Heaven or Hell

by Scarabeye3000

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

9. The State

Disclaimer: Still not mine, nor yours.

Title: Heaven or Hell

Chapter 9 - The State

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E-Rantel

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The Mayor of E-Rantel and the respective Guild Master of the Adventurer's and Mage's Guild sat in front of two heavily bandaged individuals. The person in question had long flowing black hair and can only be described as having an androgynous face stared back at them with no fear in his eyes, the blonde haired man who sat beside him also sported numerous wounds and bandages as they met with the leaders of this Fortress City. As the representative of the Crown, Mayor Panasolei sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"Well let's get it out of the bag, may we have an explanation on why the famed Black Scripture of the Slane Theocracy is found wounded and very much weakened within our borders?"

The man with the blonde hair, named One-Man Army, bowed respectfully and said, "Forgive our trespass, but we are heading to the Draconic Kingdom to help in blunting the assault made by the Beastmen Kingdom. We have received a request for assistance and our leadership found it prudent to give them aid."

Ainzach's eyes turned to slits, "I understand the sentiment, we have heard that the Draconic Kingdom is being hardpressed by the invading Beastmen of the Beastmen Kingdom. But to send a whole Scripture through neighboring kingdoms and in a clandestine manner. That is quite questionable if you asked me."

"Given our august reputation, it was deemed less risky to move without being known instead of revealing ourselves," Quintia bowed respectfully again, "Please do forgive our trespass, but time is of the essence and we needed to aid Queen Draudillon as soon as possible."

"As a neighboring country, of course we can sympathize with the Draconic Kingdom however," the Mayor paused and crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked grim, "This does not answer the question why and what did you encounter that warranted such destruction within the borders of E-Rantel."

The Captain of the Black Scripture sat up straight and began to speak, "We do not know."

"You do not know?" Ainzach didn't seemed convinced, "How can the Captain of the Black Scripture not know?"

"The enemy, if I were to judge it visually, was an Angel."

The Master of the Magician's Guild interjected, "Wait a second, from what we know, the Theocracy is one of the users of Angel Summons. Have you lost control of one of your summons?"

"Of course not, although we would be hard-pressed to summon a mighty angel like the Dominion Authority, it can be done without any detriment to the one who summoned it," the Captain sighed and shook his head, "But the enemy we faced was unlike any Angel we have seen before."

"Indeed, it was just so powerful its unnerving."

Unnerving is an understatement, the hill where the bandits were holed up was stormed by the soldiers of the Kingdom, as they were clearing the area, they also reported that the hill beyond was erupting in fire and the ground shook as if a large leviathan was thrashing about. As the explosions quieted they sent scouts who reported the damage that was done to the surrounding area, they also found the remaining members of the Theocracy scattered about while being guarded by one of their number who appeared less wounded than all the others. She sat on the end of the table, her glasses and high school girl uniform a bit singed from the damages it had attained.

Quintia looked down and said sadly, "We lost a lot of our comrades with that battle, such a terrible enemy to face-"

"I cannot imagine an enemy that the Black Scripture cannot handle? It must be truly horrifying to witness."

"No legendary creature we have faced can equal that Angel, its like fighting the Gods themselves," he adjusted his broken arm and felt a sharp pain in his chest, broken ribs from being tossed around made his breathing difficult, "Everything we have, we threw at it. But nothing made a dent on it, simply defying all logic, it does not make sense at all."

"On its armor?"

"On its bare skin," the Captain replied as the Guild master looked taken aback, "I have fought as hard as I could. But, it is all for naught... our combined strength was not able to end this, rather we were forced to turn tail and run. A hard move to accomplish, although I cannot shake the fact that they actually let us go."

"So, that is the story, we truly hope the Kingdom would overlook this and allow us to go back immediately to the Theocracy and report our findings to the Cardinals."

Quintia bowed again, he was being respectful as the implication of being caught would be very bad. Not only did they lose the bodies of their comrades pending resurrection, they also lost one of the holiest gears of the Gods and let their most powerful diviner be captured.

Ainzach and his peers nods at each other, "You must understand, we need to report this to our monarch. A rogue angel that's roaming around for no apparent reason is a cause for concern. If it is as powerful as you say, we have no choice, but to know more about this enemy."

"Captain," the Mayor looked at the leader of the Scripture and stared him down, he was a pleasant man to be honest, but all these cloak and dagger stuff is grating on his nerves, "I would appreciate if you would take your forces and leave as soon as you are able. I do not want to keep you here more than necessary, you may go."

The Black Scripture members stood up, bowed respectfully and hastily left. Tomorrow they would be gone and be back into the Theocracy testifying to the Conclave of the Cardinals. As they walked out the 3 prominent leaders in E-Rantel talked in hushed tones.

"Well, what do both of you think?" the Mayor asked.

Ainzach sighed and took out a small scroll unfurling it in front of them, "Here is the complete report by the scouts, a gold plate group that is not questionable with their scouting skills, it details the scenes after the eruption of the whole ridge had stopped. And I quote..."

'We dismounted from our horses almost 300 meters from the ridge line, the carnage from the bandit lair is still fresh in our mind and it churns the stomach as we saw human beings carved so viciously and precisely like that.

