Heaven or Hell

by Scarabeye3000

An Overlord of Death, and a Fallen Angel leads Nazarick into the New World. OC.

2. The New World Part 1 (rewritten)

Disclaimer: Seriously, I would have owned this if only I was rich, sadly I am not. So its not mine.

Title: Heaven or Hell?

Chapter 2 - The New World 1

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6th Floor - Underground Arena

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"That cloud is shaped like a goat-"

"It does not."

"Yes, it does!"

"-no, it does not. A goat does not have five legs."

"Well, 'El Shub-Niggurath' does."

Momonga looked stupefied, "W- We are not talking about fictional goats and that- that is an unfair argument."

"Well, there is one of the cloned 'Dolly' that has five legs," Sammael said helpfully.

"Agh! That was a domestic sheep. A 'cloned' domestic sheep."

"Same difference you know, they both eat grass."

Momonga sighed at their banter, "Why do you always make it difficult for me to argue with you?"

"Hehe."

The Lich and the Angel walked jovially together as 2 friends enjoying a walk around the street. Both agreed to test the usage of magic and their effects on a stationary target for now. While they have surmised that, Albedo, though a bit zealous for Momonga's taste is faithful to the 2 of them. To the point of dangerous adoration as described by Sammael, who he wholeheartedly blamed for the woman's mind conditioning. Arriving at the entrance to the underground arena, they admired the forest surrounding the large stadium. It was designed that way to give contrast and focus on the stadium itself amidst the background of lush greenery. Additionally, this area was designed by one of the Supreme Beings and since being transported to the New World have come to life. The trees are all alive as a stream ran through the whole forested area, fueled by magic and the wondrous works of the said Supreme Being.

With their world blighted by pollution, unstable weather, global warming, violence and territorial disputes unseen in centuries. To be able to escape to this New World is a true blessing they could not dismiss. Their friends who built this dungeon hoped for a better place and thus it was made so, with their hardwork, time, and sacrifice, they all made it possible.

"Blue Planet would have loved it here."

"Indeed," a wave of sorrow washed over both of them, "They all would have been happy here."

Blue Planet, was a Supreme Being of immense druidic powers and skill. They remembered him as the very few poets and painter of their lifetime produced, the 6th Floor was ideally his canvas. He recreated the day sky and the night sky view, with all the constellations that they could not even see anymore, yet perfectly reproduced underground.

"His design of the Arena was top-notch too," Sammael said admiring the numerous Greek and Roman pillars mixed in artistic preference that would have made a classical architect spin in his grave.

"He did have Bellriver-san to help him, still to be able to make an excellent approximation of the real natural world, its just mind-boggling."

They entered the darkened halls of the Underground Arena, walking through its stone corridors and marble statue decorations, its opulence was beyond reckoning. Lights and torches began lighting one by one as they approached as they steadily made their way to the center of the structure. Momonga looked back on his memories of this place, if it serves him well, they would be encountering the Guardians of this place. The twin Elves designed by Bukubukuchagama herself, both siblings were tasked to guard this place and both knew they should be able to encounter them at the center of the arena. As the sheer size of the Arena drew their breaths and left them speechless, an excited squeal could be heard from the rafters above. Their eyes traced the top most viewing deck and saw a white figure throwing itself off from the side, they both almost cried out in alarm and worry when they realized that the thrown body managed to twist itself in mid-air and did a complete somersault as it landed softly on the hard ground.

Like the way a dainty bird would land on a piece of branch, it could do so with sheer physical agility and dexterity.

"V!"

She looked like a bouncing 11 year old child as she gave the victory sign from her landing. Her bright smile and childish exuberance signaled the message all too clear for them.

"NAILED IT!"

Though her jump ruffled the feather wings of Sammael and Momonga almost bit his non-existent tongue to prevent themselves from crying out in alarm, they of course did not. She was like a small firecracker, energetic, loud and she looked absolutely adorable with her white uniform and an androgynous face that appealed to both genders.

'Well, that's not good right?' Momonga shrugged as they both looked at the young dark elf in front of them. Her hair were like silk strands of a fine golden fabric as it reflected light with a luminescence of an angel's halo. The heterochromia on her eyes, one blue and the other green seemed to show the eagerness of an innocent child and her ears were long evident of her race. Dark smooth skin depicts clearly her racial trait being that of a Dark Elf.

Wearing the suit made and designed by their creator, Bukubukuchagama, her suit was designed to have a long sleeved red dragon scaled shirt. A white vest and matching pants sewn with golden fabric was richly embroidered with the emblem of the guild on the chest area. A necklace of gold chains went around her neck and a pendant, made with a golden acorn, glowed with innate power. A pair of leather gloves that was sewn with magical strips of metal completed her upper garments.

A savage looking whip dangled on her left waist and a white longbow made from fine quality wood was strapped on her back. Such delicate construction could have only been achieved with magic, and the weapon did glow with its innate power.

'Her name is Aura right?'

'I suppose...'

'You suppose?' Sammael raises a brow in question, 'Your the bloody Guildmaster right?'

'I know she is, I'm just getting back at you for the fiasco with Albedo.'

'Never going to let it go huh?'

'Until she finally gets to grip that it would be physically impossible to even attempt a copulation with m-'

A green aura washed over Momonga as Sammael looked at him sympathetically, 'I- I see, well, accept my apologies then Guild Master.'

They both watched as the dark elf jogged towards them gracefully, her nimbleness given evident by her race. Too quick on her feet, she came to a screeching halt in front of the 2 human players.

"Greetings my Lords! Welcome to the 6th Floor, the Underground Arena, our humble domain."

She bowed her head respectfully, she seemed familial to them, but her respect and obvious trust with the two of them showed through her eyes and her action. The 2 players looked at each other and bowed imperceptibly.

'She does not seem hostile to us right?'

'I concur, shall we proceed with the first plan anyway?'

'Lets.'

Sammael smiled and lets go of the underhand grip he had on his sword, with silent communication, Momonga walked ahead of him. Though no hostility could be actively seen nor felt from Aura, both of them felt it very prudent to be cautious at this new development.

"Thank you for your greeting Aura," the Lich said, elation seeping in his voice, "Both of us will be imposing ourselves for a while at your Floor if that would be all right?"

"My Lords," Aura gushed and bowed at them, "You honor us with your presence, you are the Supreme Beings and Lords of this Great Tomb. You can never impose on something that is already yours, indeed my Lords, you are gracing us with your presence."

'S-so bright!'

'Such- such bright... DEVOTION!'

Sammael and Momonga both kept silent as her outgoing personality stunned them, her faith and adoration undulated from her in waves. Though there was a hint of fear, it did not fully cover the feeling of love and respect she showed them. Emboldened by her actions, Sammael nods his head slowly and said, "Aura, since you are here- I believe your twin should also be here? Is he indisposed?"

Aura blushed and looked nervously around, she then turned on the highest balustrade where she initially jumped off and shouted, "How long are you going to wait there? Our Masters are here, get down here! NOW!"

A stuttering voice rang out as the 2 Supreme Beings looked at each other and nods knowingly.

"I-I can't onee-chan-"

Wringing her hands in nervousness, Aura turned back to her Masters and smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry My Lords, he's not usually this way. He usually follows orders right away."

Sammael chuckled, amused at the settings of the 2 Dark Elven children, "It is fine Aura, your creator made you two this way. We know."

These words somewhat relaxed the tomboyish elf, nevertheless she immediately turned back to the balustrade and screamed more firmly, "The Supreme Beings are here on our Floor and you, a Guardian, is not here to greet them! Such disrespect does not fit you idiot brother!"

"P-please wait... I-I'll take the stairs-"

"-you would make them wait longer!?" her voice trilled shrilly, "GET! DOWN! HERE! NOW!"

A few moments of silence until finally the other half of the dark elf twins found his courage, they heard a faint croak of, "O-ok, here I go..." and a body threw itself off from the top. Now that they were ready for it, both Momonga and Sammael didn't try so hard to control their emotions, both merely sighed as they saw the tumbling body right itself up, albeit it took longer, and finally landed on its two feet on the arena floor.

