Chapter 3: Birth of the Antichrist

Momonga peered into the Observation Mirror as he watched the knights massacre the villagers.

I should feel horrified shouldn't I? All this blood and violence should make me feel sick, or appalled, hell I'd even take being turned on by it at this point, just let me feel something! *Sigh* I guess this is just part of being an undead. I don't even have a shred of my humanity left. I guess the last pieces of who I used to be are dead. I remember remembering how it feels to be human more than the actual feelings themselves. At least I still have the NPCs.

He glanced over his shoulder towards Sebas, who had been observing the events over his master's shoulder.

"We'll leave the humans to their own devices. This isn't our problem," Momonga stated coldly. He noticed Sebas twitch before he responded with his usual mannerism.

"As you say my lord," Sebas said a little quieter than usual.

"Sebas?"

"My lord?"

"It is painfully obvious something is bothering you. Speak your mind." Sebas let out a sigh before steeling himself to answer his master.

"My lord, with all due respect, must we let the humans die? It is within our power to prevent this tragedy and, judging by the way those knights handle their swords, it would take very little effort on our part. I believe we should help the humans. It is the right thing to do." With his piece said, Sebas folded his arms behind his back and awaited a reprimand. Momonga stared at him seeing his old friend Touch-Me's ideals alive within his creation. Momonga still felt bitterness towards Touch-Me and the other former members of Ainz Ooal Gown. However, he did owe Touch-Me for saving him the first time they met. He did have the power to stop this. He needed to test the general strength of this world's people anyway. Besides, Sebas was right. It was the right thing to do even if he didn't care.

This is the last time I do anything for the sake of you traitors.

And with that final bitter thought, he stood up and looked at Sebas.

"You are right Sebas," Momonga finally said. "It is within our power to save those people. I will go provide them with assistance. Inform Albedo of the situation and tell her to meet me there." Sebas smiled as he went off to find Albedo. While Sebas did not like it when innocents died he knew many in Nazarick would sit and watch humans kill each other with glee and it put a spring in his step to know that his lord shared similar ideals. "[Gate]!"

Enri Emmot held her baby sister, Nemu, closely as she ran through the forest. She tried not to think about how she had just watched her parents murdered. She tried not to think about the other villagers who were being butchered. And most importantly, she tried not to think about what would happen if the knights that were chasing them managed to catch up. Unfortunately for her, just as she thought this, she felt the cold steel of a sword make a shallow cut down her back. As shallow as it was, it still hurt like hell and Enri hit the ground like a puppet whose strings were cut. The two knights who had been chasing her laughed as they circled her.

"You didn't actually think you could get away from us did you?" one of the knights said with a chuckle.

"Are you okay, sis?" her baby sister asked

"We're okay Nemu! Everything is going to be alright!" Enri lied through her teeth. What was she supposed to do? Tell her baby sister that they were about to die?

"Well isn't this touching?" the other knight scoffed. "Alright let's get this over whi-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" The knight's comrade and the sisters looked towards where he was pointing to see some kind of spinning oval of utter blackness which contrasted heavily with the sunlight that it seemed suck from the air. Slowly, ever so slowly, a figured emerged from the inky blackness. A single word went through the minds of the four who saw him.

DEATH

The best way to describe the tall man that had emerged from the darkness would be death given human form. He wore black light armor and a blood red cloak. Shoulder length, wavy hair as dark as night. Skin as pale as a corpse. He had a neatly trimmed moustache and beard with a face with that would considered extremely handsome if it wasn't for the fanged scowl that adorned his features. Last but not least were the piercing crimson eyes that seemed to look through your skin and straight into your soul. And those eyes were glaring bloody murder at the two knights.

"St-st-stay back!" one of the knights managed to shout. "We are on official business of the-" The man didn't even let him finish.

"[Grasp Heart]" he said in calm, commanding tone as he held up his hand and clenched his fist as if to crush something. As he did the knight who had been speaking coughed out blood and was dead before he hit the ground. "Pathetic."

The other knight scared out of his wits pointed his sword at the man – no – the monster that had just killed his comrade and shouted the first thing that popped into his head.

"Stop! Monster!"

Momonga stared at this hypocritical human for a moment and laughed as remembered a quote from one his favorite films. His eyes glowed a bit bright and his lips turned upward into a twisted grin that showed off every one of his fangs.

"I get that a lot human," he stated as he slowly walked toward the knight who was slowly backing away in response. "And what does that make you who would slaughter innocents before standing before me. A MAN? A WORM? A MONSTER?"

Unable to stand being near this creature another minute the knight ditched his sword and ran away as fast as he could.

