Disclaimer: I do not own Overlord just like it
Finally, I finally finished this story. Now I can take some free time to brainstorm what I'm going to do in the next spinoff; just like the author of Jojo's Bizarre Adventure prepares for the next part of his story. Thank you all for your short and Merry Christmas :)
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The rest of the ceremony went by pretty tediously. Although Demiurge was a master at strategy and intelligent to great extent, he was pretty boring as a priest. So much so...Dack felt very excited just like when season 3 of Riverdale started playing.
"Do you Naberial Gamma take fallen angel Shinirael to be your eternal husband from now until the end of time?"
To Dack's surprise, Naberial actually smiled.
"I do."
"And Shinirael, will you take this dutiful doppelganger to be your wife until you are recalled back into heaven?"
"I do, I do." He smiled.
"Then by the power bestowed on me by Lord Ainz Ooal Gown and the sloth next to him, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss Naberial...and affirm your pact."
Shinirael was like a cat in situations like this, swatting his hand fingers gently against Naberial's cheek. Although she didn't feel anything from his fingers, his cubicles were a little warm.
Finally, he gripped his arm around her waist; her hands jutting fingers tightly into his chest. Their eyes glistened sparkly into each others eyes like reflections sparkling on a lake. And then—they kissed.
The moment the maids and guardians cheered for their kissing, Haise the young slave from Dark Typhon came out with a basket of flowers.
She tossed a few multicolored Overlord flowers in the air then when Shinirael and Naberial mosey down the carpet to the front door, she stepped aside then followed behind trying not to step on the dragging wedding cape.
At the bottom of the basket gray with white speckle flowers tightened with white papers. Once she threw that the bridesmaids including the Guardians Albedo and Shalltear would scramble to catch it.
She like the carefree child she was tossed it in the air without hesitation, tittering at her once in a lifetime opportunity.
As Ainz thought, Albedo and Shalltear practically launched like rockets into the air—they had everything in their rocket launch except smoke and combustion—and they reached for it. To his surprise there was someone who didn't race to grab it and that someone was Azulea. Although she didn't feel an infatuation for him, she had pash affections for Dack that made him think she might try to grab it to marry him.
The event ended with Albedo thrusting the boutique in the air.
"This is a symbol my love and I are meant to be together!" She exclaimed standing over Shalltear whose cheeks were puffed like a goblin from envy.
Everyone exited out the church; Haise getting to ride on Goldie so she could keep up with the couple.
Awaiting the newlyweds was a dragon acting as their wedding chariot. He was the same dragon from the valley they traversed in not too long ago. He greeted the newly wedded couple brisking his head before nodding in acceptance for their marriage.
"My king and queen...may this world know your coalition when you ride on my back."
Shinirael stared with a straight face. "Or you can be our chariot to the wedding after party."
As the dragon shuddered at his own uselessness, Shinirael beamed looking at Naberial. "I'll hold onto you tightly. Wouldn't want to fall again."
Naberial did something she never did for anyone not even Ainz, giggle.
"I'll catch you. After doing that we can fly like bats."
Naberial sat down near the yardage of the dragons' neck while Shinirael sat behind her.; he had his gray wing extended to her cheek touching her in three different ways: left stomach, right stomach, and her light-hued cheek.
At last—they took to the skies in a trajectory of strong wings and headwinds. At first they were just shooting straight, but were then gliding through the sky feeling a little bumpy.
The sky was beautiful. It had dark blue colors with twinkling stars, stars that were meshed together to make a beautiful rabbit, and even the black spots were beautiful.
What made this night even more special was the mutual current cast by the two magic users imbuing their palms with electricity that crackled beautifully in the sky.
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Solution didn't feel like going to the wedding party. She would rather be with the pledians in a sprawled village with the virgin boy.
She was on her way to devour him. How she made it to the village so fast was she asked Lord Ainz to take her with his teleportation.
At first he was confused, acted like he had no idea of the circumstances he told Sebas about, but he befittingly took her there. He wasn't coming back until after the wedding party; she had time to play with her "food" before devouring IT.
She found him working on a roof scaring birds away. Whether a home is abandoned or denizens lived there, birds always perch on the roof.
After that he used a bucket and sponge to clean dirty clothes. He did it all with just a sponge, and little space didn't stop him from cleaning it.