The other twin landed less steadily than Aura when she jumped down, though it didn't seem to affect him as he jogged towards them less quickly.

"I-I am very sorry to have kept you waiting-" Mare said as he puts a dainty hand on his chest and bowed low, "M-Momonga-sama and S-Sammael-sama."

Nervously he looked up at them as the 2 Supreme Beings towered over him, their eyes scrutinized every detail of him. They noted the details of his dress, the inconsistencies, anything that might have an unfortunate result from being in their presence. Thankfully, both of them saw nothing as they relaxed at his presence. Momonga looked on and saw the same dress make that Bukubukuchagama made for little girl that is currently dressed up in this boy.

'Hahhh...! Bukubukuchagama and her fantasies, well, with a brother like Peroroncino-'

Mare's dress was cut the same way as Aura's being twins and all. He wore a white vest and a shirt of blue dragon scales and a small green cape that reached the small of his back. A pleated skirt with a section of skin peeking on his hips that was not hidden by the knee high- were those socks or stockings? Either way, his boots were leather and he had an acorn-shaped pendant on a silver necklace. The threads used on his dress was silver and a direct contrast to Aura's whose motif was gold all the way. Lastly, he carried a gnarled wooden staff of a kind of black wood and a pair of lustrous white silken gloves covered his hands and arms.

"Both of you seemed to be brimming with energy?" the Fallen inquired, "It is good to see you both happy at least."

"Of course we are Sammael-sama!" Aura replied while extending her arms wide and excitedly flailed them about, "Aside from your visits, we were hoping we could go exploring or at least have an intruder fight in the arena- it's been so long my Lords since we did a good stretch!"

A stab of pain seemed to lance through both Supreme Beings as they remembered the Battle of Nazarick. Their enemies plowed through here and slain all defenders from the 1st up to the 7th Floor before being stopped by their counter-measures on the 8th Floor. To think that these children would have been slain, Momonga felt sadness as Sammael felt righteous fury in him.

A soft quivering voice snapped them out of their remembrance, "I-I would rather not, if that is all right... t-they truly scare me sometimes... well, most of the time."

"E-excuse me a moment my Lords," Aura bowed respectfully at the two of them, turned towards Mare and pinched his ear, "I shall discipline my brother for a moment, shan't take long!"

"O-o-oww ouchie!"

"You have kept our Lords waiting... and dare shows cowardice," the tomboyish girl grabbed her sis- I mean, brother in a tight choke-hold and proceeded to squeeze the air out of him, "Next time, when I said jump- you jump idiot brother!"

"I'm- GHAK! S-sorry my Lo-lords..."

Sammael gave an amused laugh while Momonga benevolently waved his hand to stop the elven girl from choking her twin brother into oblivion, "That is fine Aura, you may release your brother... he seemed thoroughly chastised."

"T-thank you my Lord..." Mare gave thanks as he was released, the Lich and the Angel looked at each other and fondly remembered Bukubukuchagama and Peroroncino through the twins and their animated interaction.

'That avian pervert and his Seiyuu sibling would be extremely pleased to see them moving about.'

'Indeed Sammael-kun, their actions reminds me quite fondly of their interaction with each other.'

'Remember the 'Red Rage' incident when Peroroncino changed Aura's dress into Shalltear's and put men's wear on Mare-'

'-yes I do, I think I saw something in the news back then about a seiyuu throwing her brother out of a 2nd story window. They had to call the police.'

'I thought it was funny.'

They could both see that the twins showed an unbound eagerness and excitement seen in all children. Their creator, a seiyuu of many animes and games had a lot of references in regards to designing a character, as such she had modeled the two in regards to her image of what an 'elder sister' should be like and then what a younger brother should be. Peroroncino, being the model for the idiotic and weak-willed younger brother albeit more docile was the characteristic of Mare. Additionally, their racial trait made them especially alluring being Elves and all. Their inherent classes, of a woodland druid, and a ranger, both complimenting each other on their skill as Aura can fight in close to mid-range, while her brother Mare can fight and cast magic from mid to long range.

Looking like children in their eyes, there was something oddly alluring about the twins. It was probably their inherent racial skills, being Dark Elves and all however, there was one thing that they did not fail to establish ever since seeing Mare with their own eyes.

As described by the great Admiral Ackbar of Mon Calamari, "It's a trap!"

Momonga looked at Sammael as he knelt in front of the twins and said, "I'm sure that your Creator would have love to see you moving about on your own-" he beckoned for the twins to come to him and embraced them both in his armored body, - oh if only she could see you and hold you both. So adorable!"

Both children blushed and looked very pleased at the same time. Their adoration for the Supreme Beings and faith was unwavering, but to be told by their exalted Masters that they would be loved by their creator was beyond euphoric.

[Message]

'Uhh, you okay over there Sammael-kun?'

'Have I ever told you how much I loved elves? Especially the dark ones?'

'Is this another fetish of yours?'

'Yep!'

'Oh dear God-'

'Worry not, it is not of the Peroroncino kind-'

The twins gushed at the attention of Sammael as they smiled and blushed some more in his powerful embrace. He rubbed his cheeks on their hair and felt their blood rush up to their cheeks. With one final squeeze he stood up and lets both of them go, ruffling both of their hair at the same time, feeling the strands of hair that was as smooth as silk. The twins faces showed they were both extremely pleased at the adoration of Master Sammael.

"Well then," Momonga cleared his throat and said, "We have visited you today, not just to see your welfare. But we would also like your help."

Aura immediately saluted, "Of course Momonga-sama, what would you require of us?"

"We will test our spells if it is still as potent as ever," he rubbed his bony chin as if in thought, "We need targets."

"What sort of targets would you want my Lords?"

"I believe we still have the straw targets before?" it was the Fallen who spoke next, "Didn't we have a surplus of those?"

"Ah, understood Momonga-sama, Sammael-sama!"

The eldest of the siblings turned and did a shrill whistle towards one of the arena entrance. Shadows moved in the darkness of the archway, but from there two huge monsters walked out. Massive reptilian bodies almost 3 meters tall and a mixture of both human dragon, like a demi-human dragon with sinews of corded muscles that act as their armor. Their faces were like dragons and their arms and legs were almost as thick as young trees. Though they possess no wings, they carried great axes and hammers on their backs, on their shoulders though are numerous straw targets as commanded by Aura. Moving and placing them in regular intervals, they finished placing the targets on the places indicated by both Sammael and Momonga as the dragon-like men moved hurriedly away.

Both Aura and Mare looked then at the Supreme Beings, their eyes filled with excitement and anticipation. Lord Sammael stepped back too and gestured to the targets at Momonga.

"Well, after you Guild Master."

"Umu," the Elder Lich felt no fear and stepped forwards, he raised and aimed the staff towards the straw targets. Concentrated on the spell he wants and called out, [Fireball]

A large ball of fire erupted from the tip of the pointed staff and hurled itself into the straw targets, it exploded with such fury and heat that it engulfed every single targets that was placed. It burned with such intensity that even the ground turned to ash, its overpowering heat was such that the dragon-men casts themselves in front of the twins and shielded them from most of the heat. Momonga huffed in awe, one trait of the staff that is that it significantly amplifies a magic caster's power. Certainly, that would explain the efficacy and potency of a simple Tier-1 spell

'That was impressive Momonga-kun!'

'You praise me too much- I'm just happy it worked!'

'Well, let me stretch my wings too then.'

He then stepped back into line as Sammael stepped forward and stretched his own limbs, it was weird having wings, a different sense of balance must be maintained since having an additional weight behind him seemed to screw his balance as he walked along. Good thing is that he could control the two wings as well as his two arms. Focusing on the remaining target he felt something coursing through his body, like a prickling sensation that seemed to course through his body. And then the words left his mouth-

[Light Cross]

A towering cross of light as high as 20 feet and that has a diameter of 15 feet engulfed the spot where his target stood. The white energy cross admittedly obliterated the target completely without trace, Aura and Mare stood further back shielded by their creatures from the blast while Momonga stood with his mouth open in shock.

[Message]

'What the hell was that?'