'As we passed the tree line and crested the hill we saw a wasteland. Ths former densely wooded plain and forest was now bare earth, there was a patch of sand that has a perfect circumference of 500 meters not far away. It looked like a group of dragons fought over here, nothing is undisturbed, the ground was burned, cratered and still smoking when we got here.

'Trees turned to ash and nothing was spared. We spread out in different directions to assess the situation further.

'We found a crater, something fell from the sky for sure, but it walked out on its own. Tracks from a possible armored individual, quite heavy for a human, yet its footprint and shape is the same as us. Could be a Beastman, but no records of any beast that wears sabatons on their feet and walking up straight like a human has been recorded.

'We found no bodies, but there was an abundance of violence in the place.'

'We saw a path in the destructive pattern of the area, after reaching 400 meters we saw the first of the wounded.

'Came upon a man and a woman, she was trying to heal the man that carried a lance.

'Came upon another group, a man with his leather armored burned to his skin, druid in team dispatched to assist.

'Came upon a girl in a student uniform standing guard over a wizard looking man and a man with blonde hair, both severely wounded.

'Came upon the edge of the battle field, we have covered a conservative distance of 2 kilometers. Found a curious artifact, it looked like a small barrel with a slightly pointed and cone-ish head, a combination of both pointed and rounded. It was heavy, and was brimming with magic. Sent the artifact to the Magician's Guild for analysis

"I assume you still have the artifact on hand?" Ainzach turned to his long-time friend.

"Indeed, we have moved it to a secure location outside of the city."

At this the Mayor frowned, "Why did you move it outside of the city? What if the enemy get its hands on it?"

"The artifact is a container, a very unstable container that is holding a very powerful magic spell."

"What kind?"

"8th Tier."

Ainzach stopped as the Mayor frowned. 8th Tier? From that thing?

"It is quite troubling," the Magic guild master's spoke into his clasped hands, "The magic potential I felt was off the scale. If it goes unstable and decides to unleash its spell, well its going to obliterate the building and any structures surrounding it. We deemed it prudent to move outside where very few can be affected by it?"

"Where is it now?"

"Some noble's house."

"I see, what do you say we do about the report of the Angel?"

"A rogue Angel that can decimate one of the Theocracy's Scripture is quite disconcerting," Ainzach shook his head, "If it decides to come here, how effective can we repel it? As it stands right now, we would be powerless to stop it."

"Can our Adamantite ranked groups handle it?"

The Guild Master nodded, "They could, but it might be a tough battle. Adamantite warriors are hard to come by and they are not always gathered in 1 spot."

The Mayor stood up and walks over to the door, "I will be sending a report to the Capital, they must know what happened here."

"Agreed."

All three men stood up and prepared to leave, their minds heavy with the thought of the unforeseen enemy that decided to come. Hopefully, they would have something to stop it in case the time would come.

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Stellarum Nex

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Chaldea walked behind Sammael as she carried his demon mask in her arms, the material was unlike anything she have ever felt before. It was beautifully made, horns that had the texture of a real one, it was light considering how thick and massive looking it is. Plus, it magically adhered to his face in case he wants to keep hidden. She turned to the left and looked at his massive back, every movement he made rippled his muscles underneath as she focused on her shining black hair and his inverted and individually feathered white and gold wings.

A long nagamaki with a carved hilt was strapped on his back as they headed to the Cathedral.

She could not believe it, she had the impression that a being like him would make her suffer since she was technically, a prize of battle, but she couldn't be more wrong. He was extremely gentle last night and she couldn't understand how, but all she could remember was sipping hot chocolate, then a touch of a hand, a short flight to the top of the Cathedral to his lavish quarters and then her gripping the bed's headboard in ecstasy.

She felt sore. But very satisfied. It didn't feel like they stopped at least once last night, he kept pulling her to his embrace and can she really, honestly, stop him if she wanted to?

Chaldea found him to be too much caring for a Supreme Being, after waking up, she was fed using his hands until she could eat no more. Then he inspected the legions, upon legions of men he had at his disposal, she concluded that they were men, but something much more. His soldiers called Skitarii Legionnaires had the faces of men, their skin was pale, their faces a mixture of masked covering the lower half of the face to full on mask on some, you can hear their approach by the breathing they do, a heavy intake of breath and a very audible exhale. They wore breastplates, with the 8 pointed star in the middle, which is Sammael's symbol, meticulously carved at the center. It seemed enchanted because it glowed with an inner light as she looked at it with her astral eyes. Their armaments also were varied, some carried shields, while others carried swords, glaives, spears, axes and warhammers. They also carried a tube-like weapon that shoots out magical bolts to the enemy, to be fair, it is safe to say that all their weapons are magically imbued.

They wore knee high boots as they marched with the precision of the Empire's Royal Guard, they were donned in red menacing cloaks that hid their faces that added a psychological fear effect against their enemies. With their glowing eyes that is under their hoods, they were truly terrifying to look at. Curiously, they do not speak very much, they are only commanded and they obey without question.

