A/N: Before I begin, I would like to apologize for the delay in getting these out. I have lost much of the motivation that I once had with this fic. I will still be writing this as a comfort fic. While I have gotten many sweet and kind comments that honestly make my day as I do feel proud of this fic, I have been messaged and told that this is not a good fic and I should be ashamed of it. I started writing this fic as a form of stress relief and comfort and shared it in hopes that you like it. That being said this is a Demiurge x OC Fanfic and if you dislike the pairing please do not read. I don't have a "beta reader" so the fic may be rough and "Unprofessional", but it is something that helps me so I hope those of you who reading this enjoy it as I have. I will still post chapters as I get then done but it may not be as often as I would have liked.

Demiurge wouldn't necessarily call himself a 'worry wart'. However, today had been extremely taxing on him. He had fully inventoried and gotten a headcount and details on each member of the seventh floor that worked under him, including in it strengths, weaknesses, suggestions on strategies and of course a comprehensive personality type for his master's and mistress's ease of planning the conquering of this world. He had been rather excited to give the first of the evaluations to his Mistress but upon arriving at her room he found that she was not there. In fact, he could not find her in the whole of the Tomb.

He knew that his Mistress was not a reckless person, but his thought immediately had taken a turn for the worse and none of the guardians were with her. He had checked. Where would she go without any guardians? The minutes he had spent looking for her stretched on into hours and he was seconds away from informing Lord Ainz that he could not find Lady Ahna when the maid Peyona approached him.

"Lord Demiurge." She said, giving him a gentle incline of her head. "You appear to be distressed."

"I have been searching for Lady Ahna." He said, the smallest hint of the emotions bubbling up inside him bleed through his words.

"Apologize Lord, she is in the Treasury with Lord Pandora." Peyona's words were a soothing balm on his emotions. "She requested that if anyone asked that I should inform them where she was. I neglected to come tell you immediately." She bowed deeply. She had not known that the arch-devil would have need of her lady so soon or become so flustered when she was still within the tomb.

"You are our Lady's personal maid, correct?" Demiurge asked.

"She has not been given one yet. All the maids are very excited at the prospect of serving my lady as her personal maid, but she has yet to choose one."

"Very well. I will discuss with her the prospect of choosing one, meanwhile will you inform My Lady that when she is free I was rather hoping to talk to her about the Census and inventory on Level 7." He said not looking at the dog maid. He had scrambled all over the tomb only for her to be in most arguably the safest room in the tomb. Not a single person who didn't have a ring of Ainz Ooal Gown would be able to breach it. He was sure that his lady had thought of this and that was why she had gone down. To get the inventory from the treasury keeper.

Peyona bowed and gave her agreement to inform both his lady and himself that she was returned.

Demiurge dismissed her and stood in the hallway for a moment longer after she had left. While the Tomb was safe, his Mistress was still able to go through it at her leisure. So perhaps he should find a way to contact her. Unlike the supreme beings Demiurge did not have his lord and lady on a message spell. The mere insinuation that he would just casually call them up was tantamount to blasphemy as if one such as he could just demand anything of his precious Masters.

His thoughts were cut short as he entered the seventh floor to find the Evil Lord of Greed standing in the entrance seemingly in a very animated chat with someone. As far as Demiurge knew, which he knew absolutely because he gave the order, Greed was supposed to be at the other end of Level 7. He was about to open his mouth to scold the red haired demon when his wing flapped slightly revealing a shorter Deviless.

The tall demon glanced over his shoulder seeing the Lord of the Seventh Floor standing there and he gestured the Supreme Lady to him. She nodded to Greed and gave him a smile before walking over to Demiurge. She sported a top that exposed all of her arm and wdas basically a second skin with the way it formed to her body, and the same could be said of her pants. Her taloned feet poked out at the end bared and clicked on the stone as she drew closer to him.

He gave her a little bow and greeted her. "My Mistress." He said reverently.

"Peyona informed me not long ago that you were in need of me. I apologize I went to talk to Pandora about the treasury and time simply got away with me." She looked to the devil as he rose from his bow.

He was not smiling like he normally did. His face was slightly marred by a frown as he stared down at her. "My Lady, I don't mean to over step, but when we made the contract I thought you said you would keep me informed of your dealings?"

The smile on her face dimmed and she tilted her head. "Are you referring to when I said that I would include you in all that I do?"

"Yes, My Lady."

"Well, it was what I was coming here to do. I may not tell you every step before I do it Demi, but I will tell you at the very least afterwards. I don't plan on keeping you in the dark and it was not my intention to hurt you or make you feel as if I broke our pact straight out of the gate. If it causes you such distress, would you prefer that I tell you beforehand when I do something?" She was frowning up at him with a delicate red eyebrow arched as if she was questioning him.

The expression caused the devil to backpedal immediately. "I did not mean to assume that you must report to me, I was merely worried for you, My Lady."

She stared at him, not speaking for a moment, making him feel like she was looking through him down into his core. Like she could see every single sin he had committed and every weakness. It left him feeling very vulnerable under her gaze. "So, you don't want me to tell you when I do things?"

"If my Lady deems me worthy then yes. It would ease my mind." He admitted honestly. "However, I am simply here for my lady's peace of mind."

"Then would you like to move this to a more comfortable location, as long as you are not busy."

The devil smiled and extended his hand for her to take. "I have finished the necessary task for now. I, also, have finished the seventh floor inventory and evaluation of its occupants."

"Evaluations?"

"Yes, My Lady. Every person on Level Seven is accounted for including their strengths, weaknesses, jobs, and current assignments. Everything my Masters will need to implement any plans they have." He stated proudly at his Lady's question. He had expected nothing less than this from his masters. To know every subordinate down to the smallest to perfectly execute plans and use them to their fullest capacity. What brilliant tacticians. He was truly blessed to be under such astute minds.

Ahna just gazed at the devil and gave a soft laugh. She wasn't sure why she had been surprised that he had done more than she had even suspected but she was. At this point, she couldn't help but admire the man's dedication to the tomb and the guild members. "I see. Then we will most certainly put everyone where they will be most fit. Excellent work Demiurge."

The black haired male was completely elated, the stress from the day leaving his shoulder and causing him to relax into the conversation with Ahna. Once in the innermost layer of the seventh level he assisted her into a seat and pulled out the stack of papers that consisted of the roster and inventory.

She smiled, pulling out a binder. "This was done by Pandora's Actor. It was prepared long before coming to the new world apparently." Demiurge listened to his mistress tell him about her meeting with Pandora's Actor and her going through the binders. He explained how the profiles were set up for ease of viewing and to swiftly find what each person was good for.

He was content that she felt at ease going through the papers here with him. Every now and then, she would stop on one of his subordinates to ask a question, which he answered. The two spent time just like that and the devil couldn't have been more content.