'I-I'm really sorry Momonga-kun, but damn- it was only Tier-3? Who could have thought it would be so- so spectacular!'

'Tier-3? Tier-3 you say? I thought we agreed only to use Tier-1 spells for testing our theory?'

'Did we agree on that?'

'So, now you have amnesia?'

'Well, considering the blast radius, its a good thing that I used only Tier-3- I was actually contemplating using [Grand Cross] for a moment there-'

'W-what? Grand Cross? Wasn't that a Tier-8 finisher spell? Isn't that what you used to fuse your shells for your weaponry?'

'U-huh.'

'Confound me to have you as a friend! Your going to destroy Nazarick by casting that spell inside here.'

Momonga sighed and shook his head in frustration, his friend could get too excited at times and if they are not careful, then the consequences could be very severe in this new world. However, it is good to know that they are able to at least cast spells, in the same casting time, and in the same manner that they did before. Though the effects seemed to varied somewhat, the higher the Tier, then the more destructive it will be. But how about Over Rank magic or Super-Tier ones? A Tier-10 could be catastrophic in this world, it could spell doom for this world even. And of course, there is the question of the channeling spells, what about the constraints on those?

"Let me try something Sammael-kun, step back for a minute."

The Fallen bowed in acknowledgement and stepped back, Momonga raised the Staff of Ainz Ooal Gown and aimed it at the burning targets. Power or rather magic coursed through his body as he casts, "[Summon: Primal Fire Elemental]"

Small fires that licked on the last of the burned straw targets began to whirl in place, it began as a small fiery tornado no bigger than a human child that erupted into something as large as a 2-story house. The whirling conflagration burned intensely with the heat from an unknown source, its power was beyond anything a human could hope to fight, its blaze threatened to burn even the stone steps of the arena and turned them to cinders. Momonga and Sammael looked in awe as they stared at the Fire Elemental that formed before their eyes. Its roar came not just from its mouth, but the sound of fire burning with such eternal rage and fury that it is a miracle to have contained such in a semi-sentient being. An armored humanoid object, with large claw-like arms and a crown of enormous fire horns. It floated on a platform of fire as its intense wave of fire began to sharply shape into form. As the storm of fire abated, a large hulking flame monstrosity stood before them. Its arms bulgy and spiky, accented by the gout of fire on each of its arms, its gaping maw breathing and spewing flames as well, it stood almost 20 feet tall and towered the twins even the Overlord and the Angel.

Momonga turned to the twins and noticed Aura's large twinkling eyes, "Do you wish to fight it?"

"Can I Momonga-sama?" she asked the Lich then turned towards the Fallen Angel her enthusiasm undulating from her in waves, "Sammael-sama?"

"Umu," the Lich was all to glad to oblige, "If you can handle it of course."

She grinned as Mare began to walk off to the side mumbling, 'I just remembered that I must do something-' a stiff gloved hand stopped him as he turned and saw his sister's twinkling eyes and dangerously sweet smile.

"Where do you think your going brother of mine?"

The tomboyish girl dragged her protesting brother towards the elemental as they engaged it. As the twins actively engaged the Elemental, the two Supreme Beings looked at each other and used [Message] once more.

'What do you think Sammael-kun?'

'I think they're both cute and adorable.'

'W-what?'

'I think the twins are adorable,' the Fallen smiled and continued, '-and it is exciting to see that they have a mind of their own. Perfectly conditioned and loyal, child soldiers both powerful and knows how to use their physical and magical prowess. Their mindset is phenomenal.'

'I see what you mean, a Primal Elemental is no walk in the park. It can damage us if we are not careful... but the both of them have perfect synergy.'

'Indeed, their movements complement each other- the lights in their eyes were not those of an automaton. They are alive Momonga-kun.'

'Like humans?'

'I said alive, though they reflect human emotions and thinking they still have the capacity to fall trap to limitations of humanity.'

'You mean our inescapable fate to destroy ourselves?' Momonga sighed at that, 'Flawed castings from an already flawed mold.'

Sammael looked at him and shrugged, 'Maybe yes, maybe no... only time will tell Momonga-kun.'

'Indeed.'

'-and judging from our character's race, being an Angel and you a Lich. We have an eternity to find out if the answer is as such.'

Momonga had no answer to that, his friend's assumption was right. They were immortal races, but would they succumb to their natural kind. Only time will tell these things. Though their analysis of the denizens of Nazarick that they have interacted with are all positive. Each and everyone of them are intelligent beings who could think on their own. Breathe, think and move on their own, but it would folly to think that they are all flawless in their make, for their own makers, the other members of Ainz Ooal Gown were indubitably human, thus flawed in their own ways.

'Sammael-kun.'

'Yes?'

'Since we can use our abilities here, do you not think that we should be able to use our other items too?'

'You mean our inventory?' Sammael rubbed his chin thoughtfully, 'Your right... hmm, let me try something-'

The Fallen concentrated and reached upwards as if trying to grasp into thin air, but his hands vanished into an opened dimensional gate. It was only as big as his arm and he seemed to grasp for anything inside, he closed his eyes and focused on the object he wanted to hold and suddenly felt the object that he wished to be on his hands. Grasping it tightly he pulled it out of the dimension and it finally saw the light of day after many years hidden away. Momonga's jaw bone almost dropped as he beheld a World Item in Sammael's hand.

'Sammael, I thought you surrendered ALL the World Items?'

'I certainly did. All those under the named 20 were given back, except those that can be used as weapons like this one. I could use this in battle or something, so I kept it for now.'

Momonga sighed exasperated, leave it to someone like him to be especially paranoid, 'Alright, so what do you have there? No, wait- let me.'

[All Appraisal Magic Item]

The stats of the item and its name flooded into his mind as he rubbed his bony chin, 'I see, the Spear of the Seas, or commonly known as, Poseidon's Trident- hmm, Earth Upheaval Overrank Magic! Eh? Storm Caller!? Immunity to Lightning, Wind, and Water... this is quite the powerful item Sammael-kun. How many characters did you kill to get this?'

Sammael seemed to grin at that question, 'The loss of the whole Pirate Lords Guild.'

"I see."

They finally turned their eyes as the gigantic Primal Fire Elemental vanished slowly, its fire dissipating, like a candle reaching the end of its wick. The blazing heat it once emanated and once left in its wake began to cool off. Momonga sensed that the monster's consciousness slowly eroding from his mind, like a smoke on the face of a soft wind.

"Both of you worked splendidly..."

"Thank you my Lords!" Aura wiped the sweat from her forehead, "It is invigorating to work so hard after some time!"

Mare's ears drooped as he approached them panting, "Thank you M-my Lords... and thank heavens its over..."

The Supreme Beings looked at the twins as they tried catching their breaths, just like a normal person they were panting, their foreheads glistened with sweat and the heat from their bodies could be felt by the two. Sammael, seeing that they were tired did just what Momonga was actually gearing to do and plunged his hands into his inventory. He quickly withdrew a magic item that made the Elder Lich tilt his head.

"Is that Endless Water?"

"Yes," the Fallen sighed, "My favorite twins seemed tired after their exercise after all."

The Guild Master let out an amused sound and instead took out two ornate glasses of high quality crystal, the Angel poured the water to the waiting glasses and turned to the twins.

"Come you two, have a drink..."

The twins noticeably blushed and the tip of their ears reddened, "My Lords... this is not good Momonga-sama, Sammael-sama..."

Mare nodded vigorously, his hair glistened with sweat, "I-I can make water my Lords... please don't pour water for us."

"Nonsense, we appreciate you... and it brings us-" Sammael looked at Momonga meaningfully and smiled, "-joy, in seeing our creations working so hard for Nazarick. We shall never forget your sacrifices."

"Ehh?"

"Huh? Sacrifices?"

"Think nothing of it," Sammael smiled, "Come, drink."

Aura and Mare blushed further and reluctantly took the offered glasses with a bow. The Supreme Beings looked on as they both drank their glasses of water differently.