As Sammael inspected the lower parts of his ship, which she couldn't truly believe at first, she saw the weapons that can destroy any city he wished in one salvo. The ammunition for their main battery weighed 1.5 tons, it was pushed into place by the legionnaires before closing a latch and then firing. Their largest pieces of artillery were the Jupiter guns and there were only two of these weapons, but they easily jutted out of the ship in firing position. Her eyes goggled as she saw that their shells were bigger than a peasant's dwelling, she was shocked when they told her it weighed almost 7 tons.

Chaldea shook her head, such a powerful army under his beck and call, he was truly a God in every sense.

But that is exactly the point, he had denied his divinity last night, rather he pointed out that he was only a Supreme Being. A demigod at least in his own words, a mighty individual that wishes to only find others like him. She was still contemplating this when she felt another immense source of power near her.

The Astrologer looked up and saw an obsidian robed individual standing on the top step of the Cathedral. From afar it looked like he was wearing a mask, but as they got closer she saw he was actually a skull face, red orbs of light in his eyes represent the light of the undead. Just like the Fallen Angel, this ones power is also enormous, 10th tier and beyond, she had never seen it and she prayed that she would not need to see it. As they approached the Lich, it inclined his head to the side as Sammael waved a casual hand in the air.

So, that means they are speaking to each other. Perhaps a higher form of message?

She also saw a very beautiful woman with long black hair and alabaster skin, golden eyes and a bosom to rival hers and Chanter. Her white gown that hugged her curves leave little to the imagination, and her wings and horns is a glaring reminder that her beauty is both deadly and definitely inhuman.

"Sammael," the skeleton's voice was a deep baritone voice, a commanding presence that is both regal and exuded the aura of royalty, "I see we have the survivor of your skirmish?"

"Indeed, if you can call that a skirmish, it is not for a lack of skill that they failed," the Fallen looked at Chaldea and beckoned her closer, "They have simply not reached their full potential as humans, I believe it would be difficult for them to do so without guidance."

"Most unfortunate then, it seems low level grinding is still the best way to progress further."

"Agreed, though this might take a lot of time."

"But what if they had a venue? A place where they can grind? Of course, without the danger of suffering a premature death."

Sammael and Ainz walked forward and entered the Cathedral, the beautiful woman fell into step with the Lich, while Chaldea followed 2 paces behind the Fallen. They continued their conversation as she felt the eyes of the woman beside her, the golden eyes held no emotion towards her and actually smiled as she audibly sniffed towards her.

"I see Lord Sammael has taken a liking to you."

She turned, shocked at the soft voice that spoke, it was like pealing bells on top of a hill, "E-excuse me...?"

"Forgive me, my name is Albedo... I believe you to be named Chaldea?"

Inclining her head in respect, "Y-yes, my name is Chaldea... umm, about your question before-"

"I was merely implying that I can smell the scent of our Lord Sammael all over your body."

The Astrologer's cheeks blushed crimson, she could feel her face heating up and her blue hair almost turning red. Bashfully she hid half of her face as she made a moaning sound of embarrassment, she did not mean to not take a full bath yet as the Fallen Angel would not allow her out of his sight.

"I am quite jealous though," there was glint of insatiable hunger on Albedo's eyes as she looked at the Overlord's back, "I keep wondering when Lord Ainz would take me to bed with him, but so far, I have only been waiting patiently. Tell me, was that your first time?"

Silence was her reply as the succubus laughed softly in a simpering manner. The Supreme Beings reached the interior of the building and they continued on through the structure.

"...not to mention the territory we will need."

Sammael rubbed his chin in contemplation, "I can see what you mean? Hmm, what if we establish a protectorate or a separate state?"

"A separate state? Do elaborate?"

The Supreme Being began mounting the steps to the multi level grand hall of the cathedral, great bells with numerous ornaments and carvings welcomed them as a plethora of red robed Skitariis and Magis manned the stations. "A separate state is entirely independent from the surrounding government, we can declare the Great Tomb as what it is. A Great Tomb which will be the central point of our government. Our territory will stretch the whole Forest of Tob, or at least those in our immediate vicinity, I heard the twins have enforced supremacy on the numerous low-sentient creatures residing in it except the treant."

Ainz nodded, "That is true, while I may have acquired Hamusuke-"

"-Hamusuke!? The Djungarian Hamster?"

Ainz nodded again, "Yes, that's the one."

"Why the hell Hamusuke though?"

"It was supposed to be Daifuku, but I got caught up in it and chose that instead."

Sammael hmmed and said, "Okay, we were discussing the other monsters."

"Indeed, though there are 2 more monsters that the twins dealt with on their own, a Naga, and a Troll Warlord that they enjoyed subduing there are no more notable events in our prospected territory. Oh! The subjugation of the Lizardmen was successful, Cocytus even had an innovative idea."

"Oh?"

Ainz's face remained neutral, but his voice inflected a smile, "He actually offered to guide the Lizardmen and their tribes to be a better servant of Nazarick. Well, we did show them our overwhelming army, got to hand it to them, their bravery remained steadfast even after witnessing Gargantua."

"You let him out?" Sammael shook his head in disbelief, "I suppose they crapped in their pants."

"They were shaken, but held steady."