"You can murder women and children but the moment a real opponent worth killing shows up you turn tail and run? Coaward! [Dragon Lightning]!" As those last words left his mouth, a bolt of lightning that resembled a Chinese Dragon. The lightning bolt struck its target with precision and force sending the knight's charred corpse to the ground. Momonga simply laughed at said corpse. "Don't tell me all humans are this weak? Should I create a Vampire Bride? No, to much effort for such weak opponents." He then raised his hand towards the corpse he had used [Grasp Heart] on. "[Create Death Knight]!" Black ooze appeared on the corpse and completely covered it. Before anyone knew it the corpse became a full-fledged Death Knight.

That's not how it worked in Yggdrasil. This requires further investigation. Later perhaps.

"Death Knight. There are knights attacking the village. Kill them all!" he commanded. With its orders received the Death Knight took off towards the village growling in anticipation of the coming slaughter. Just as the Death Knight set off another portal opened behind him.

Right on time.

Albedo, clad in slender black body armor with a large battle axe in hand stepped out from the swirling dark portal.

"I apologize my lateness my lord," Albedo said with a bow. "My preparations took longer than expected."

"On the contrary Albedo, your timing was impeccable."

"Thank you my lord." Albedo turned to the two human girls. "My lord, shall I dispose of these lower life forms?" As she spoke she raised her axe in preparation to strike and the girls screamed.

Lower life forms? I'm detecting a potential problem.

"Leave them be. Our targets are the ones wearing armor," Momonga stated calmly. Albedo responded with a nod and lower her axe. Seeing the axe lowered, the girls stopped screaming. Momonga then turned his attention to the two girls who had close to each other and were positively shaking as he turned his gaze towards them. He knelt so he could be closer to level and examined Enri's wound. "You are injured. Drink this," he said he held out a red healing potion.

"B-b-b-blood?" the older girl stammered. Momonga raised an eyebrow as the girl continued stammering. "I-if I drink this will you please let my sister go sir?" The girl's little sister then started attempting smack the potion away.

"Don't drink it Enri!" she cried.

What the hell? I'm not that scary! Draculas may not be common but it's not something to freak out over- ah that's right. This isn't Yggdrasil. New world new rules. Looks like the undead are frowned upon around here.

Momonga was brought out his thoughts when he felt Albedo raise the axe again while seething with rage.

"You lower life forms! How dare deny our lord's kindness?" Albedo growled. The girls started screaming again. Unfortunately for Momonga, he smelled that at least one of them has wet themselves. Lovely.

This is getting annoying.

"Albedo, dear, please put the axe down," he requested with a sigh. He heard the axe clatter to ground behind him and turned around to see Albedo squirming.

"Ah. Dear. He called me dear," she kept muttering to herself. Momonga smirked as he watched the succubus's antics.

This is rather amusing actually.

He whipped his head around to face the girls again who, thankfully, had stopped screaming.

"This is a healing potion," he stated holding up. "Please drink it." After a moment's hesitation, Enri took the potion and gulped it down. Almost instantaneously, the wound on her back was healed and the pain disappeared.

"Amazing," she muttered. Momonga nodded in satisfaction.

"Are you aware of what magic is?" he asked.

"Yes. I have a friend who comes to our village sometimes who uses magic," Enri replied.

"Good. That simplifies matters. I am a sorcerer and I am here to help your village," as he finished speaking he raised his hand to cast more spells. "[Anti-Life Cocoon] [Wall of Protection from Arrow]." A barrier quickly wrapped around the girls and Momonga pulled out a Horn of the Goblin General and tossed it in with them. "Use this should anyone manage to get past these defenses. Come along Albedo." Albedo finally snapped out of her fantasy and picked up her axe before falling in behind her master.

"Wait!" Enri cried. Momonga rolled his eyes.

Now what?

"Yes?" He turned to see the two girls bowing to him.

"Thank you kind sir," Enri said.

"Thank you mister saucer," Nemu said copying her elder sister.

It's sorcerer.

"What is your name sir?" Enri asked. That question froze Momonga dead in his tracks. Who was he? He didn't feel like he did when he played as Momonga anymore. When Momonga thought of his former guild mates he felt pride and comradery. Now when he thought of them he felt bitterness and betrayal. Should he introduce himself as Ainz Ooal Gown? He was all that was left of the guild after all. No. He had already set his lifeless heart on naming the planet that. Besides, the name would just bring up more bitter memories until he had something to full Ainz Ooal Gown with. He would pick a name based off his accomplishments in Yggdrasil. He ascended to the highest order of vampire, a Dracula, by devouring oceans of blood. He earned the nickname "Yggdrasil's Antichrist" through his merciless strategies and cunning.

That's it then.

He smiled and swarms of bats filled the sky even though there still daylight. His red eyes shone brightly and his shadow seemed to have red eyes all over it.

"Remember my name. I AM LUCIFER DRACUL.