Chapter 1: The Floor Guardians

"My lord? My lord? Lord Momonga are you okay?"

Momonga finally snapped out of it and cleared his throat.

"Not now Albedo," he snapped. Albedo stiffened and immediately bowed.

"My apologies my lord! I did not mean to displease you!"

Momonga continued to watch her movements as he attempted to log out or contact an administrator. No dice.

She's so lifelike….. Is this an update? Yggdrasil 2.0? Is this really happening? How am I being so calm about this?

After a few moments of conversing with himself, he looked up and set his gaze on Nazarick's butler.

"Sebas," he spoke in a calm but commanding tone.

"My lord?" Sebas raised his head.

"Something strange has happened and I need you and a few of the Pleiades to investigate the perimeter around Nazarick. Once your investigation is complete you are to report back to me with your findings. Am I understood?"

"As you say my lord," the aged butler said as he bowed before he set off at a quick pace.

Momonga then turned his attention to the remaining Pleiades Battle Maids.

"The rest of you are to act as additional security on the eighth and ninth floors."

"Yes my lord!" they responded in unison before departing to carry out their tasks.

With his subordinates gone, Momonga sank back into his thoughts. That is, until Albedo spoke up.

"My lord, what would you have me do?" Albedo asked with as she gazed at him with those seductive eyes that seemed to….. NO! BAD THOUGHTS!

Still, I need to confirm if my suspicions are correct. Time to go for broke I guess.

"Albedo, would you come here?" Albedo seemed to perk up.

"Of course darling!" she said all smiles.

Darling? Why the hell is she calling me….. oh no.

Then he remembered what he had done to her settings.

Well, this is what I get for screwing with Tabula's bullshit. It came back to bite me right in the ass.

"Albedo, I apologize if I'm being too forward but…." He barely spoke to anyone IRL even less ask to grope a girl's tits!

"I need to touch your chest," he finally completed his sentence. Strangely he could feel himself becoming calmer and calmer. Albedo stared at him for few moments as if not understanding what had come out his mouth. Then her face lit up and she looked like she was the happiest woman in the world.

"Sure!" she said happily.

That went well.

So, Momonga tentatively reached and started groping her.

This is the weirdest day of my life.

Ignoring Albedo's continuing moans, he continued to ponder the situation.

Yggdrasil would never allow 18+ actions like this. Not with the Social Order Maintenance Act in place. Plus I can feel her pulse, so have the NPCs really come to life? This can't be real no way. Still these are really soft – oh goddammit I'm still touching her.

"My apologies Albedo my mind was elsewhere and-" Momonga stopped when he felt something pressing against his pants. He didn't have to look down to tell what it was. Albedo started blushing almost instantaneously and began fidgeting.

"Ah, my lord, will I have my first time here?" she asked as her eyes shined with eagerness and perhaps a little bit of fear.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?

"What shall I do with my clothes? Should I take them off? Or do you want to? Or would you rather rip-" As tempting as it was, Momonga didn't really know how he felt about the situation.

"Enough! Now is not the time to indulge in such things!" Momonga stated while attempting to appear as regal as he could in the given situation. Albedo gasped and bowed.

"My deepest apologies my lord!" Momonga raised a hand in response.

"It is fine. Please gather all of the Floor Guardians other than Gargantua and Victim. Have them meet me on the sixth floor in about an hour."

"Yes my lord!" and with that Albedo hurried off to carry out her duty. A few seconds after she left Momonga glanced around the throne room to make sure he was alone before he peaked into his pants and grinned

FUCK YEAH! I'M HUGE!

And with that confidence booster and the knowledge that his sex-drive was still intact despite being an undead he teleported off.

After spending some time checking if magic, message, and everything else from the game still worked, Momonga had teleported to the sixth floor, spent some time with Aura and Mare, and bragged to the two elves about the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown much like he used to brag to his guild mates back in the old days. No wonder they would tease him by calling him a maniac. There was a slight problem however. Shaltear had arrived.

"Ah? Am I the first to arrive?" she asked herself in a bell-like tone. She nodded at Mare, glared at Aura, and then her eyes lit up and she sprinted at Momonga, jumped up, and hugged him. It was humorous to watch considering he was 8ft2in tall and she was 4ft5in so it was like watching a koala hang from a tree. "Father! You're here!" she exclaimed.

FATHER?

"My apologies Shaltear, but why did you call me father?" Shaltear let go of her master's neck and hopped down.

"It is only natural I would refer to you that way, Lord Momonga. You don't have the title of Father Blood for nothing. You, who are the father of all vampires, are the epitome of our kind! Was I perhaps being too informal?

Father Blood? My old roleplaying name? How does Shaltear know about that? Do the other NPCs know?

"It is fine Shaltear. I was merely curious," he stated calmly. What else did the NPCs know about?

"Please, there's no way fake-tits here can have any relation to you my lord," Aura said with a smirk. Shaltear growled as she turned to Aura. "I knew it! I bet you overstuffed your bra so you can't even walk straight! That's why you had to use the gate!"

"You little fucking termite!" Shaltear screeched as she drew her claws.

"Come at me mosquito!" Aura challenged as she drew her whip. Momonga smirked as he watched this exchange. It reminded him of the quarrels between Shaltear's creator, Peroroncino, and his sister Bukubukuchagama, Aura's creator.

It's funny. Not even an hour ago, I was brooding over how alone I felt. I don't feel so alone anymore.