"Then for bravery's sake and the Warrior Spirit and initiative Cocytus showed, I believe they deserve to be a part of Nazarick-" Sammael stopped and raised his index finger to make a point, "-rather try to earn their special niche in being part of Nazarick."

Ainz smiled and turned his head to the side, "I have also demanded their first born to be given in service to Nazarick, they will be strong, powerful, and above all the testament to the success of our endeavors."

"You mean the Academy Program?"

"Yes."

"Then, we must make our territory established as quickly as possible."

They kept going up the tiers until they reached the top most tier where the Crimson Throne was situated, the item that Sammael created out of the weapons his vanquished enemies formerly possessed, which he used as his seat like an iron throne. Another lavish seat was provided for Ainz and they both sat down as equals. Albedo and Chaldea stood on one side as the Overlord turned to them, "Albedo, gently impart to her the protocols we are currently upholding. I trust I do not need to say more."

Albedo bowed down and smiled, "Of course my Lord."

She turned to Chaldea and began, "As a consort of a Supreme Being-"

"C-consort!?" she hissed in alarm and panic. Considering she was not the most beautiful girl in the Theocracy, hell, even Divine Chanter was worlds fairer than her, and yet she suddenly has a label? Wasn't she a slave? A prisoner of war?

"Yes," the succubus gently said, "Though it is beyond me why my Lord Sammael would choose a human as his consort, considering your talents, I can understand why. Moving on, keep in mind that you have been claimed by the Supreme Being, therefore you now serve the Supreme Beings."

She nodded unsure of what to say to Albedo as Ainz and Sammael conversed in front of them, "With a flicker of their hands and by their will they could erase us from existence, Lord Sammael in particular is, in the words of Lord Ainz a superior fighter and warrior. Though as a spellcaster, our Overlord is of course superior to our Warmaster. He once said that if they should duel to the death, it could continue forever or until they ran out of mana and they brawl hand to hand."

"A-and who do you think would win?"

Albedo smiled sweetly, "That is for you to find out."

"As I was saying, since you are his consort, always keep in mind that you will need to be mindful of your manners always. Do not deny him anything, nor speak without being addressed unless he instructed or given leave of it otherwise."

"Understood."

"Also, it would be well if you take extra care of your appearance and general tidiness so that it would not taint the Supreme Beings. Has he given you garments yet for your use?"

"-not yet."

"Then prepare for it and be sure to accept it with your whole being, any gift they impart does not look just aesthetically beautiful, but have properties that will provide you protection no doubt."

"Now then, you need to-"

Sammael gestured to Chaldea and Albedo stopped talking and gently nudged her forward, "He calls for you- approach at once."

The Overlord was still discussing the proposed dungeon copy of Nazarick when Chaldea settled on the armrest of the Fallen's own throne. Paying it no mind they continued speaking as Sammael settled down in caressing his new consort on her hand.

"Agree, we should go ahead with the following projects, first is the integration of the whole Forest of Tob, cleansing of the unknown Treant, and declaring our sovereignty."

"That will include Carne Village to our sovereign grounds."

"That would be great, it was there that we did open our way to the outside world did we not?," Sammael pressed a button on the console and a new tactical map opened, he noticed that the lights dazzled Chaldea's eyes as her usual visions that she see in her head is currently projected in front of her now, "I believe we should do a 3-pronged assault to the Kingdom, Empire and the Theocracy."

A stab of fear made Chaldea cold as she felt the reassuring touch from the Supreme Being. The Overlord inclined his head and seemed to grin.

"What do you have in mind then?"

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Elven Country - Forest of Evasha near the border of the Slane Theocracy

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The Elven King stood up on top of a tower as he surveyed his lands, he had come to this world a long time ago and had evaded all manner of threats. From the 6 Great Gods, to the 8 Greed Kings, then the Demon Lords and finally the 13 Heroes. This was not his original world, he still has memories for his days of his previous life, but they were all broken scenes, snippets that he could not connect with each other. It was a foggy memory that seemed to be coming to the fore of his mind, he had decided to integrate his way to the Elves of this world and found them absolutely lacking.

Unlike his wonderful and superior being, none of the children he fathered with other Elven women bore any semblance of his powers. He also tried to teach them, but no good every came out. He sighed as he stepped back inside the room and looked at the mirror, his long silvery hair and smooth alabaster skin was impeccable, a robe of the finest silk and a crown made from branches of an ancient tree interspersed with gold and star-like jewels. Heterochromia eyes were his most powerful asset as this made him the divine ruler of the Elven race. He remembered one child that he fathered that carried his bloodline perfectly, the so-called trump card of the Theocracy, their most powerful servant.

Zesshi Zetsumei.

Her mother was a feisty one and was actually poisoned to be compliant to him, but she can never stop him anyway, he was merely amusing her to give her a false sense of strength. But to think the Theocracy would succeed in taking her back, he intended to impregnate her further and make an army of his offspring, and if their mother should fail in that endeavor then he would just have to make do with his daughters. He pretty much don't cared about incest anyway, he is beyond that now though.

However, he had not considered to encounter worthy successors and partners of his own. He had heard of the 2 powerful Elven children from the denizens of the forest. Their former home, which was located in the middle of the Great Forest of Tob seemed to be harboring 2 Elven children, a female druid and a male ranger.

