, do you think you can disguise the Great Tomb of Nazarick?" The Overlord asks, surprising the cross-dressing elf.
"W-well, we could possibly hide the walls behind dirt and vegetation, but-," the High Druid begins, before being interrupted.
"YOU WOULD DARE SULLY THE WALLS OF NAZARICK WITH DIRT-!" Albedo begins darkly.
"Enough!" Momonga orders loudly, startling Albedo and Mare. "Albedo, I was talking to Mare, keep needless comments to yourself."
"My apologies, Lord," Albedo says, ducking her head.
"Momonga, may I?" Mörderin asks.
"Of course, Mörderin."
"Mare, you were proposing to hide Nazarick as a dummy hill, correct?" The angel asks as she steps forward, receiving a nod from the boy. "A single hill would be suspicious, and if the civilizations on this planet are advanced enough, changing the topography could prove to be a beacon announcing we are here. If we are to do so regardless, I will help you create multiple hills." Mare nods.
"Yes, my Lady," he squeaks.
"Furthermore, I believe it would be prudent to also create woodlands on these hills, to disguise our presence further," she continues, receiving another confirmation from the boy. "Demiurge, you will be responsible for populating the area with Shadow Demons to monitor any unwanted guests. Should intruders prove hostile, coordinate with the First Floor Area Guardians to mobilize a force to drive them off or delay them as required."
"Understood, my Lady," the devil replies with a wide smile.
"I expect a full summary of our defences delivered to me upon your final revisions," Mör finishes, before stepping back behind Momonga.
"Finally, I would like to ask all of you a question," Momonga says, gaining their attention once more. "What kind of people are we to you? Shalltear."
"Lord Tirdak is the epitome of dominating force, Lady Mörderin is the pinnacle of elegance and class, while Lord Momonga is the embodiment of beauty," Shalltear says with heavily flushed cheeks. "There are none in the world nearly as beautiful as you."
"Cocytus."
"Lord Tirdak Is An Unbreakable Shield-A True Defender Of Nazarick, While Lady Mörderin Is A Warrior Beyond The Might Of Any Other, And You Lord Momonga Are An Existence Stronger Than Us All," the Vermin Lord states. "A Being Worthy Of Ruling The Great Tomb Of Nazarick."
"Aura."
"Lady Mörderin is the angel of Nazarick, truly a kind Lady," Aura begins, garnering a smile from the angel. "Lord Tirdak is like a hearth, his presence calms us all, and Lord Momonga is a most compassionate and merciful Lord."
"Mare."
"Lo-Lord Tirdak is cheerful, and Lady Mörderin is kind," Mare stutters, smiling shyly. "While you are really nice, Lord Momonga."
"Demiurge."
"Lord Tirdak is the High-Shaman of Nazarick, wielding spiritual power only bested by Lord Momonga, while Lady Mörderin is an impeccable strategist, truly worthy of being the counterpart of my creator," Demiurge states smoothly. "Lord Momonga is incredibly wise, capable of taking inscrutable action in an instant."
"Sebas."
"You never abandoned us Lord Momonga, and Lady Mörderin, as well as Lord Tirdak, mercifully returned to guide us," Sebas states without preamble. "You all are truly benevolent rulers."
"And finally, Albedo," Momonga finishes, seeming less enthusiastic.
"Lord Momonga is the Supreme Ruler of all of Nazarick, who never abandoned us," Albedo begins calmly, before deviating with a blush to a far more enthused tone. "As well as the one I love most dearly!" Momonga groans in surprise, before coughing to mask it.
"I have heard your thoughts, now go and fulfil your duties in the name of Ainz Ooal Gown," Momonga orders, before teleporting out of the area. Mörderin scoffs at the action.
"So quick to get back to paperwork," she muses as she deactivates her aura, turning to the yet kneeling NPCs. "Go about your duties. Mare, with me." The Guardians, sans Shalltear, stand and bow before following her orders. Naturally, she draws Mörderins gaze with her inaction. "Shalltear, do you need something?" The Vampire looks at Mör with a blush, smiling.
"My apologies, my Lady, I'm afraid my underwear underwent a bit of a crisis due to you and Lord Momonga," Shalltear states, shocking Mör into speechlessness as Mare steps up next to her. Before the angel can recover, Albedo starts to screech.
"You bitch!" She screams, dark purple energy coalescing around her.
"What?! We just received so much of Lord Momongas and Lady Mörderins energy!" Shalltear yells back as she stands, summoning her own red energy, "We got such a grand reward, a girl who doesn't get wet from something like that is crazy, you wide-mouthed gorilla!"
"You stinking Lamprey!" Albedo returns.
"I was created to be this way by the supreme beings," states Shalltear. "I take pride in it and can't be shamed by a gorilla like you!"
"That's the same for me, you know?!" retorts Albedo.
Mörderin sighs before activating her aura to Level 4.
"Enough!"
AN: Hope you enjoyed, leave a review and tell us what ya liked or didn't, theories, criticisms, anything, and I'll get back to you if I am able (me too if something is directed specifically for me -Radi) . -Lambda38
