AN: I think I'm figuring this site out, maybe, thanks for your patience lol and Thank You for reading. Also BoombaTheSaint, I would love to write more but my 'high' upper limit is 2-2.5k since that's all my small brain can pump out, I also type slow af, but ty, I'll go back and clean up when I establish a few more things for the story

Disclaimer: I don't own Overlord that all goes to Maruyama-sama


Those words sent a chill down his spine, he still hears them reverberating with their mystical quality between his ears, rattling his brain.

"Lord Ainz is very accommodating." The demon said slyly, as he suddenly walked away from Jircniv, his metallic tail waving seemingly without care. This simplicity left him confused and to be honest it was the type of vagueness that allowed fear to creep into his heart, but he had to shake that feeling off or else it would become quicksand of the mind and he would sink into its depths.

Sure, Jircniv was expecting a command to come from the demon-frog's lips like before, but that never came. Now that he had a moment of rationalization, thats probably because Demiurge is technically the visitor to the Empire at the moment, and being that the circumstances of his visit, a soon to be superior.

'I guess.. Its kind of comforting that he doesn't seem to do things without reason, but that makes all the Sorcerer Kingdom's movements that much more ominous.' Jircniv though in deep contemplation, as he watched the figure of the crimson devil return the way he appeared in.

Watching the retreating back of the monster called Demiurge, Jircniv felt his imperial pride well up against him from the fact that he was giving away his empire from the confines of his home; the one that generations before him built in order for him to mold it into its destiny, now that thought was nigh impossible, he felt the urge to laugh at himself for kneeling as he was still the emperor, and to a foreign kings subordinate no less. If Jircniv was any other man or king, he surely would've been broken at the helplessness of it all, like an ant unknowingly trapped inside a closed fist of a god, trying to find any inconsistency just for the hope of survival.

Jircnic could only hope that Ainz Ooal Gown doesn't decide to just crush him on a whim.
This train of though made Jircniv stare off into space in the direction that Demiurge disappeared, time seemed to crawl as he checked the boxes of his thoughts, making sure that his decision was the right one, no matter what his pride said, if one couldn't swallow their self-worth they would become conceited. Jircniv wasn't dumb enough to even pretend to be more than he is, that's exactly why he was able to sow the blood of the old nobles; they didnt know when reality met imagination.

" Excuse my interruption your majesty, are you well? " A blonde maid that was standing by asked, she had noticed how Jircniv seemingly didnt blink for at least a few minutes and started to wonder whether or not she should get the healer again.

"Ah, forgive me, I was just lost in thought.. Pay it no heed, but do tell the kitchen to commence a luncheon." Jircniv said, talking in the direction of the maid while rising to his feet and returning to his throne, a neutral mask hiding the turbulent thoughts underneath the surface as Jircniv fully resigned himself to fate.

"Yes, right away your majesty " The maid said, demurely bowing and then leaving to alert the chefs.

Jircnivs eyes traced the graceful figure of the blonde maid as she left, he's had no time for his concubines, or more accuratlely, to enjoy time with them, as pleasant feelings have become more and more uncommon for him. He waved his hand as if to physically disperse the thought and he waiting to be called to eat.

Shortly thereafter, he was called to the dining hall, on the menu was a steak of ham with a bourbon demi-glace made from the Empires special bourbon, next to a bed of glazed carrots and a salad. Jircniv tried his best to savor his meal, but his mood had already been tainted by the swamp of thoughts that he had waded through to get to where he is now. Now that he was looking forward to his meal, the enjoyment has already been cleaned out.
Jircniv ate in silence, he might be in a bad mood but he still needed to eat, and that he did. For the first time in what felt to be years, Jircniv had eaten a full meal.

Satisfied with his meal, the bloody emperor made his way to his chambers to finally rest, he took slow steps along the palace hallways, finding himself surprisingly calm for the moment, he didn't mind, he would much rather be calm, than strung up on anxiety. He opened his chamber doors and went to lay down for the night, as he was drifting off he couldn't help but smile, sleep was just about the only thing he had that wasn't totally plagued with dread.


Two demons sat across from each other at a round table, one adorned with an alabaster dress of her signature style that clung to her seductive body as her raven black hair flowed freely, her being radiating feminine charm. Alongside of which were a pair of piercing yellow eyes with vertical pupils and a crown of ivory horns stemmed from the side of her head; her black wings sprouted from her lower back as if to embrace herself, this demoness is Albedo, the Guardian Overseer. Across from her was Demiurge, adjusting his glasses with his index and middle finger. They both were studying the offer of vassalage given to Demiurge by Jircniv.

" I was truly at a loss of words Albedo. To think that Jircniv would be so broken as to kneel before even a guardian without having the need to acknowledge it, by no means am i surprised that he knelt, for he would have anyway, my shock just comes from the fact that that Ainz-Sama established such hierachical control over him already. By no means is he fully deflated, we just have to see where he decides to go from here, either with or against Nazarick." Demiurge all but monologued, with his arms outstretched, radiating the bliss of a creation serving their master.

" I agree, but surely he is trying to push to be in good graces with us, why else would he throw away what little pride humans tend to have?" Albedo remarked, narrowing her eyes at the document.