So, imagine his surprise to see two Dark Elf children with the same eyes as his walked within the borders of his kingdom. They were escorted by red-robed figures and heralded by two tall lithe figures. One was garbed in black plate and lamellar armor, while the other was garbed in white and red armor. The two elven children were seated in a richly, wooden carved palanquin carried by brown robed servants.

It was impossible to even consider them anything, but perfect.

The boy had shoulder length hair and was clothed in the finest red dragon scale shirt, white vest with golden strands and armed with a bow and whip. He would definitely break the hearts of many when he grows up. The Elven King then looks at the girl. Even in the Old World he could not even imagine the last time he lusted like this. She was merely a child, yet the knee-high stockings, mini skirt, blue dragon scale shirt with matching white vest made his heart scamper through the floor. Coupled with her extremely docile and innocent face, the only thing that marred her image was the gauntlets that she wore. One of them was a white steel that sparkled in the rays of the sun, it looked like the sun's rays were being absorbed in it and then projecting it back much brighter. The other one was a black angry steel gauntlet, while the previous one was white, holy and angelic even in nature, the other was evil, savage and seemed to radiate darkness incarnate. But overall he found himself controlling his saliva as he gazed at the young girl with the eyes of a predator.

'Hmm, fresh meat.'

And these exquisite morsels decided to just walk within his reach, truly going into this world certainly picked-up his sex life.

He walked inside to sit on his throne as indubitably the two dark elves would go to him. He smiled as his sensitive hearing heard the whispers of his subjects. A plethora of 'how beautiful' , 'their eyes' , 'divine will' reached his ears. He decided to stretch his reach further to gauge the strength of the two, but was met with a wall of magic. That never happened before to anyone who entered his domain, the skills he had were not dulled as there was no level down on his end. Suddenly cautious of the twins, he sat down on his throne, his spear resting across his lap.

Finally, the two doors leading to the throne room opened and his guards stepped inside, from behind pillars surrounding the throne room black armored guards seemed to come out of the shadows, their faces masked by raven masks, carrying large sword staffs and longswords on their back. They are the elite of the Elven Army and thus, tasked with the protection of the Elven King. But compared to their charge, they were mere mewlings to him, their steps although as silent as a whisper seemed to sound like marching boots compared to the King. With great contempt he walked over to the Throne and sat down, his guards surrounding him in a protective cocoon.

A few minutes past and his high-ranking councilman entered the chambers and bowed in respect.

"Ai, Hir Vuin... two elven children is requesting your presence."

"Send them in immediately," he sat still, one advantage that he found after going to this world was his racial ability to be unmoving without any apparent discomfort, he tried to relax as the double doors opened and in stepped the two armored sentries of the children. The brown robed servants carried the palanquin easily as they settled it down to the floor and the twins finally stepped down. He gazed at them and quelled the heat that suddenly erupted from his chest, they were just perfect, innocent, and delicious. The golden embroidered symbol on their chest pocket stirred a long forgotten memory.

"May I present, Aura Bella Fiore-" the King noticed the young boy smiling, but never bowing at him, he paid it no heed instead letting it pass.

The adjutant turned to the girl and said, "-and of course, Mare Bello Fiore. They are Envoys from their leader-"

"Enough!" the Elven King stood up and raised his hands, he opens his arms wide and made a show to come down from his throne and approached the two children.

"Mae govannen Aura-" he approached and touched his forehead to the young boy, his skin was unexpectedly smooth and silky, as expected of his own race, he then turned hungrily to the girl and bent down to touch his cheek to hers hungrily, "- mae govannen Mare."

He stepped away and looked at their pained expression, the girl was trying to hide her discomfort, but the male was showing his disdain fully. In truth, who would think to make them Envoys in the first place. Regardless, he looked affable as he said, "To what do I owe this pleasure of a visit?"

"Oh, we come to demand you surrender your crown and be ruled over by Lord Ainz."

A sleeping monster seemed to awaken in his mind as a memory long gone broke the surface. The Elven King's words were like a whisper and the malice in it was evident as he took a single step back.

"What did you say?"

The boy beats his chest as he puffed it out and declared loudly, "This kingdom is now under the power and authority of Ainz Ooal Gown and the Great Tomb of Nazarick!"

'Ainz Ooal Gown? AINZ OOAL GOWN!?'

Vanishing in a puff of smoke, he reappeared in front of his throne and was armed in his war panoply in a second, A'Evasha, u-dano i faelas a hyn an uben tanatha le faelas."

Black guards armed with elven longbows suddenly poured forth from the shadows as the King looked at them with his livid face, they were surrounded from the sides and from above, "Tangado a cha-dad!"

The two giants pulled out their weapons as Aura and Mare were enveloped by a mass of brown and red robes, "Leithio i phillin!"