Aura drank hers like a thirsty sailor would drink rum, without any preamble she downed the cool water with great gusto. The gushing water spilling a few droplets on the corners of her mouth. Dripping a bit down to her neck and wetting the edges of her vest. Her brother on the other hand held the glasses carefully with both hands and slowly drank it properly. They were such a contrast with each other that their differences were quite palpable.

"AH! THAT HIT THE SPOT!"

*burp* "Thank the Gods."

"More?" Sammael offered.

"Oh! I have had enough my Lord Sammael, thank you!"

"I-I have also had my fill... m-my Lord."

Aura and Mare returned their glasses to Momonga as both Supreme Beings tidied their things. As the twins stared up at the two of them, Sammael kneeled in front of them and began wiping their soot-covered face with a pristine white handkerchief.

"M-my Lord Sammael..."

"Hush children! There should not be any excuses, you both must always look presentable and well-dressed. I mean, what would Bukubukuchagama say to me if I do not keep her children in check."

He gently dabbed each twin in the cheek as he wiped their semi-dirty faces, they looked so pleased with themselves that Aura actually asked, "P-perhaps we are the only one you are nice to My Lord?"

"Perhaps. But it seems you two are one of my... favorites," he truly derived pleasure in taking care of them, not that he did not know why. Perhaps the library of Nazarick has answers- he will need to speak with Momonga about this later.

This statement earned another wide grin from Aura and Mare blushing to the tips of their elven ears while Momonga looked on. He was still making the twins both presentable when suddenly a disemboweled voice radiated from a shimmering spot a few paces away.

"Oh! Am I perhaps the first one to arrive?"

A shimmering portal opened in front of them and a person standing 4ft 5in tall stepped out of the opened [Gate]. She was wearing a blood red ball gown that was reminiscent of the Victorian-era dresses. A frilled red blood bonnet covered her head with a large ribbon trimmed red and black, her long silver hair reached past her lower back as it glimmered in the soft light. The sleeves of the dress covered up to the wrist and it too had soft frills, her skin was so pale it seemed to glow and reflect the low light. As if her skin glowed like the light of the moon.

She was stunningly beautiful, with a small face that perfectly framed her petite body.

Her silver hair was tied up in a ponytail that descended on the right side of her head, looking like a young girl of 14 or 15 years of age. Her youthful appearance and charm, together with her innocent gaze and inherent cuteness showed such vulnerability that it does not fail to charm even the most stalwart of men. Her breast accentuated her figure, with her petite frame and large bust, she flaunted her assets in a manner not befitting her age.

"So, you casually use [Gate] inside Nazarick? And had the gall to actually teleport into my level?" Aura's voice was dripping with poison and a dark shadow seemed to cross her face, "You should have worked your way here on foot Shalltear."

The pointed voice came from the small child in Sammael's arms as the previous image of an adorable puppy seemed out of place. Instead, such spite and loathing was bleeding off Aura as she looked at the newcomer. Her cold words were not lost on the Supreme Beings as the Fallen Angel gently puts his hands on Aura's shoulder and gently pats it to calm her down. Her brother Mare stepped back a bit as the rising hostility of his sister started to pour out of her.

The newly arrived Shalltear made a beeline towards Momonga and completely ignored her, as she approached them, both Supreme Beings could smell a somewhat alluring perfume on their nostrils. Momonga wondered at that, isn't he undead? Why was he able to smell both Shalltear and Albedo, the scent of vegetation, even the smell of ashes didn't escape him.

His reverie was broken when Aura's pointed voice rang out, "Shalltear, don't tell me your trying to allure Momonga-sama with your odious rotting scent?"

"Such a tactless child! Momonga-sama is the same as me!"

"Did your brain began to rot already? Momonga-sama is definitely different from you."

"In what way?" Shalltear countered sharply, "In what way... exactly?"

"He's an Overlord Skeleton! He doesn't need to rot of course."

Realization dawned on Shalltear and Mare as they nod their heads thoughtfully, the two Supreme Beings looked at each other and felt their connection link together again.

'In her defense, that's the simplest explanation I have heard.'

'Really? That's her reasoning?'

'She makes a sound argument Momonga-san.'

'You only go with Aura because you 'love Dark Elves'.'

'Shut up,' Sammael scoffed.

As they bickered internally, Shalltear made his way towards him and attempted to hug Momonga. But her short stature and the towering height of the Elder Lich made a height difference that was quite comical to look at. She managed to clasp her hands on his shoulders and dangled as the Elder Lich straightened a bit to his full height. Her carmine lips and alluring gaze will absorb any lesser men to their depths, but her youth itself knocked a few notches from the overall seductiveness.

"Ah, Momonga-sama... my beloved and the only one that I cannot rule..."

'Sammael...'

'Yes?'

'A little help?'

'You handled Albedo fine, you should be able to handle a lolicon character like her. Considering her creator was a lover of H-games through and through... its no wonder she turned out that way.'

Momonga decided to stand his ground as Shalltear held onto him, a low growl escaped from the dark elf in Sammael's arms as she softly said in Shalltear's direction.

"Fake boobs."

He could literally feel Shalltear shaking in anger as she released her hold on him and landed softly on her feet. She stomped towards the grinning Dark Elf who also freed herself from the arms of the Fallen Angel.

"W-what the hell are you talking about-!"

'Aha, and the walls of her heart comes tumbling down,' Sammael thought as he gazed at the bickering females.

"Its so obvious, you used [Gate] to avoid shaking all that padding you put insi-"

Shalltear grabbed her chest and blushed, "Uh- uwah- t-that's not true!"

"Obvious lie," Aura grinned evilly at her enemy's withering resolve, "How many packs of padding did you put in there? I bet it shifts while you run and- oh, I see, so that's the truly the real reason you used [Gate]."

The vampire grits her teeth and shakes her hands angrily, "Shut up shorty! It's not like you have your own over there!?"

"But I'm only 76? Plenty of time to grow up and have a great figure to boot, unlike an undead that doesn't grow old- no future to improve on your bust, you will never attain that bust whatever you try."

Shalltear moaned in frustration and defeat, she looked harried as Aura smiled a little darker.

"... to think your quite satisfied with that size- absolutely no class."

Sammael and Momonga could actually hear something snap nearby.

"You damn shorty!" Shalltear's aura began spilling out from behind her as Aura's eyes began to glow, "I'll murder you-!"

The Supreme Beings were rooted on the spot as they felt that the two girls would come to blows, even Mare stepped behind Sammael as they began to step forward each other. Their weapons being deployed, with Aura untying her whip as a black miasma covered Shalltear's arms. They looked like their creators, since Bukubukuchagama and Peroroncino, Shalltear's creator, were siblings.

"What. A. Ruckus!"

Heavy footfalls could be heard as a large heteromorphic creature strode forth from the entrance, stand a good two and half meters tall and resembling an insect standing on its two feet. It looked like an ant with the head of a praying mantis. Its frozen spiky tail swished behind him, while two large icicles protruded from his back. Its mandibles were truly massive and could easily sever an appendage in a single bite as the ever present cold aura persisted in its immediate vicinity.

It carried a large platinum halberd that does not look like it can be lifted by any man in its many arms. A terrifying visage of an extremely cold death, the 'Ruler of the Frozen Plains', Guardian of the 5th Floor of Nazarick, Cocytus.

Impatiently he slammed the blunt end of his halberd into the ground and a freezing spell spreads further from it.

"Both. Of. You. Rein. In. Your. Senses. The. Supreme. Beings. Are. Right. In. Front. Of. You."

Chastised, they were about to relaunch their tirades against each other as Momonga felt the time is right to intervene, "Shalltear, Aura. That is enough."

They both visibly shook from their heads to their toes and quickly bowed their heads, "Please accept our apologies."

Momonga and Sammael shifted their heads a little to show their acceptance, they both turned towards the new comer as the Angel smiled, "Cocytus, you have come too."

"I. Came. Immediately. My. Lords. After. Receiving. The. Call. Of. Meeting."

"It must be very boring after having no enemies as of late right?"

"It. Is. As. You. Say. Lord. Sammael. Peace. Dulls. My. Blades."