He hung them on a clothesline coiled around a tree branch to dry. He used a stump as a block when he picked up an axe and cleaved it through a severed piece of wood that resembled a ribcage.
He did that over two dozen times before he hefted them into a tarp and carried them to the side of a house. He did a lot of chores and it wasn't even his house he worked on.
He worked like a homunculus, but now she could see him in his small stature. He was only five feet tall maybe one inch, had a white shirt on tucked into his dark green pants with red suspenders around his elbows. On both his breasts and sides were red flowers. He had brown hair that looked like a unicorn's hair, chiseled nose, and blue eyes.
After finishing, he made it to the door an old woman was standing in the open doorway of. Solution assumed he was going to ask for money after his hard work, yet after a few tender laughs he left.
He skipped two steps before making his way to a wooden red chair with the right arm covered in green with algae.
Ensconce in his wooden "throne" he took out a piece of paper and started scribbling. Solution saw a lot of beautiful portraits in the Tomb of Nazarick, but none of the Supreme Ones ever painted before. This gave her a reason to saunter up to him and feign interest.
She would feel genuine joy if she could scare him from him now knowing she was coming, but his eyes fixated on her.
At last, she could start the foreplay.
"Hi. I'm new here."
He stopped scribbling before stuffing his paper under his rear end.
"Welcome," he said glistening with a small trickle of tears.
"My name is Suzuno." Solution lied. "What are you drawing there?"
He choked.
"Nothing."
That sounded like the kind of lie a little kid would make hiding his confession letters from his parents.
"Don't be afraid. It's not like we know each other enough for it to matter what my opinion is. Please let me see it."
Looking like a red tomato, he reached under his buttocks and showed Solution the picture. Although she's seen pictures caricature and lapestries made by the best artists in Nazarick, her shocked reaction was genuine looking at a pencil sketched picture of a pretty girls' face.
Her face.
Her eyes looked smaller and her curls were shorter, but the picture was on her.
"Me?"
"Yeah. Funny thing about our town: people learn to notice things behind our back at a young age."
She knew that was a falsetto. From the intel she made over, it was clear he had his eyes were behind him because of the tragedy with his parents. She stood in solemn silence gazing at the picture. It was only after she gave it back she had a change of heart; still wanted to eat him but wanted to prolong it to see how much he could be swooned by her.
"Do you want to watch the eventide?"
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Albedo sniffed the flowers as if they had just been pollinated. These flowers were a symbol of how this dance was going to end—with her lying in bed with Lord Ainz.
She was so drunk on her thirst she failed to notice one thing: Ainz himself. There were abundance of skeletons dancing, lizardmen dancing with their females such as Zaryusu Shasha and Crusch Lulu slow dancing while their albino son danced with Aura.
Mare danced with the blue-haired cleric elf.
He was dressed in a bridesmaid attire and Aura in turn was wearing a suit and tie. The other elves—the ranger and druid—were glaring at the cleric who pulled on her eyelid and stuck out her tongue at them.
Demiurge was holding the waist of Lupusregina Beta, Cocytus had Yuri Alpha, Entomna danced with Silverbane, CZ2128 Delta got the blonde haired penguin Eclair Eclier Eicler who was being carried by one of his masked servants, and of course Sebas swayed his hands back and forth clenched with Tuare next to the bride and groom themselves Naberial and Shinirael.
For two somber beings that spent most of their existence frowning and furrowing their eyebrows at anyone who tried to make them laugh only to fail, they were touching cheeks and looking happy.
Shalltear was also alone waiting to dance with her Lord Ainz only to look grumpy with her arms crossed. Unlike Albedo though she did something unutterably inconceivable: order one of the shadow puppets to mimic Ainz Ooal Gown in appearance.
"Ainz!" In a moment of joy she jumped gaily towards the shadow puppet before seeping her face in its fake ribcage.
Her exclamation was loud enough to draw Albedo to her. She could tell it wasn't Ainz because of its smell—the smell wasn't accurate, she just believed that to be true.
Just when she was about to march over and chastise her for something taboo, she smelled something her mind knew wasn't a lie, Dack. He appeared in front of her with that smarmy smile she loathed.
"The dance is half over," he said in a way that felt like a cats paw scrapping her ear, "and you are still standing around not getting into the conga. If I may be so coy, would you like to have a dance with me?"