Sounds of drawn strings taut to a point and released resounded around the large hall, a swarm of arrows flew towards them and there was no point of escape. That is until Zadkiel, twirled his weapon the 'Rod of Arafel' and struck the ground with it. A large concussive wave radiated outward and those soldiers that is beyond the immediate vicinity were the only ones that were not thrown backwards. The Elven King's brow raised as he melded in the shadows, so his old life managed to find him here. It is of little consequence, he would just have to -

"[Shadow Strike]"

A scythe swept through where his head used to be as the Elven King saved himself by the skin of his teeth. The shadow that attacked him turned and spun as the previous 2 handed weapon suddenly splits in half and became 1 handed small scythes that slashed 3 of the guards right away that was upon him.

The 2 Angels moved in unison as they pursued the Elven King.

"I am Kaeravash, King of the Elven realm!" He ducked and rolled and then drew his arrow to his bow, "And you will not find me easy prey! Twin Maximize magic [Lightning Dragon Shot]"

A piercing blue light erupted from the tip of his arrow as it shot out of his weapon. Yggdrasil or not, no amount of power can they dish out he won't be able to match. The black armored angel combined his weapon again and spun it on its body. As the shot came towards him he casts his own magic.

"Twin Maximize magic [Shadow Dimension]"

A dark mass appeared before them that swallowed the incoming arrow shot minimizing the damage. Seeing he was matched against 4 NPCs he made a hasty retreat burying them with the sheer magnitude of his guards. He would gather his soldiers and drive them back, then he would lay low any being that comes after him from that wretched guild. He turned his head and saw the black armored angel cleaving a destructive path behind him, supporting the angel was Aura and Mare, wielding her whip like an extension of her body. She gave crowd control and massive AOE DPS as support while Mare seemed intent to pursue him personally.

He jumped down from the 3rd floor with the grace of his race and promptly fell face down on his face.

"SHIT!" he cursed, "What the-"

"[Prison Vine of the Eldar]"

The Elven King saw thick vines engulfing his right leg, the roots dug deep into his legs and thorns began to pop out. Gritting his teeth, he nock an arrow on his bow and drew quickly, he poured forth all his mana and his eyes glowed.

"Triple Maximize Magic! [Arrow of Orion]"

An eerie silence descended on them, time seemed to slow as a black and white circle appeared in front of him and quickly weaved magical circles that made one of the Angels initiate the sacrifice protocol. As the Elven King released his arrow it quickly passed through the two magic circles and it exploded into a mass of light, like stars and supernovas passing through the night sky. The Elven King grinned evily as he caught the two Angels in the cross fire. But he didn't count on the support Angel to tuck inside his wings and surge forward to the front. He opened his wings in full, arms out wide in a defiant gesture. The spell struck him fully, completely putting himself at the front thereby shielding Aura, Mare and Leliel. His eyes wide at the self-sacrificing Angel, it slumped forward and skidded to the ground, its weapon clanking to the ground as it sighed consciousness leaving it at once. The plate armor was damaged, even shattered at some places, a testament to the the spell it had endured. Normally, such a savage blow would fell lesser NPC's, but it is a surprise that it managed to held steady and keep alive the entity it carried.

He nock another arrow to fire, but in the split second that Zadkiel landed to the ground while kneeling a black shadow flew towards him in a wide arc as he saw a raging angel heading for him. Kneeling down, he was in prime firing position, with accelerated speed he drew the bowstring back and let loose another shot.

"Triple Maximize Magic! [Arrow of Orion]"

Unlike the first time though, the shot went wide upwards to the ceiling. Harmlessly it pulverized the ceiling and peppered the combatants in stone and wooden debris. He looked down at his bow and found the reason for the missed shot, he could see that a whip was coiled on the tip of his bow and the other end was coiled around the hands of a young Dark Elf child. She had an innocent grin on her face as she let loose a single arrow from her longbow, the whip and bow both held in the left hand with adroit skill it seemed impossible.

"[Shadow Piercing Arrow]" the playful grin on Aura was unmistakable as she released her arrow.

'Shit!' the Elven King's body stood rigid as his shadow was rendered immovable by Aura's skill, 'Counter-sniper!'

A shadow loomed overhead and raised an ornate scythe, it glowed ominously as the bearer seemed like the epitome of the darkness it carried, "I am the Angel of the Night, [Ferrum Nochte]"

The last thing the Elven King saw was Mare kneeling to the prone form of Zadkiel and the large blade of the scythe coming down at him.

"Well piss-"

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Royal Capital of the Re-Estize Kingdom

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One week later, unbeknownst to the Kingdom, the Mayor of E-Rantel had just had an audience with his Majesty and the Head Warrior, his report of a rogue Angel attacking and decimating the Black Scripture brought great concern and worry over the monarch. The description of the Angel itself also gave them pause as Gazef confirmed the existence of the Angel by linking his previous experience with the Sunlight Scripture near Carne Village.

Previous events at Carne Village allowed the King to consolidate his power and bring down powerhouse nobles who had allied with the Slane Theocracy, charged with treason where they were executed, their lands were seized and their fiefdoms. Since then, more and more of the Noble Faction's power over the crown had waned and this chance the King did not squander. Quick thinking allowed him to take control more of the noble's holdings and their land. A frenzy of patriotism was sweeping the Kingdom as more and more the Crown established its power base even more.

Even the eldest Prince, Barbro Andrean Vaiself, seemed smug about his new power base who had ridden off his patron nobles who were also executed.