The Fallen smiled and rubbed his sword hilt, "Don't worry old boy, I shall spar with you one of this days. No magic, no nothing, just pure skill."

Cocytus's mandibles clicked excitedly as he bowed as far as his bulky body would go, "Tis. An. Honor. To. Receive. Such. A. Gaze. From. A. Supreme. Being."

Momonga gave a small laugh and turned to the two approaching shadows from afar, he might have turned into a skeleton now, but he found out that his senses were heightened beyond human proportions. He could see, smell, and hear far better than he was. Maybe it was a racial trait, who knows, the list of things they need to discuss on their own is getting longer it seems. Albedo and another man was walking together as they made their way towards the gathered Guardians.

The man graciously bowed at the Supreme Beings and said, "Forgive me my Lords for my tardiness."

He was a tall and fit looking man, dark skinned and with oriental features with round glasses. His black hair was combed back and his Western business suit looked good on him. His impeccable attire and good looks belie the evil truth about him, for a silvery tail trailed behind him.

Demiurge was his name, and he was given to rule over the 'Blazing Inferno' the 7th Floor of Nazarick. His creator Ulbert Alain Odle, a Walking Disaster in Yggdrasil. His eyes that was hidden behind his glasses were actually rough diamonds that had multiple cuts that confused anyone who would gaze upon them. He looked around and seemed to be mentally counting the Guardians.

"Momonga-sama, we seem to be lacking people, were they not summoned?" his voice were like pealing bells on a hilltop, a passive skill that he could use, [Command Mantra], an especially useful skill for those that posses lower levels or simply weak-minded puppets who follow his every word like a whim. But, this skill was completely useless to all present, if they were to hear his voice they would only say that Demiurge voice sounded beautifully and with great eloquence.

"There is no need to call them, Victim and Gargantua are not necessary for this. Yet, Albedo will inform them of whatever we shall be discussing to them later."

"Understood my Lords."

Albedo stepped to the side and presented the gathered Guardians and called over to them.

"Then, let us pledge our loyalty to the Supreme Beings."

Before Momonga could interdict, Sammael looked at him knowingly and allowed the Guardians to line up in front of them and stood straight. Shalltear stepped first forward and said, "Shalltear Bloodfallen, Guardian of the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Floor, presents herself to her Masters."

She knelt in front of the two of them and bowed her head, her one hand pressed on her bouncy chest and the other on the side lifting her skirt slightly so as not to step on the edges of her dress. She looked like a Victorian-era maiden greeting a monarch among her peers.

Cocytus stepped forward next and declared in a strong voice, "Cocytus. Guardian. Of. The. 5th. Floor. Presents. Himself. To. His. Masters."

Much like what Shalltear did, he also bowed deeply, bending his knees, and keeping his weapon at the ready. The twins stepped forward and Sammael's wings shifted upwards a little bit.

"Guardians of the 6th Floor, Aura Bella Fiora-"

"-and M-mare Bello Fiore present ourselves to the Masters."

As the twins finished their bows, the demon-like Demiurge followed and stepped forward in a dignified manner. Like a lawyer or a politician would carry himself, "The Guardian of the 7th Floor, Demiurge, presents himself to the Masters."

Following his 'charmed' words, he descended on one knee and bowed deeply.

Albedo also bowed her head and said, "Albedo, Guardian Overseer presents herself to her Masters."

"With the exception of the 4th and 8th Floor Guardians, all the Floor Guardians are gathered before you. We give our undying fealty to our Lord and Masters."

Sammael and Momonga stayed silent as their myriad emotions played within them, then suddenly a pressure of immense proportion seemed to bow the Guardians even more as the Supreme Beings stood even straight. The Overlord's body exuding a fearsome aura while Sammael's aura exploded and cowed the gathered NPCs even more. They were both silent, not for the impressive display of loyalty, rather from the loss of thought because of the sincerest gesture that they have seen.

'S-Sammael-kun, w-what the hell do we do now?'

'They are so loyal... not even soldiers are capable of, wait-"

'Got any idea on what we should do?'

'Wait.'

'Now what?'

'I shall prove their loyalty...'

Sammael stepped forward and beckoned Demiurge to approach him, the demon stood up and approached the Supreme Being. The Fallen raised his hand and looked at him in the eye and said,

"Guardians, your brethren shall prove your loyalty today by giving me his arm."

Not one of the gathered throng flinched at the order as the demon merely smiled and bowed deeply, "If that is what my Lord requires," replied Demiurge and promptly ripped his left arm off using his right and presenting it solemnly to the Supreme Being. His black blood spilling and drenching the arena floor. Although he should be in obvious pain, he did not flinch nor cry out, he simply smiled and tried to bear it.

Momonga was horrified at the viciousness in front of him, but as soon as the NPC hands his arm to the Supreme Being and before he could cry out in alarm, the Fallen Angel spreads his wings wide and engulfed Demiurge in his embrace. Covering them both with his wings, the Guardians and Momonga looked on as they heard the Fallen Angel muttered an Overrank Spell.

[Chronos]

Demiurge was suddenly wrapped in a blue sphere of energy, his severed arm floating where he pulled it out. All of the Guardians and Momonga could see his body being healed, bones and ligaments reattaching themselves and even his sinewy muscles mending themselves as his diamond eyes are glazed over and unseeing. As the light faded, they could see Demiurge with his appendage complete and his eyes opening.

His gaze met the Supreme Being Sammael standing in front of him, the Angel cups the NPC's head in his 2 hands and puts Demiurge's forehead into his own and muttered.

"By my power you are restored Demiurge," their heads separated and he made the demon approach the Guardians, "Thus, you, son of Ulbert Alain Odle, have proven all to those present the fealty and worth of the Guardians, which is in our eyes are simply nothing short but exceptional. Now return to your comrades and bask in their adoration of your devotion and willing sacrifice."

Looking very pleased with himself, and glowing with pride, he returned to the line of Guardians and bowed again. The oppressive aura seemed to affect Demiurge a little less as his expression gushed forth joy and overwhelming happiness.

It is in this setting that Sebas finally stepped from the shadows with the Pleiades Battle Maids in tow. The maids stopped at a respectable distance, obviously afraid to cross a hidden threshold they have with the Supreme Beings.

"Sammael-sama, I know we pale in comparison to the Supreme Beings, because we are merely your creations."

Albedo bowed respectfully, but spoke earnestly at the Fallen Angel, "In comparison to your achievements magnanimous Lords, we can never compare. As Warmaster of Ainz Ooal Gown, to fight day after day to secure the future of Nazarick, truly I cannot even see the scenes on your fight with the other Gods. But the Supreme Beings will only need to give the order, and we- the Guardians will throw ourselves to any task that has been set before us. We will grind ourselves to dust just to fulfill our mission and we swear to the every fiber of our being to be an honor to the memory of our creators."

Sammael stood forward and raised his hand, "I can see that the ideals of our comrades lie deep in your souls and engraved in your blackened hearts. I know, myself and Lord Momonga may seem difficult and truly unfathomable in your eyes. But you must understand Guardians, even Gods make mistakes and only the bonds that have bounded us together can help us survive this trying situation."

"Bonds? Sammael-sama? Are we not your servants?"

Momonga gave a dark chuckle as he turned to Albedo, "This bond transcends those of Master and Servant, it is the bond of family, you may not be aware of it yet, but in due time this lesson will all be imparted into you."

"As you wish my Lords."

"Now then, Nazarick has been caught in an extra-ordinary situation upon which I and Momonga-san have no memory of," Sammael turned to Sebas and beckoned him to approach, "Sebas, tell us of the situation from above. What did you see?"

"Yes my Lord, we carried out the orders of Lord Sammael to the best of our abilities and began to scout the area around Nazarick. We are surrounded by a grassy plain in each direction, there are no monsters detected nor humans in this place."

Sammael contemplated the information given to him, "Are there any other things that you saw?"

"Aside from small creatures littering the ground, I see not one man-made structure in sight."

"You said small creatures littered the ground, were they monsters perhaps?"

"They were rabbits my lord, a couple voles and some squirrels in a nearby forest."