"S-sis you can't say that about vampires! L-l-lord Momonga is a vampire too!" Mare shook as he spoke up. Aura simply scoffed.

"Lord Momonga is nothing like Shaltear, Mare," Aura said firmly. "He is the original vampire! The GOD of all vampires!"

"There's no such thing as god," Momonga, being an atheist, couldn't help but quietly mutter those words so that no one could hear him. Suddenly a loud commanding voice yelled out.

"You. Are. Embarrassing. Yourselves. Before. The. Master." Everyone turned their eyes to the newcomer. Nazarick's resident Varmin Lord and warrior extraordinaire, Cocytus.

"But this shorty insulted me!"

"Bitch, you are the last person who should be calling someone short!"

"Enough," a terrifying voice commanded. Everyone fearfully turned their heads towards Momonga. He was glaring at them with his glowing red eyes as a black aura of death swirled around him.

"M-my apologies my lord," both Aura and Shaltear stuttered out. Momonga sighed as they finally shut up and turned his head to see the other Guardians, with Albedo leading them, report in.

Sebas was the last to arrive and had messaged his master the information regarding the situation outside earlier while Aura and Mare had been fighting the fire elemental. One by one the Guardians stated their names and positions.

Demiurge, a sadistic demon who was, in every sense of the word, an evil genius. He was the master of the blazing pits of the seventh floor and was the head of Nazarick's Security. He wore an orange suit that seemed distinctly British, had long ears, spectacles, and had a long silver spiked tail.

Aura and Mare were brother and sister as well as the defenders of the sixth floor. The elven twins had heterochromatic eyes and were created as cross dressers. Momonga smirked as he recalled Bukubukuchagama's eccentricities.

Cocytus, an enormous four armed insectoid Vermin Lord warrior created to be the embodiment of bushido and armed to the teeth. He guarded the icy fifth floor.

Shalltear, a True Vampire who took necrophilia to next level and was the guardian of the first, second, and third floors and all of their undead inhabitants. She wore a dark purple dress that wouldn't seem out of place in a ballroom and had her silver hair in a ponytail.

Corvo, one of his own personal creations. Corvo was a member of the Vengeful Spirit race and he specialized in stealth and assassination. He was the guardian of the ninth floor, where he would use the décor combined with his magic to strike at the enemy without them knowing he was even there, and he managed the Eight Edge Assassins. He wore a dark hooded trench coat and wore a metallic mask that resembled a deformed skull. Underneath that mask he looked like your average, albeit handsome, human. For now.

Albedo kneeled before her master at the head of the guardians before speaking.

"We the Floor Guardians pledge our undying loyalty to you, the Supreme Being, our overlord," she said.

"All hail Lord Momonga!" the rest of them joined in. He gave them all a cold smile that befitted a strong ruler.

Thank you non-existent God for all those annoying acting lessons I was given in the orphanage.

"Excellent. I have no doubt that you will all fulfill your duties exceptionally." The Guardians looked up and beamed at their master. "According to Sebas the swamps that once surrounded Nazarick are no more and we now find ourselves surrounded by grasslands. Does anyone have any suggestions as how we can hide Nazarick from the outside world?"

"Um… uh…. W-we can cover the outer walls with earth and vegetation. Th-that should hide us for the most part," Mare stuttered out. Albedo had a burning anger in her eyes and was about to start shouting at Mare when Momonga's piercing red eyes glared at her, wordlessly telling her to keep quiet.

"Very good Mare, I will leave it in your capable hands. However a single hill may stand out. I recommend that, if possible, several hills be erected to further disguise our location from outsiders."

"I was about to suggest the same thing my lord," Sebas stated with a nod of approval.

"Y-y-yes my lord," Mare bowed shyly although on the inside he was giddy that he could of use to the Supreme Being.

"Now, I have a question for you my guardians," Momonga stated as he swept his cold gaze over each and every one of them. "What am I to you?"

The Guardians looked at one another, not entirely sure what the purpose of this question was but willing to answer nonetheless. Shalltear was the first to speak up. Her face was full of joy and had a distinct blush on her pale features.

"Beauty, elegance, and power personified! The father of all vampires and the god who reaches into the realms of the living and the dead!"

What? God?

"Cocytus?"

"Stronger. Than. All. Of. Us. Floor. Guardians. And. Dare. I. Say. Any. Of. The. Other. Supreme. Beings. The. Pride. Of. Nazarick. Our. Great. Leader."

"Aura?"

"A merciful leader with unmatched foresight!"

"Mare?"

"A-a kind and gentle ruler."

"Demiurge?"

"An inscrutable man who makes the wisest of decisions and acts upon them with precision and efficiency."

"Corvo?"

"You are our most worthy master and my creator."

"Sebas?"

"The leader of the 41 Supreme Beings and our kind master who elected to stay with until the end."

"Last but not least, Albedo?"

"The Highest of the Supreme Beings and our ultimate master! As well as the man I love!" she stated proudly.

Well, now my ego is through the roof.

"Thank you my guardians. Continue to serve me faithfully!"

And with that he teleported away as several conflicting thoughts raced through his head.

Why do they revere me so much? They should since I'm their leader. But I'm not nearly as great as there making out to be! I can't let them down! Should I try to get back to my world? Do I want to go back? What if we have enemies out there? Hostile players? I can't lose the NPCs! Not when they just came to life! I won't abandon them! They're all I have left!

That last thought brought a halt to his mental argument and a genuine smile made its way onto his pale features as realization dawned on him.

"I'm not alone anymore."