"I believe you are overthinking this Albedo. All he wants is assured "self-fulfillment", what does that have to do with Ainz-Sama's absolute power?" Demiurge countered with words from Jircniv himself and what he knew of how beings tended to operate,

' Oftentimes at least those with a modicum of intellect are easier to read than idiots.' He thought to himself.

"Hmm, perhaps... We shall append the clause of Ainz-Sama's Absolute Authority, and in reciprocation; the assured 'right of self-fulfillment'. " Albedo finalized the document, quickly adding said clause and signing.

"Excellent, I believe you have best course of action planned out already, what a delightful exchange Albedo, I have some other business at the moment. " Demiurge said, and then teleported away. Albedo sighed and went back to work once more.

Demiurge appeared on the ledge of a small cliff, peering into a valley with a river cutting through it. Lush fields of grass extended from beyond the base of the riverbed as if trying to embrace the world.

'Sure nature was nice, as long as the insects stayed away from you. ' Demiurge thought how many ran rampant before he restored the "natural balance" to this grassland. While letting his crystalline eyes wander he reflected on his meeting with the Guardian Overseer, he should have asked but now its too late, he didnt get to ask about his beloved leader, he was so distracted talking about him he didn't even try to talk to him.

An irritating noise suddenly fell upon Demiurges ears, cages rattling. He turned away from the cliff and looked to the source of the noise behind him.

Any living being that has the capacity for empathy would all agree equally that the sight was horrendous. A human would probably faint at the very least, and the usual boastful beastman or demihuman would wet themselves. Hell on earth was the simplest description. There were five cages in a row leading into a cave system, which housed different three complexes inside each of the tunnels inside the cave.

One for Surgical operations, another as a "crowd-pen" with demons guarding the only entrance, and the last was... well if there was a name for it would be a "miscellaneous parts" recycler; turning useless things into useful things like food for the "crowd pen".

Demiurge was feeling too antsy to bother going into the cave for now, so he looked at his checklist of experiments and walked toward the first cage, an experiment number was hung on a piece of wood on the outside of the cages, the first cage said No.19324. Demiurge scanned his checklist and found,

No.19324-
Species-Bafolk

Procedure- Partial lobotomy of frontal lobe -replaced lobotomized portion with minotaur frontal lobe

Results-

Demiurge looks at the pathetic being that is simply rolling around inside the cage and smashing its fresh sutures open on the bars. He looked back at the paper and wrote:

Results- Inconclusive

Demiurge continued down the line of creatures, none of them were marked conclusively.


A group of four stood at an intersection where a smaller cave and a larger one meet. They surveying their surroundings while casually walking forward. There were three smaller figures and one larger figure by comparison. They had just traversed the last part of the "dangerous hazards".

Nature was astounding, every time he left Nazarick or walked even around inside E-Rantel, the air is just generally nice. Inside a cave however isn't like fresh air; its stale, cold air that somehow is humid and perhaps moldy? The skeleton draped in his otherworldly robe of darkness, thought to himself,

'Wait, if I'm smelling what might be dank cave mold, will Aura be safe?.. well she does have resistances like all guardians but still..-' Ainz was completely caught off guard when he suddenly heard a [Message] from Albedo,

"Ainz-Sama, the Baharuth 'Empire' has submitted itself fully under the name Ainz Ooal Gown. I have completed the appropriate procedures, they are just awaiting approval. " She said.

"Excellent work Albedo. You can sign off on it, we have just entered the boundary of Feo Berkana so I am not sure how long we will be. As I stated before I trust you to make the right decisions Albedo." Ainz said before what appeared to be an obese frost dragon lumbered around a corner...


Jircniv woke up in the middle of the night sweating, gasping for breath and holding his chest.

"That was terrible, no...magnitudes more than the worst.." he said to himself, confused because he had already forgotten the dream by the time he was awake.

Usually he can remember frightening dreams, such as when he dreamt of his mother killing his father as a child. That dream only added to his ambition for the throne, which he successfully was curious as to what he could have possibly dreamt of to have such a physiological reaction so he just laid back down, trying to recall anything that might appear from the mist of his half-conscious mind.

Sadly for Jircniv, fate had other plans.

It started with a missive, a black 'envelope' sealed with the cursed symbol emblazed upon its face. The source of all his hair loss, Ainz Ooal Gown. The particular missive stated the 'ascension' of Baharuth into the Sorcerer Kingdom's Hegemony, along with what that entails.

Jircniv scanned the missive in what seemed like delusional hope as when he reached the bottom he found it, an added clause, he expected it to be twisted in a malicious way, in order to turn the empire into slaves by law or something... but the clause just stated that the right of self fulfillment will be upheld as long as Ainz Ooal Gowns Overlordship is upheld, and with the incoming undead supposedly being leased by contract, that will be a be military occupation of the empire by law...

He shook his head violently to hopefully free himself of these clinging thoughts, maybe when... or realistically if trust can be established maybe this isnt the end of the empire. Jircnivs ambition sparked a new burning desire, one that he doesn't even know yet, he will not let his Baharuth become an Empire only in name.