The Fallen Angel rubbed his chin, "They're not monsters? Describe them to me Sebas."

"Small, not a sliver of any combat prowess-" Sebas cleared his throat and said in his deadpan voice, "-soft and fluffy."

Momonga and Sammael almost smiled at his expressionless face as he said 'soft and fluffy'. The Angel cleared his throat to remove the tension and asked, "How about the plain that you saw? Anything remarkable about it?"

"I only saw simple grass, unremarkable and colored green. Suitable for cows I suppose."

This stopped both Supreme Beings again, Sebas was designed by Touch Me Not, a stoic and level-headed guardian. But what's with the random words?

"I see."

Sammael stepped back towards Momonga and looked at him intensely.

[Message]

'We may have reached a world that is outside of Yggdrasil Sammael-kun.'

'Hmm, it seems apparent... we should alert the whole tomb for any counter-attack.'

'Counter-attack? Does it seem prudent to have the Guardians on standby?'

'Guardians? Heavens no! I shall call my soldiers.'

'You mean the Heavenly Host?'

'Yes, if I remember correctly they were deemed Guardians to guard and defend the tomb. My soldiers were made to attack. Also, it seems message apparently works over distances so-'

Sammael stepped back from Momonga as the Guardians kept silent and observed their Lord as he muttered in the air, 'Azrael, come to me.'

A shimmering portal opened above their heads, a mixture of numerous rainbow colors bounced around the borders of the portal as a shining angel began to descend from within. Unlike Sammael that have only one pair of inverted wings, the coming Angel had 4, he was covered in a white toga although his plate armor dispelled all notions of softness or weakness, the borders of the armor looked like the white from bones and a glowing gilded arc was perched on his shoulders and showed ancient Latin text of supplication and healing. His head was gilded in a glowing halo while his eyes glowed a bluish white light, he carried numerous scrolls and glowing runes adorned his individually feathered wings, a large jewel suspended in a silvery gold necklace hung on his neck that glittered every time he would move. Landing softly in front of the Supreme Beings, he banged his breastplate and bowed low.

"I present myself, Azrael, the Helper of God and Angel of Death, to the Overlord of the Supreme Beings Momonga-sama-" he bowed in acknowledgement and then turned to Sammael, "-and to my Creator and Warmaster Sammael-sama."

His voice was powerful and it carried the same enchantment as Demiurge's voice. He knelt in front of them, like a grand scholar or wiseman would address his liege. His two knees bended before them, and one hand on the floor, his head bowed looking at the ground towards the feet of the Supreme Beings.

"Rise Azrael, for I must be brief," immediately he stood up, his hand clutching a scroll and summoning a pen, "Alert the Heavenly Host for a sudden enemy attack that may come, in any case, we may need to counter-attack quickly so prepare for that. Also if I remember correctly your other brethren are in hibernation right now. It is not necessary to wake them all, especially Zeruel, do not wake the 1st up to the 4th for they are not needed yet and I fear without anything to distract them they might do something foolish."

"Understood my Lord."

"Now, hear me well 'Helper of God', prepare the Skybarge for a counter-attack. Begin the awakening phase of the first elements of the Golden Army, input code DefCon:Bravo. Standby at the ship for me- you may go."

Azrael was instantly clothed in a bright light and shot out of the portal that remained opened after his arrival. The Fallen Angel watched as the portal closed and turned to Momonga. He nods his head signaling that he was done ensuring the offensive capabilities of Nazarick, the Elder Lich turned to the gathered Guardians and raised his bony hand.

"Guardians, increase the alert level of all levels by one level. We will now consider ourselves in a defensive state, all intruders that we encounter will not be slain, rather they must be captured alive at all cost. We need information Guardians, and these intruders if there are, will be the ones who will provide it."

All kneeling Guardians nod their heads in unison.

"Demiurge, from what I remember you are the Defense Commander of Nazarick in case of an invasion is that correct?"

The demon beamed, "Correct as always my Lord."

"Umu. Albedo, as Guardian Overseer I want you to partner with Demiurge on a comprehensive defensive plan for Nazarick itself. There is no need to include Sammael's Angels for they are responsible for something else entirely."

"Understood my Lord, shall we include the other Floors as well? Including your domain?"

Momonga shook his head, "The 8th Floor is managed by Victim, he must not be disturbed as much as possible. Also, let it be known that the 8th Floor is forbidden to all. Only with our express permission will anyone be allowed to disturb the 8th Floor."

"What about the 9th and 10th Floor my Lord?"

Momonga contemplated for a moment, "Assign guards as you see fit, I trust you will make it so it will not hamper the denizens of the 9th and 10th Floors?"

"Of course my Lord, though there is the issue of the teleportation matrix from the 7th Floor to the 9th Floor since it is effectively blocked from all entrance."

"Then I shall release the seal on redirecting the matrix, make it so later Demiurge, Albedo."

"As you command," the Overseer and Defense Commander nods their heads in unison.

"Next is the static defense of Nazarick," Momonga turned towards the twin elves and beckoned them to rise, "Aura, Mare any ideas? Illusions will not cut it plus it can be dispelled and thinking about the maintenance in MP."

The twins looked at each other, afterwards Mare quipped, "We could cover the walls in mud or soil then add plants as camouflage."

"Do you intend to soil our walls with dirt?" Albedo's voice held so much contempt that the sweetness seemed lost in the language. The little dark elf trembled, they didn't move and held their tongues, their body language suggesting an agreement to Albedo's words.

In contrast, Sammael and Momonga felt the Overseer was too much. They were asking for suggestions and one feasible idea came up and it got immediately stamped.

"You will not speak again Albedo, unless you are addressed," Sammael's voice dripped with menace, an oppressive aura exploding from his being, "We are all looking for suggestions on how better to protect Nazarick, I do not hear you uttering anything of significance to the things we require."

The succubus head bowed down as low as she could go, her body was trembling in fear. There was much malice in the voice of the Supreme Being that the other guardians flinched and imperceptibly stepped back. Her body shook harder as Momonga also stood forward and gave a tired sigh.

"This displeases me, we are in a state of emergency. If we required you to speak in earnest then do so, if we wish to hear your words to partake in your ideas then we would do so. Does the Guardians think so little of their peers that every utterance they seem to take is not noticed by both Momonga-san and me."

He gestured with his hand and swept it across in the air, "Are our views of your thoughts so insignificant that you would not let us hear it? How little you value us!"

The other Guardians' faces looked stricken as they bowed, feeling that they must say something, they were beaten to it by Albedo herself.

"Please forgive me Lord Sammael, I-it is not my place to hamper your views. Please rescind your wrath against us."

"I am not wrathful Albedo," the Fallen Angel continued, "But I hope you will all learn that such blind devotion is much stronger if you share it with others. Now, Mare continue with what you were saying."

"Y-yes Sammael-sama... so I can try and conceal the walls using dirt to mask the appearance to those who would look at it from afar."

The Angel rubbed his chin and turned to the other Guardians, "Any ideas to improve on Mare's suggestion?"

One by one the Guardians began making addendum to what the dark elf said, the Supreme Beings tuned them out a bit as a familiar spell pricked on his mind.

[Message]

'What do you think Momonga?'

'I think you were too hard on them-'

'-and I think she was too hard on Mare.'

'Aha... you shouldn't be too hard on them.'

'I know, but it would be quite troublesome if this will become Albedo's reaction especially if we seek peace with the denizens of this world.'

'Hah, to think you would be considering peace, the Warmaster of Nazarick.'

'That is why we have ambassadors, besides... its not like we can't be civilized and talk things through.'

'You are right, but I am still unsure of their thoughts of us. Call me paranoid, but this whole situation is the perfect paranoia.'

'No worries Guildmaster, I'll ease your doubts-'

Sammael raised his hand and the Guardians stopped talking at once, Demiurge and Cocytus looked on as the Supreme Beings gestured for the two of them. "Demiurge, Cocytus, I am in favor of the suggestion of you both."

The bug warrior bowed deeply, "Tis. An. Honor. For. My. Words. To. Be. Considered."