As such, it is these recent events that King Ranpossa III valued Gazef Stronoff's view as they both sat down and discussed the things that would be for the betterment of the Kingdom.

"Gazef, is the being that have lend you aid be willing to parley perhaps?"

"My liege, I have fought countless enemies, and have gone great lengths of danger for the Kingdom, which is your realm," the Head Warrior said while bowing his head, "But never have I encountered such a fear when I implied to the Angel that I met and his companion our 'forced conscription'."

"What do you mean?"

Gazef closed his eyes and tried to remember the memory, "Your majesty, permit me to say that it felt like time stopped for the few seconds they gave me their answer. A vision reached my mind and I saw-"

His hesitance was not lost to the King, who prodded him and said, "Yes?"

"-I saw the Royal Capital burning... in my mind and in their implied answer."

"To think they would have that effect to my fearless Champion," King Ranpossa rubbed his chin and sighed, "Let us hope then that they would be partial to a parley, now moving on to domestic matters it is my concern that-"

The two double doors leading to the Throne Room suddenly opened and a shaken looking herald stepped forward and announced the newcomer.

"Your Highness, a messenger from E-Rantel has arrived."

The man bowed and fetched a haggard looking messenger, with the Head Warrior at his side he beckoned the messenger closer. Approaching within ten paces of the King, the messenger bowed and opened the scroll he was carrying. The next words sent a chill on the back of the King and even the mightiest person in the Kingdom cannot help, but feel a twinge of fear and a foreboding of doom.

"Your Highness, I am Magistrate Rettenmaier, I sent this notice to the Crown and to my Brother Panasolei's residence to request aid. E-Rantel is currently under siege by an unknown army, they came from the sky and commands ships as large as a town and flying in the air.

"Their banner flies an unknown symbol, but have declared their allegiance to the Sorcerer Kingdom.

"Initial skirmish had already begun and we have locked down the whole city, in a manner of hours the first outer gate has been breached and at the time of us writing his message, they have begun to siege the 2nd gate. Their soldiers are superbly powerful and innumerable. So far, they have shown great restraint and only slain the garrison of soldiers and hurt none of the civilians caught in-between.

"Please send aid your Majesty, we cannot hold out for long.

"Gods Save the King!"

Ranpossa III rubbed his forehead and shifted his crown to the side, he looked at Gazef and he saw a grim expression on his Head Warrior.

"Gazef," the warrior turned to his liege and bowed, "Gather the nobles, we need to discuss this right away and send for my daughter later, I wish to speak with her later."

The Head Warrior bowed low and inclined his shoulder sideways, "As you command, your Highness."

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To be continued... Omake Theater:

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The Elven King's eyes flew open as he found and felt that he was strapped to something hard. Feeling confident that no prison on the New World can hold him down, he activated his skill and found that nothing happened.

'What the fuck...'

He tried to activate all manner of spells and martial arts he had learned through the centuries of being alive to no avail. He was trapped. The great Elven King of old began sweating as he felt something very, very wrong, like he was living in a nightmare. He was still tugging mightily, trying to escape and loose his bindings, but it held strong and unyielding. Chittering sounds made him analyze his bindings further and found them not to be ropes, but a bug hybrid that specifically targets and eats the target's mana pool. He was not able to make anymore action before a door opened in front of him with a loud clang and he finally saw his captors.

"GOD DAMN YOU AINZ OOAL GOWN MEMBERS!" sheer anger flooded the face of the Elven King.

The Supreme Being approached and "We meet again Shiro..."

"Don't you fucking Shiro me! I remember what you did to our guild! For 400 years I spent here-"

"-raping, killing, power-tripping and doing all manner of sexual offense you would be hanged 10 times over in our society!" Sammael approached, his eyes blazing in anger and fury, "You even had the gall to touch the twins in a lewd manner... had touched those that I love!"

"Save your scary speeches to the weaklings of this world! They mean nothing to me!" the Elven King shouted in defense, "And they're NPC's you maniac! Nothing more than just NPCs! We are Gods here! GODS! And you're defending a fuckin' NPC!"

"They are alive."

"So fucking what?" his aristocratic countenance was gone, replaced by a deranged human mind in an timeless elven body, "Nothing is real, everything is permitted for us! Only US! US! Every single player who came here has left, gone into the oblivion of time!"

The Fallen walked around the table, "What about you? Your still here... why haven't you ruled the world yet? You could have with your skill and power."

"It was hard for me you prick! You leveled me down!" the Elf King roared in anger, "You raided our guild and killed me you crazy son of a bitch! We were scattered when you destroyed our guild weapon!"

"Ah, yes... the so-called Bow of Apollo, pretty weak for a Guild weapon," this made the Elf struggle with all his might and grew more agitated.

"I will never forgive you, I will forever remember your trespass against us and ME!"

"Holding on to old hatreds could be fatal," he looked down at the defiant elf, his heterochromic eyes were blazing with fury and unbridled loathing, "Very well... your choice."

"Omae wa mou shindeiru..."

"N-nani... ?"

Sammael suddenly stepped in front of him and raised his clawed gauntlets, weakened by his bindings and the previous battle, his body was not able to resist the blow it received. The Fallen Angel tore off his neck and jugular as the Elven King's blood gurgled and rushed up to his severed neck.