Albedo thought he was coy. She was about to push him away when he said a tenable argument.
"It's not right to expect someone to come and dance with you but turn away someone else. Try to lighten up for a change. Please dance with me, resplendent woman."
Albedo gave in extending her hand slowly, prelude before she yanked Dack's hand and barrel with him. Albedo shook her chin on his shoulder as the other dancers spinned around for her. It wasn't as bad as she assumed it would be, but was still lousy.
This mundane dance of theirs was lived by her hair being stroked by Dack sticking his nose in her hair.
"You have really glossy hair."
She wasn't flattered or abhorred by his compliment.
"Have I ever told you about a dream I had months ago?"
That made her smile from the feasible joke of it.
"I was sleeping in the same bed as you. I told you it wouldn't happen unfettered now I can tell you if you think dancing with me will go unpunished..."
"Shhh. It was a dream, something of a desire everyone has. The only difference is I can tell you. You were born to be dreamlike."
When she heard him say that it caused her cheeks to fluster. The song ended in a quiet moment where she didn't want it to and before she was hoping it would end. Dack's arm still squeezed her, left hand as his fingers wriggled something into her hand.
She clenched what it was in her hand, as he sauntered into the crowd. Before he disappeared from sight by a walking Death Knight, he turned around and smiled at her.
Before unveiling her "gift" in her silky gloves she flitted around the ballroom scouring for Dack. Her fingers opened up five minutes of searching later when he seemingly disappeared into dragon nostril smoke.
To her confusion the present was a key.
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The bespectacled demon was enjoying a nice cup of hibiscus tea with the bloated corpse Neuronist Painkill still locked in his squalid cage.
She learned insipid things about the demon, some of them interesting such as how he picked his clothes, only to learn nothing about his master or what he was doing here.
"Your keeping things from me, honey," she said while also squirming her tentacles around.
"A tandem of things," he smirked. "But I've told you everything truthfully about my masters' plan: he wants to merge with the walls; become a primordial being like the "Ancient Ones" were."
"Don't be sarcastic with me. You know what I'm talking about. Your not being kept here because you have no choice—and your still hiding here when Lord Ainz, the Floor Guardians, and even the maids are away."
While her eyes were glued to him stroking the tea cup like a kittens' cheek, his slippery tentacles touched hers. She wasn't foolish enough not to know this was a seductive honey-trap move of his to swoon her.
"Before failing to fight those two associates of yours I succeeded in galvanizing my masters' armor. He doesn't need my help anymore."
The demon pluck out his long—ten inches—purple tongue before a portal appeared in front of his face.
His tongue coiled around a box of crumpets he siphon out of the portal. He then was quaking from his tongue to pop the cutout incision of the box, then roiled the box forward. Two crumpets popped out of the box. One he let fall into his waiting hand while the other dropped into her cup.
"Master always had one when I served him tea in his solitude. Since we are both alone—let's munch down a delicious crumpet together."
Neuronist Painkill found him to be a lunatic, but the thought of having her tea this way comforted her. In unison, they raised their glasses before slurping their tea down.
It happened to her, she felt dizzy and a little woozy.
At first she thought it was just fatigue, but her entire gut felt foul. The cookie she dropped was laced with something potent. As for him, her half-shut eyes could see him break his chains off his body as he stood upright. He didn't run or saunter to the door even with the freedom he tricked her into giving him.
He laid down next to her sprawled body. He started to soothe her down with some gentle whistling sounds. She didn't know what kind of nefarious plan he had, but this moment here...wasn't so bad.
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Albedo awoke with her eyes half-open as red colors shaded her field of vision. Once her senses returned, she realized her back was flat on a bed and her left hand clenching on a bed sheet. She was confused, but all that shock changed into a big convivial smile. She could hear the gentle sounds of snoring adjacent to her.
In her hopeful state she assumed her long awaited goal of laying in bed with Lord Ainz finally came true. With excitement she lifted the covers to see his sleeping face before shouting out in joy.
However, what her eyes saw were the fleshy warm corpulent body of a human; her bedmate last night was Dack the imbecile. Her shock started in low before escalating so high she had no choice but to let it out.
"NOOOOO!"
And on the sleeping face of Dack ,to add further insult to her, the deceiving male smiled in his dreamy state.