"Both your words have merits alone, but imagine if both ideas are combined-" the Angel began to describe a series of earthen walls and false hills concealing the Great Tomb of Nazarick in the middle, stationed in the walls are low-level undead warriors that generally spawn in the mouth of the Tomb itself. From above it could be seen quite easily, that is solved by having Cocytus deploy the characteristics of his frozen floor. The mist and fog of the cold would mask the shape and size of the Tomb's entrance and would keep it from scrutiny. With the walls as high as the roof of Nazarick, and the surrounding area also having similar hills as decoy, it was the perfect camouflage, plus in case someone did try to attack them he would task Mare to construct an earthen star fort that would encompass the Tomb entrance in the middle. As Sammael describe the traps and deadly flora and fauna they would deploy, Demiurge's smile kept getting wider and wider, and Cocytus kept clicking his mandibles in joy, truly the militaristic nature of the Warmaster was overwhelming some of his innovations they could not even began to replicate.

Plus, the defensive structures he described called 'bunkers' was entirely new on their minds. He said he would give them books to better describe them and how to build them. Truly, only a Supreme Being can grant them a menagerie of task that will play to all their strengths at once.

Albedo and Demiurge would take care of the administrative, communication and over-all defense of the Tomb proper.

Aura, Mare and Cocytus would design and build the fortifications outside and prepare the static and dynamic defenses including the so-called 'bunkers' designed by the Supreme Beings.

Shalltear temporarily monitor the tomb's communication and portal needs.

"Momonga-san has something to say," the Fallen Angel declared and stepped back.

"Guardians, I am pleased to see you are all so eager to obey our commands. You are dismissed for now, everyone take a break before doing your orders. This is a trying time for us, be vigilant everyone."

All of the Guardians stood as one and nodded in agreement, Sammael was beginning to walk off when Momonga raised his hand again, "I have one final question for the Guardians. Beginning with the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Floor Guardian Shalltear- what are we to you?"

"You Momonga-sama is the true embodiment of beauty, your white body encompasses all the virtuous elements of the perfect undead. Lord Sammael, on the other hand is the mightiest of the Supreme Beings, his powers in slaughtering many other Supreme Beings and Gods are truly mythical.

There were no hesitations on her voice, merely unbridled adoration. It was unnerving and comforting at the same time.

"- how about you Cocytus?"

"A. Being. Of. Absolute. Power. And. Ruler. Of. The. Tomb. Of Nazarick. That. Is. Momonga-sama. Sammael-sama. Who. Slaughtered. Countless. Other. Gods. That. Can. Only. Be. Matched. By. My. Own. Creators. Feats. And. Strength. And. Deserving. Of. The. Title. Warmaster. of. Nazarick."

Sammael smiled a bit and turned to the twins.

"-how about you Aura? Mare?"

"Momonga-sama is a magnanimous Lord, both gracious and fortuitous, Sammael-sama is a very kind Lord, Kind and vicious which is good I think."

"M-momonga-sama is a powerful and good Lord, while Sammael-sama is also very kind and quite- quite nice."

"-Demiurge?"

"Momonga-sama is a most wise leader, an Architect of Fate with great foresight and unfathomable wisdom. Sammael-sama on the other hand is ONE of the mightiest Supreme Being, his exploits are known to us and his sacrifice, the heavy handed Lord of Blood and Destruction."

"-Sebas?"

"Momonga-sama and Sammael-sama are both truly merciful leaders who did not abandon us, even though our other Creators have left, you both deemed us worthy and stayed for us. If I may be so bold in saying."

"-Albedo?"

"Momonga-sama is the Supreme Being who rules over all, our most revered and exalted master, and beloved dear to my heart. Sammael-sama is a true friend to my beloved and has shown great kindness, mercy and leniency to a foolish child such as I."

The Supreme Beings kept silent until finally the Elder Lich stepped forward and declared, "We have heard and understand your declarations to us. You shall be held responsible now for the embodiment of our lost comrades to this world. I trust you will take great care not to disappoint."

The Guardians bowed low once more as the Supreme Beings looked at each other and then teleported away.

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Throne Room of Nazarick

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The two Supreme Beings materialized in a blink of an eye as the instant they thought of the spell they were taken away immediately. Dismissing even their unseen guards, the 8 blades assassins, Momonga made his way to the Throne and sat down with a sigh.

"I need to lie down, I just- I just need to lie down a bit-" Sammael proceeded to do just that and laid down on the carpeted floor, "I can't lie down! There's something poking me on my back its just- oh! never mind then."

Shifting his wings to get comfortable he closed his glowing blue eyes and said to no one in particular, "What the fuck are we doing here?"

Momonga sighed, "I am suddenly so tired... mentally of course. Why is it that they looked at us wish such adoration? It's not like we made them literally?"

"To their eyes we made them, in all aspects of being- the settings left by our comrades had been integrated and made fantasy into reality. Now this might seemed so absurd, but anything is possible I suppose."

"Is there no other rational explanation to this bizarre situation?"

"Our current bodily constitution is already bizarre, I mean look at you for example Momonga-san, what do you feel right now? Hungry? Thirsty? Any feeling of touch left?" Sammael counted off one by one and punctuated by raising his hand and gesturing with his fingers, "There is no way that a human body can function with just pearly white bones. I mean, you can talk without a vocal chord, you can move your... umm, bones I suppose without muscles or ligaments to hold it together, you don't even have skin and yet you can touch others."

"Yes, its really bizarre," Momonga rubbed his two fingers together, "It feels like when you have a glove over your hand? And you touch something... I mean I can feel it, but not in its entirety... I really can't describe it in full."

The Angel sat up and wiggled his wings up and down, "And having wings is kind of weird."

"But you are really something Sammael-kun."

"Why is that?"

The Lich shrugged his shoulders, "Well, considering this is the first time that we saw them, I am quite surprised that you know how to handle the Guardians."

"I used to be a Naval Commander right? I suppose I can take care of a few people, in any case, the Guardians all seemed to be loyal to the hilt."

"But I can't help feel that we are missing something- we can see they are loyal, but how about in the future? Can we still guarantee that?"

"That is the future your talking about Momonga-san... there is no proven way to predict it."

"I suppose."

Sammael sighed and stood up. Dusting himself off he turned to Momonga and said, "So, ready to deal with the Golden Army?"

"Let's go," and they both promptly vanished.

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Meanwhile

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The pressure they were feeling awhile ago suddenly vanished as the Supreme Beings teleports away. All the Guardians sighed in relief and the tense atmosphere dispelled almost immediately. Albedo stood up and patted down the dirt that stained her dress on the time she was kneeling so hard on the ground, the sheer pressure of the Supreme Beings aura managed to cow them into submission without even lifting a finger. She could not shake off the feeling of dread though when Lord Sammael singled her out due to her overzealous behavior.

I suppose the Fallen Lord realized that she really couldn't stop the way she reacted given that was the personality that her creator, Tabula Smaragdina had made her into. She sighed again and wiggled her wings, she looked at the other Guardians and cleared her throat, "How is everyone?"

"T-that was scary... right nee-chan?"

"Yeah! I thought I was gonna die!"

"The Supreme Being's presence is so overwhelming, I thought my shoulders would break," Demiurge's face visibly paled, "I couldn't even move my tail when Lord Sammael was angry. His anger is washing over us and- never thought a demon like me would be scared. "

"It. Is. To. Be. Expected. Lord. Sammael. Is. A. Warrior. And. They. Can. Only. Express. Themselves. As. Such. No. Use. Beating. Around. The. Bush. But. From. What. I. Know. He. Fought. Other. Guilds. To. Secure. The. Position. Of. Nazarick. That. Day."

"Indeed," Shalltear said as she dusted off her ball gown off from the dust, "I heard he and his War Host destroyed so many other Gods they displayed the Flag of the Gods they destroyed at the Throne Room."

"Truly?" Albedo's face creased in wonder, "When we were in the Throne Room, it was not there. Maybe Momonga-sama or Sammael-sama moved it."

"I suppose so," Demiurge straightened up and looks at Albedo, "Well then, shall we begin preparations on the task that was set before us."