Slowly the skin of the Elven King Player paled and finally its shaking body had stilled. Its life finally extinguished.

"Clean this up."

The Supreme Being stepped out of the interrogation room and was immediately flanked by 2 of his Angels. They walked beside him as he headed for the upper decks, as he turned a bend he came face to face with Ainz and together they walked side by side followed closely by Ramiel and by Albedo.

"Was it necessary to kill him? He did came from our world."

"Yes," Sammael flexed his clawed gauntlets and wondered how easy it felt to do so, "But he was a deranged man, and keeping him alive could prove detrimental in the long run. Also, it runs in the family."

Ainz turned to him in wonder, "...runs in the family?"

"His father was Yuta Takahata."

"Hmm, wasn't he the former actor? He got convicted in the later part of his life for rape right?"

"That's right, apparently 400 years of being an ageless and powerful Elf drove him into more bouts of insanity," the Fallen shook his head, "This fiasco with the 'Elven King' tires me out and I'm glad its over... turns out we were actually doing the Elves a favor for killing that son of a bitch."

"Did the twins finally took their place as both King and Queen?"

Sammael nods his head, "Generals Leliel and Baraqiel took care of the old guards at the Elven Capital. The people actually embraced their new monarch. Didn't you know that heterochromia is a trait of Elven Royalty, aside from being truly beautiful it epitomizes the unification of both Dark Elven and High Elven blood."

Ainz rubbed his chin as they finally reached the upper deck where the flurry of activity indicated a military maneuver. Numerous crates of weapons, munitions, provisions, and the like were hauled into smaller crafts that was held inside the cavernous body of the Battle Barge. Row upon row of soldiers formed smartly as the two Supreme Beings swept past them. They went past the flurried activity and stood in front of two sarcophagus with carved images of angels and demons.

The Overlord looked at the Angel and asked, "2 more?"

"Yes, we will be pushing from our territory now and establishing more beyond the borders of this realm. We need more men."

"Very well," he looked at the two sarcophagus, why were all his Generals inside boxes anyway? "So, this is where you kept your Generals huh? Metal bawkses? They hide in METALLL BAWKKSESS...!"

Sammael looked at Ainz oddly, "What is this your going on about now?"

A green aura washed over Ainz, "Nothing... I don't know why I said that."

"Carrying on, aside from a [Perpetual Sleep] spell that will keep them in stasis for the next battle, a [Regeneration] spell is also casts in with the lot."

The Overlord turned away and began walking away, "I must say, how many Legions do we have right now?"

As if counting on his head, Sammael looked up a bit and finally said, "Our standing army is at 8 Legions at 10,000 strong at least, not counting the numerous infantry, armor and support battalions."

Ainz pondered that information, if 1 of his soldiers is worth 15 men, which is the lowest rating she could give then it is equivalent to at least 150,000 men. But not counting their augmentations, skills and hidden magic, then every legion's power would be considerable. Not including their undead, plus every warrior who fell can either serve as an undead or an automaton like most of Sammael's soldiers.

"Do you have any idea now on what name will our Kingdom be?"

The Overlord pondered for a bit, "How about the Magic Kingdom?"

"Are we a freaking theme park?"

"How about the Magic Republic?"

"Meh... sounds like a vape store."

"Err... Undead Nation?"

"Mm... that's nice, but how about the other demi-humans then?"

"Why don't you give your own input then?" Ainz exclaimed exasperated.

The Fallen rubbed his chin and said, "Hmm, how about the Independent State of the Immortal Sorcerer?"

"ISIS? Sounds terrifying, like a whole lot of terror going on in there. It's like where all the little terrorizers crawl out and learn how to be... umm... terrifying."

"You have a point, I don't like the acronym anyway... sounds like a bunch of backward thinking, camel humping, male raping sons of bitches," Sammael shrugged his shoulder, "How about the Sorcerer Kingdom then?"

"That-" Ainz stopped and considered as the name rolled out of his non-existent tongue, "-that is actually a good name."

Sammael nodded and opened a [Gate], "Then Sorcerer Kingdom it is. My friend it is now time to shake the world, we only need to wait for the Kingdom, Empire and Theocracy to respond in kind."

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Author's Note:

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The Elven words are Sindarin, from Lord of the Rings, one of my favorite books and movies. :3

Ai, Hir Vuin - Hail, My Lord.

Mae govannen - Welcome

A'Evasha, u-dano i faelas a hyn an uben tanatha le faelas." , 'Oh Children of Evasha, Show them no mercy, for you shall receive none.'

Tangado cha-had! , Prepare to fire

"Leithio i phillin!" - Release the arrows!

Thank you so much for the reviews! Many thanks. I thought there weren't many who were reading it so I was kinda delayed in finishing and posting it. I was demotivated if I may dare say so, the reactions 2 chapters back were underwhelming that I was considering to make a climactic finish and do a Japanese ending on it.

If anyone, wants to do a spin-off or a lemon scene with a Fallen Angel and a human, be my guest, just tell me when its finished. I want to read it too.

Well, then. I do hope you enjoy.

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Cheers,

Scarabeye3000