The succubus nodded and stepped forward, "Very well, firstly-"

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Meanwhile

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Azrael the Helper of God stood on a large cathedral like room, he dutifully waited for the Supreme Beings arrival as the automatons carried on their work around him. He rushed to the other ships and began waking up the other Angelic generals, aside from waking up the Manufactora and their Techpriests, from the various Legio of semi-sentient Angels to their Principalities, and the Dominions, and the Seraphims, and the Praetorians. Now, the Supreme Ones orders were explicit.

Do not wake the whole legion, merely those that reside in the main Skybarge. He had also woken up 4 of the 8 creations, a title they bestowed among themselves counting down from the eldest to the youngest, well since he is the 8th, that would make him the youngest. Not that he loathed his station, rather he would be extremely relieved if his brothers would take their duties seriously, especially the first of the 4.

He sighed again as numerous heavy foot falls approached him.

"What is the matter Azrael?" a red armored warrior in red flaming armor trimmed in white asked, his hair was curly and his eyes blazed with the color of the sun, he was the 5th Creation Zadkiel, the Angel of Mercy, "Was our elder brothers hard on you again?"

"They are not awake yet-"

"-oh? Thanks heavens!" another one carrying a large staff in white and yellow armor followed Zadkiel, "Sometimes our elder brothers are too much they go overboard sometimes."

"Pull yourself together Baraqiel," the last of the three armored arrived, his armor was pure black and he had a folded scythe resting on his shoulders, "The Supreme Beings could be arriving any minute now. Your complaining will not endear us further to them."

"Greetings to you Brother Baraqiel the Angel of the Guards, and Brother Leliel the Angel of Hails."

Leliel waved him off, his all-black armor clanking in place, "Don't be too stiff... we are brothers are we not?

"Of course, yet respect must be given to where it is due."

"I suppose, still it seemed the Warmaster did not summon us all?"

They made their way towards the front courtyard of the cathedral, which is of course the main deck of the 'Stellarum Nex' , stretching almost 500 meters they saw row upon row of soldiers formed smartly and unmoving, their angelic wings shining as their banners and legion insignia flew into the artificial wind, gun batteries at the bow and the stern of the ship with smaller anti-aircraft weapon bristled its sides. The Angels sighed at the view, it was unnerving to see the ship that housed them and provided them the tools needed to carry out their mission.

To be the scourge of the enemies of Nazarick, to be its spear and cripple its enemies, to be the sword that destroys all.

"In any case, there was no definitive information yet about the enemy, nor was there a confirmed sighting of any enemy," Azrael quipped, "He deemed it not prudent to wake the others since they have a tendency to find trouble where clearly there are none."

"I can imagine waking Ramiel just to see the progress of a Guild siege, I suppose he would just begin to blast away everything."

An alarm suddenly called out to the four of them as a mass of energy began centering in the middle of the cathedral, the assembled throng of denizens and four Angels bowed as the Supreme Beings, Momonga Overlord and Ruler of all Nazarick, and their creator Sammael Warmaster of Nazarick stepped out.

"Ave Suprema Homines!"

"Ave Phaedra! Ave Imperator!"

The Supreme Beings looked at each others as the soldiers gathered before them numbered too many to simply count, their roaring voices of greeting and adoration shook their senses as they actually now felt the power that they technically have in their grasp.

[Message]

'Wow... bugger.'

'Sammael-kun?'

'Yes?'

'Is that Latin I hear?'

'Umm, yeah... I seemed to have set them up to use Latin as a greeting. Shit.'

'Is there no way to revert them to Nihonggo?'

'I am not sure. Bugger me.'

'You told me you know everything about this ship?'

'Give me a break, I haven't been here for a long time... give me some time and let me wing this shit.'

'Your breaking character-'

'-will you just be quiet!'

'Ugh!'

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To be continued
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(A/N: Re-written at last)

Sammael - my OC is an Angel, albeit a fallen one. I really like the idea of having Momonga, an administrative type have some form of right hand to act as his general and confidante instead of 'winging' it every time with Albedo and Demiurge. It looks like he got away from pretty much all his schemes due to his immense luck and some divine authority. Which probably turned out Ok I suppose.

Level: 100 Angel

Basic Angel racial traits

All physical weapon damage resistance (slashing, piercing, blunt weapons)
Ranged damage resistance (piercing, magic imbued)
Magic damage resistance
Light Vision
Critical hit dampen
Resistance to Holy/Light Damage
Resistance to Mind Control and negative status effect
Unholy Damage Weakness III
Negative Energy damage weakness III
Food, Drink, Sleep enabled but unnecessary

Empyrean Commander Bonus Abilities

Heavenly Commander's Protection: Resistance to all damage V, Immunity to Holy/Light Damage, Increased HP, MP stats. Immunity to all negative status. Increase HP, MP Regeneration. PROTECTION can be projected to current Party. Stackable with Aura.

Heavenly Commander's Might: Significant physical and magic damage increase, Double damage to Evil Creatures (low karma), Constant burn Damage to Evil creatures V (negative karma) in a wide radius, Increase Critical Damage to Evil Creatures (low karma) medium radius. MIGHT can be projected to current Party. Stackable with Aura.

Omnilingual: all languages usable/understandable

Battlefield Omniscience: battlefield perception that sees all, wide radius.

Summon High Tier Angels Seraphim/s - Cherubim/s (9/day): Sammael can summon a whole choir of Seraphims with their Cherubim escorts.

Summon Mid Tier Angels Throne/s - Dominion/s (20/day): Sammael can summon two choirs of Dominions and commanded by a Throne-ranked angel.

Summon Low Tier Angel (30/day): Sammael can summon a platoon of Archangel Flame led by their respective Principalities.

All Elemental Damage Immunity

Negative Status Immunity

High Tier Physical Invalidation III: Nullifies all low level physical attacks (below level 70).

High Tier Magic Invalidation III: Nullifies all low tier spells. (below level 8)

High Tier Damage Reflection III: All damage received receives a swift counterattack, with 50% chance of double damage. Unblockable.

Radiant Hand of Blessing: Empowers all those that has been touched, either physically or magically. Random chance, random efficacy.

Aura of Inspiration I: Emboldens all allies against fear, paralyze, blind, and sleep effect. Low increase in stats.

Aura of Bravery II: Disciplines all allies struck by fear, removes blindness, drives those that were paralyzed and awakens those who were sleeping. All negative status already applied is removed.

Aura of Light III: will cast Dazed status to all enemy without High Tier Status Effect Nullification or any low-tier resistance. Will Inspire allies against fear, paralyze, blind and sleep. Medium increase in stats. Chance to resurrect good karma characters (significant XP penalty) Banish all low-tier evil creature small radius.

Aura of Brilliance IV: will cast Blindness, a higher status of dazed. chance to cast Protection against Instant Death. Chance to resurrect low karma to good karma characters (small XP penalty). Banish all low-tier evil creature wide radius.

Aura of Sanctuary V: chance to resurrect negative to low karma characters (no XP penalty). Banish all mid-tier evil creature wide radius.

Servant of Heaven: chance to dominate and cleanse negative karma characters (-100 to 0 karma)

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Fallen Empyrean Bonus Abilities

Herald of Exterminatus: Cleanse all targets regardless of enemy or ally pings, very large AOE, friendly fire effect 75% of damage.

Hand of the Creator: combine Holy and Evil energies to create or destroy a target. Heals both Light and Dark creatures.

Ruler of Hell: transformation into a Demon Lord.

Lord of Chronos: Time manipulation. Allows Instant Spell Casting.

Aura of Genocide V: sacrifice half of HP for devastating damage to a large AOE, no MP cost. Slows and debilitates all surviving enemy for 5 minutes and prevent all positive effects and spells to take effect in the covered radius.

Word Manipulator: 'My name is Bond, James Bond...' charming beyond all recognition.

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Racial Levels

Archangel: 15

Seraphim Champion: 10

Empyrean Commander: 10

Fallen Empyrean: 5

Job Level

Champion of Light: 10

Sword of God: 10

Life Giver: 10

Blind Judge: 5

Black Hand: 5

Etc: 20